You love to hate him. He is the editor of the upcoming anthology, Seattle City of Literature: Reflections from a Community of Writers from Sasquatch Books. Tonight he reads from The Octopus Rises. The above picture: ¯_(ツ)_/¯
Excerpted from Rich Smith's review of The Octopus Rises:
"Ryan Boudinot has done many things to showcase the prestige and excellence of Seattle literature, but writing The Octopus Rises was not one of those things. The Octopus Rises is a collection of merely competent, semi-humorous Twilight Zone–like short stories. Like that TV show, almost every story is fueled by a Premise. A big "What if..." For instance, "The End of Bert and Ernie" asks readers to imagine "What if... Bert and Ernie were a gay couple?" Another story, "Chopsticks," asks "What if... cats were actually on drugs?" Another story, "Bleeding Man and Wounded Deer," asks "What if... someone was just a regular guy who worked a boring office job, but was constantly bleeding from stab wounds, all while embodying the old trope of a flawed hunter pursuing a woman?" Sure, most stories have a Premise, but many of Boudinot's premises are clichéd or sound like "an idea for a story." There's nothing inherently bad about having premises that are clichés—there is some truth to a cliché—it's just very risky because it locates the tension outside the bounds of the story. Coming to the end of some of the better stories feels less like a literary event and more like a physical relief: Hoo-wee! I thought he was gonna fuck that one up! But in the not-so-good stories, he does embarrass himself. The book itself, however—the physical art object designed by Covey and published by Fantagraphics—is beautiful."