Stories written by rklarasRick Klaras is a crass and socially awkward fat kid from rural Arizona, except he is 31. He learned most of his better words from all (yes, all) of the Hardy Boys mystery novels at the public library, his verbose mother, the bums that he used to bribe to buy him booze, and the works of Aldous Huxley and (of course) Kurt Vonnegut. He is also a former high school teacher, pizza delivery boy, horse racing camera man and briefly, a micro-cosmic rock star. He is an abuser of hyphens and commas who will shamelessly scold others for misusing quotation marks and apostrophes. He lives, works, and makes
pretentious music in Portland, OR.
The Maxines Drugstore EP will remind you why baby-you had a crush on rock ‘n’ roll in the first place.
December 7th, 2011 | Posted in Music Reviews | Read More »
Boldness and a willingness to allow total strangers to gawk at her unadorned humanity makes Myriam Gurba’s Wish You Were Me shocking, engaging, and funny.
November 17th, 2011 | Posted in Book Reviews | Read More »
A Review of Sam Pinks’s Person from Lazy Fascist Press, 2010, in which critic Rick Klaras discovers he shares much in common with the narrator.
October 12th, 2011 | Posted in Book Reviews | Read More »
A Review of Riley Michael Parker’s “Our Beloved 26th” from Future Tense Books, 2009. For Smalldoggies Book Reviews.
October 3rd, 2011 | Posted in Book Reviews | Read More »
A Review of Tao Lin’s novel Richard Yates in which Rick Klaras determines that Lin is perhaps not the be-all, end-all future of literature.
August 15th, 2011 | Posted in Book Reviews | Read More »