David Joy

A recent interview. www.readporchlight.com/interview-da...

Excited about these two. The second will be the follow-up to LINE. It’ll most likely be titled, DWAYNE.

#MaViechezSonatine 28.05.2025 avec @davidjoy.bsky.social à Marciac/Beaumarchès Un dîner littéraire organisé par l’institut médico-social de Pagès, des jeunes au taquet pour que cette soirée soit une réussite, avec La Chouette qui lit. Une soirée Sonatine/La peuplade avec Alexandra Boilard-Lefebvre

I read David Joy's Those We Thought We Knew a year ago and was moved. The author's recent appeal on Instagram has reinforced the impression. It is prescient and timely, taken during an era when we are told to ignore the truth and turn from history. It hits! Read it soon. @davidjoy.bsky.social

I don’t got a TikTok and I sure never intended for that video to be out, honestly didn’t even know it was recorded, but glad the words are out there. www.tiktok.com/@baxterforhe...

Yesterday marked a decade since that book wandered off into the world.

Payment upon publication is the equivalent of getting a new roof put on your house and telling the roofers you’ll cut the check next time it rains real good.

When you can visibly see someone drowning at the bottom of a pool, “Take a deep breath,” is not sound advice.

It’s always said you can’t see the forest for the trees but sometimes it’s the goddamn forest.

If you want to know what Veruca Salt is like at 48 years old, I can assure you she is just the same as when she was twelve.

#retoursur2024 Grande joie d’avoir accompagné @davidjoy.bsky.social pendant 4 semaines en librairie et en festivals. C’était 🤩🤩🤩 (sans parler de l’avalanche de coups de cœur-libraires et d’une presse très très enthousiaste) 📖 Les deux visages du monde Trad. Jean-Yves Cotté Parution en août 2024

It might feel like #Winter, but we're still enjoying our #Fall2024 #ReadingList, featuring works by @jojomoyes.bsky.social, @silashouse.bsky.social, Barbara Kingsolver, @davidjoy.bsky.social, and others. 1/2

Last night I was talking to a mother who lives with rocks tied to her ankles and treads water every minute of every day with wild ones crawling over her shoulders and bowling pins juggled by her hands. She was beat. “Even God had a day of rest,” I said. “And that must be how they know he was a man.”

You know what happens when you make a banana pudding for fifteen people but you single and don’t fucks with nobody? You eat a fifteen person banana pudding all by your self!

Goodnight moon.

Sort of about books, but mostly about woods. tombeckbe.com/blogs/field-...

Kicked this book out into the void two months ago and all I know is if it’s the one thing I left behind I’d be alright with that.

Burning Man is quickly becoming a mystery box narrative and I’m here for it. www.aol.com/burning-man-...

Blue sky on the opening day of dove season just makes good sense.