First a note about what I’m doing here: talking to people who consider themselves non-readers.

Welcome to Camp Bread Loaf. Put your apron on.

A little man in a boat paddles laps around a toilet bowl.

A look back at Hobart of old, a look forward at Hobart anew...

Elizabeth Ellen looks back at Tao Lin's "The Novelist" from Hobart, Aug./Sept. '04.

Matthew Simmons looks back at Amy Minton's "Overhanded" from Hobart, May '07, and also her interviews, and just her awesomeness in general.

Jac Jemc looks back at Spencer Dew's "The Exit Colony" from Hobart October '04.

Jensen Beach looks back at Glen Pourciau's "Belly" from Hobart October '08.

Aaron Burch looks back at two Aaron Gwyn shorts from Hobart, early 2002.

An interview with Ted Sanders, author of No Animals We Could Name.

"She had lost something, but she was not sure what."

"It was terrible the way we were fighting, Janine saying how many other girlfriends of yours are going to call me, pulling out the ashtray and stubbing her Doral cigarette..."

"This was the old days, back when you could go down to Tijuana without a passport."

"We go to the golf course with a case of Busch and two deep-sea fishing rods fitted with steel leaders."

It was the day after Christmas when our parents began to argue and we went down to the basement, to our new Titan 360 Pro ping-pong table, my brother Ari and I. We were unsure about the game

On the last day of her life, my grandmother woke up, went into the bathroom to brush her teeth, and looked into the mirror to discover that she was bald. Oh! she said. That's a fright. This

The Baby's signature sportcoat was caught in the cab door again. "Every danged time," he muttered into his coffee. He disliked being seen riding in a cab, certain that others assumed he had a

The afternoon David was fired for stealing company office supplies and reselling them in an office superstore parking lot, the four verificationists took lunch ninety minutes late to see the

We the children were out there in the alley again, digging holes in the asphalt with our shovels, digging holes in the dark and wind and snow, but no matter how hard we dug our sister wasn’t

My father told me tollbooths were drive-thru dentists. The orthodontists were the lanes labeled EXACT CHANGE ONLY. "They change your teeth," he said, "until they're exact."

I cranked down

Chelsea Martin is easily one of the sweetest persons I know, as well as one of the funniest. She’s so quiet and seemingly unassuming, you don’t see it coming. It sneaks up on you,

Tom Williams: What do you find funny?

John Warner: I find lots of things funny, and have pretty broad tastes, but you know who I think is the number one comedic genius of the last

Jim Ruland,
Author of Big Lonesome





You don't want to bet against

Most baseball fans remember the late Pittsburgh Pirates pitcher Dock Ellis for his June 12, 1970 no-hitter against the San Diego Padres in San Diego. Dock struck out 6, walked 8, and hit one

Episode 1
Humble Beginnings

The first official Little League was played in 1882 on a balmy summer afternoon in Springfield, MA. It was a perfect day for a ball game, the grass freshly

The Catcher showed his pointer finger, the signal for a fastball. Two fingers issued a polite suggestion for a curveball. If the Pitcher included a change-up in his arsenal, and he really should,

Mike Hampton - P

When I wore my Astros hat and jersey to see them play the Cubs at Wrigley Field, someone threw a tampon at me, still in its wrapper. I didn’t see who threw it.

Tony

Craig Griffey ate snowflakes because he thought it would make him better at baseball.

When Craig Griffey was six he almost retired from baseball to pursue a career in motorcycles, but his

Girls, sweating in their polyester knickers, await their turns at the plate. Ankles clacking, mouths breathing, “We want a pitcher, not a belly-itcher!” Coach Agliolo frowns.

Bench 1 watches,

Renteria almost hits one out in the bottom of the ninth of a 3-3 game against Cleveland. It’s been a nightmare season of almosts for Detroit. Still, I watch them every single night. Inge pops up to