What are you doing here? Oh wait, yes, now I remember. I have decided to speak with Twitter user Post-Culture Review, @PostCultRev, as part of the ongoing project Bec Interviews Twitter Users You May or May Not Have Heard Of. My goal here is to give creative people an outlet to write something that others will read in a venue other than Twitter, share whatever they want about themselves—ranging from serious to silly—and to keep myself entertained for a small period of time while I write these things. Also, I have an impeccable taste in human beings, as you may have noticed. I’ve taken up the hobby of collecting cool people, and it would be wrong of me not to share my findings with the world. [Disclaimer: Interviewees not subject for kidnapping]
This impeccable taste is what initially drew me to PCR, back in my early days of Twitter when I was fresh and corruptible. The man is a fantastic writer, despite the channeling of evil spirits that results in reading his stories. I still await reimbursement for my costly exorcism bills. I used to have his zines displayed in my bathroom, as part of a magazine rack, so that guests could read his works while they worked on their movements, but this resulted in… too many messes… when my guests inevitably snapped from the exposure to eldritch realms and peering into the abyss, scrawling threatening messages all over my bathroom walls using the only material on hand (and boy, was it on hand). Not everyone has the mental fortitude to handle the abominations underneath life’s surface, you know.
Now his zines are in the dining room, in a rack with copies of the revival of my old literary journal, printed by someone who has a much bigger budget than I ever did. I’ve been hoping that the shaky work of undergraduates would act as a buffer between his insanity and the real world, but the cryptic messages etched into my hardwood floor seem to suggest otherwise.
Post-Culture Review’s zine can be received by DMing him on the interwebs, and his podcast is located here for all the world to hear.
Why do you have an account on Twitter dot com?
I started it to promote my zine, which is why it’s named after my zine. It has since evolved into a kind of literary laboratory for me to explore my obsessions or, alternately, my brain toilet.
Describe yourself in two words (no, wait, three words).
Albino cave potato
What is a writing project that you are currently working on?
I’m currently writing a short novel about a man on a deserted island who finds a machine that makes perfect clones of him. The clones eventually take over the island, which runs out of food as the society grows too large for the ecology to maintain them. The clone themselves then eat other clones to survive. This is an actual thing I’m doing because I’m an adult.
Drop a truth bomb, right here, right now.
You can sing “I Like Big Butts” to the tune of “Greensleeves” and now you’ll never stop doing this.
What did you have for breakfast?
Scrambled eggs, toast, coffee and free-range morning anxiety.
What is something that you hate doing?
My job that earns us the money that supports my family.
Who is your favorite account on Twitter dot com?
Your account is always a pleasure and you were one of the first people I communicated with regularly. If I had to pick it would be @mountennui who I find to be a constant source of inspiration. Reading his work was when I first started to read twitter as its own kind of literature. Some other favorites include @timescanner, @studiesincrap, @behindyourback, @thepatanoiac and dozens of others I’m certainly forgetting and whom ‘m dead certain will hate me forever now because I didn’t mention them…
What is your spirit animal, and why?
Bacteria, because no one ever thinks of them until billions of them are digesting you.
What is a topic that you feel that you know a lot about, that you consider yourself an expert on?
Nothing. Every time I think I have a grasp on something I end up being humbled and awed by the awesome majesty of the universe and its infinite possibilities. It’s very frustrating.
What do you believe to be the scariest monster?
Giant squids, because they hate us and their civilization is so much more advanced and cruel than ours.
What is your favorite book?
Can’t pick one. Top ten:
“60 Stories” by Donald Barthelme
“Labyrinths” by Jorge Luis Borges
“The Master and Margarita” by Mikhail Bulgakov
“We Have Always Lived in the Castle” by Shirley Jackson
“At Swim-Two-Birds” By Flann O’Brien
“Invisible Cities” by Italo Calvino
“Woman in the Dunes” by Kobo Abe
“The Lathe of Heaven” by Ursela K LeGuin
“Sometimes a Great Notion” by Ken Kesey
“The Sot-Weed Factor” by John Barth
What is a life lesson you feel you have learned thus far?
Our lives are built out of whatever narratives we tell ourselves about what is going on. It’s all a story. Changing the story isn’t going to necessarily change your life, but recognizing it is a story, and other people have their stories, and that culture and history are collections of these stories, goes a long way to coming to a better understanding of what we’re all up to.
When you burst through your front door in the morning, ready to get to work, what theme song is playing while you walk purposefully into your day?
“Primitive” by the Groupies
How does the internet work?
I scream at some bats and they fly away and form words in the night sky.
If you were a baked good, what baked good would you be?
A croissant, because I’m a lot of work to put together and I leave crumbs all over the goddamned place.
If we fought crime together, what sort of crime would we fight?
We’d free people from the tyranny of their shitty, unfulfilling jobs like some sort of freedom fighters.