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    Journalism: My work has appeared in The Washington Post, the Los Angeles Times, The Globe & Mail (Canada), The Times- Picayune (New Orleans), The Oregonian, and Willamette Week, as well as in magazines including Details, Vogue, Publishers Weekly, and Portland Monthly.

    Publishing: Tight Shot, my first novel, was nominated for an Edgar Award by the Mystery Writers of America. Its sequel, Hot Shot, was roundly ignored by everyone, but was a far better book. I'm also a member of the National Book Critics Circle.

    Stage: I was a member of the Groundlings and Circle Repertory West in Los Angeles, and am a playwright (see "Stage" in the right-hand rail).


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November 15, 2007


Jack Bog

It's Reddit, where readers submit links to various web pages (including blog posts) and other readers vote them up and down. The top two ranked items of recent vintage are displayed and linked on the front page of OregonLive. It can get those items a lot of traffic.

The no-arguing-with-assclown post was on Metroblogging, and it was a good one:

Frolic (aka Todd A. Price)

Damn, that's the third most annoying internet ad I've ever seen. The entire page folds down so that I can't read the paper. Talk about assclowns.

Cuisine Bonne Femme

That's priceless. And Frolic, not sure if you are in Portland or not, but if not, welcome to our pain of having to suffer through the Oregonian. Not that you'd want to read the Oregonian even if it wasn't obscured by the internet ad you refer to.

Cuisine Bonne Femme

That's priceless. And Frolic, not sure if you are in Portland or not, but if not, welcome to our pain of having to suffer through the Oregonian. Not that you'd want to read the Oregonian even if it wasn't obscured by the internet ad you refer to.

Joe Wilson

What's an assclown and how do I avoid them. I would want to avoid them, right? Clowns scare me and assclowns, well, I don't want to go there.

Oh, wait, I Googled the definition. An assclown is: One, who, through the fault of his parents' conception, is a skid mark in society's collective underwear.



I thought Portland, collectively, was a kind of underwear-free town. When did we vote on this?


Heh heh heh.

No Arguing With Assclowns on the Internet Day (NAWACOTID) was the brainchild of Portland blogger Wacky Mommy. (The metroblogging post linked to the orginal.) will be launched soon to chronicle to follies of internet trolls, cranks and kooks... you know, assclowns.


It might not be up there for much longer, but the current "hottest link" is titled "Oregonian: a Day Late and a Dollar Short."

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  • Booklist:
    "A worthy successor to Tight Shot, Allman's insider view of the seamier side of Hollywood is not only hip and entertaining but also has something serious to say about our insatiable hunger for tabloid thrills."

    Washington Post:
    "Barbed, breezy and often pretty and entertaining. Allman can be very funny, and Hot Shot complements nicely the less forgiving takes on Los Angeles as the future of us all. "



    "Allman turns a very sardonic pen loose on Hollywood's glitz-and-glamour crowd in this entertaining first novel... An impressive debut and an almost sure thing for a sequel."

    New Orleans Times-Picayune:
    "Allman clearly knows those of whom he writes. He's got L.A. nailed."

    Publishers Weekly:
    "Snappy debut... Readers will look for a sequel."


    A French Quarter convenience-store clerk has a hilariously traumatic encounter with a pair of Shreveport tourists. Part of Native Tongues 3 (Le Chat Noir, New Orleans; 2001; Steppenwolf Theatre, Chicago; 2006).
    An upper-class black caterer finds comeuppance and redemption. Part of Native Tongues 4 (Le Chat Noir, New Orleans; 2005).
  • MY-O-MY
    A recreation of an evening at the notorious New Orleans 1950s female-impersonator nightclub My-O-My (Le Chat Noir, New Orleans; 2005).
    A lonely man discovers purpose when he intercepts a televangelist's letters from his neighbor's mailbox. Part of the Dramarama New Plays Festival (Contemporary Arts Center, New Orleans; 2004).
    A black father discovers that no good deed goes unpunished when he helps his white neighbor bail her son out of Orleans Parish Prison. (Le Chat Noir, New Orleans; 2004; Walker Percy Southern Playwrights Festival, Covington; 2007).
    An evening of comedies. In The Stud Mule, the world's richest woman arranges to be impregnated by a doltish escort; in Snatching Victory, an earnest college student runs afoul of her lecherous professor and the dour head of a women's-studies department (Le Chat Noir, New Orleans; 2003).


  • Patty Friedmann: <i>A Little Bit Ruined</i>

    Patty Friedmann: A Little Bit Ruined
    One of the first post-Katrina novels, and probably destined to be one of the best. Friedmann's sequel to Eleanor Rushing finds her crazy heroine still holding everything together after the storm (after a fashion), until she has to leave New Orleans and she falls apart physically as well as mentally. Mordantly, morbidly funny.

  • Tom Piazza: <i>Why New Orleans Matters</i>

    Tom Piazza: Why New Orleans Matters
    The best post-Katrina book I've read. In 150 small pages, Piazza explicates the New Orleans experience simply and beautifully. I'll be passing this one on to anyone who wonders "But why would anyone want to live there?".


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