D. Foy has had work published in Salon, Bomb, Frequencies, Post Road, The Literary Review, and The Georgia Review, among others, and included in the books Laundromat and Forty Stories: New Writing from Harper Perennial. He lives in Brooklyn. You can see a short interview with D. Foy in the trailer for Made to Break, here: https://vimeo.com/70723153
An excerpt from his novel, Made to Break, appeared in Issue Fifty-Six of The Collagist.
Here, he answers questions "in the form of excerpts"—with further excerpts from Made to Break. Enjoy!
What is writing like?
An odor of struggle suffused the air. It was the odor of springtime, of birth.
What isn’t writing like?
“I smoke,” Basil said. “I can’t smell dick.”
“I can assure you,” Hickory said. “This is not the smell of dick.”
When you do it, why?
And it was then I saw the nature of terror, because it was then the nature of my predicament, like a toxic cloud, swallowed me utterly up. Terror, I realized, had nothing to do with time and space but with the absence of them, and with the incomprehensibility of that absence.
When you don’t, why?
What was the use. There was no use. Nothing mattered. Uselessness ruled.