Russian Corpse Dolls
It is really hard to keep up with the awesomeness that is Joe these days. In the month of November alone, we've seen four short stories published, three poems published, another short story, what very well may be my best, the cannibal-driven The Meat, taken at Drunken Boat, three more pieces (essay, flash, poem) accepted for translation into Romanian, and for whose magazine, egophobia, I've been invited to be a regular columnist, and yesterday I received an email asking for permission to turn another short story ("In Cases Such As These") into a drama for KMVR in Sacramento.
And my payment for these things? A big fat fucking not a dime.
Like when I ran into Jon Dempsey working at the old Country Farms in Berlin, CT, after I returned home from California following a few years of losing jobs and girlfriends and fucking up my dreams.
"Yeah," Jon said, slapping down an extra piece of juicy roast beef, "but you're living in San Francisco."
The idea sounds a lot more impressive than it is.
An up-and-coming writer versus a fat guy sitting at his computer.
(To which you say, "Who you kidding, Joe? You're not fat!" Damn straight. 16% body fat. Which is good. Of course, that's not George [5%] good. But it'll have to do. Until I get better.)
Of course, all my coveting can't quite touch this guy (and this guy definitely seems like a guy you wouldn't want to touch.)
Russian Man Stole 29 Corpses And Dressed Them Up As Dolls
In case you missed it, the dude's name is Anatoly Moskvin. He is like a cemetery expert over in Nizhny Novgorod, a town in Russia. And he really does look like the kind of guy who would dress up dead people for elaborate tea parties. Here's an arbitrary link http://www.spiegel.de/international/zeitgeist/0,1518,796477,00.html, but it's pretty much all over the Internet. Along with the pictures.
Usually he dressed the corpses as women, which I thought was interesting. With blonde wigs. I mean, if you are dressing up corpses, there are so many ways to go. You could have drinking buddies. A sports' team. A giant teddy bear.
OK. Well, he did go the teddy bear route with one of the corpses. But can you blame him? In the corpse-dressing game, it's like the rock band "serious" shot.
But dressing them up like women says so much, doesn't it? There are no reports he had sex with them (not that I've read). Anatoly just want to be surrounded by girls dressed up pretty in a giant, never-ending tea party where he was the permanent guest of honor http://tinyurl.com/7czfgm6. Is there a law against that? OK. Probably several.
It's all about controlling our environment, no? The work, the scenery, the people you want accompanying your life. Some people are just more conventional than others.
I can understand Anatoly's point. And not just because I've asked Justine to have me stuffed and set up permanently in the living room when I die. The outside world, there are so many variables required to deem success. Bosses. Publishers. Women who say "yes" when you ask them to marry you. Life is about circumvention. Wall Street. Publishing. Love. Anatoly simply did what Kirk did with the Kobayashi Maru: cheated at a game he was never meant to win.
Best I can do to tie all that shit in is leave you with a little Khan ear worm (which features, yes, a Russian).
I'll leave you to make the connection.