I lived in an airport for a book and wrote about it for Electric Literature

My airport performance art retrospective went live today over at Electric Literature. In the essay, I detail out the motivations, confusions, considerations, and various inebriations that transpired over the 48 hour period. If you give it a read, hope it sounds as crazy as it felt. Here’s a sample from the essay:

The idea was simple yet absurd: Live in an airport for forty-eight hours to promote my latest book, The Fun We’ve Had. This would be long enough to feel stranded, and more than enough to feel distanced from the blasé of daily routine. At the time, I didn’t know how long that would actually be. I feared that I’d barely make it past the twelve-hour mark.I feared that I’d barely make it past the twelve-hour mark.

I would remain online and available, tweeting and posting for the duration of the performance. It sounded like fun, maybe, but it helped that I wasn’t alone at the airport, joined by Kyle Muntz, a good friend and author of a number of books, including his most recent, Green Lights.

It helped that the airport functioned as a suitable metaphor for the book’s setting, given that being in an airport is a lot like being lost at sea. So many places and possibilities to drift, but not if you don’t already know where it is that you’re going. In the case of Kyle and I, we weren’t going anywhere. We weren’t actually getting on an airplane. We remained in stasis, disconnected from all tethers except the digital variety for the entire duration of the performance.

This was a performance.

This was an experiment.

And it was also a sort of nontraditional celebration of a book’s official publication because, in theory, I wanted to do something totally different, even if it ended up being a failure.


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My Pet Serial Killer now available!

January 21st. Martin Luther King Day. It is also the official release day of My Pet Serial Killer, my fourth novel. If you are a sick fuck like me, this might just be the book for you! Spread the word. Let’s all be a little fucked in the head.

“Be mine, she said.

“I didn’t know anything until she came along.

“She told me I had ‘full of fight’ tattooed on my insides and then she made me believe it. The first time I took someone for her I knew it was true. I was a taker. She told me she only loved the takers of this world. Of course, we all eventually get taken in the end. You know what I remember from that first time though? The sounds. It almost like the sound a baby makes when it’s sighing. That’s how quiet it is. I just kept needing that sound over and over again. So I took and I took and I took and I took and I took some more.

“Of course, I couldn’t go deep enough for her in the end. She poured salt on me and I melted into nothing.

“You know that old saying? She was the type of person who tells you that dragons don’t exist, and then she leads you to their caves. I never even really called her by her name even. I never really called her Claire. I just thought of her as god. I asked her what it was like studying forensics and she told me that once you know about the invisible world then the visible world didn’t matter anymore.

“She told me the visible world is what we’re all trying to get away from. I just wanted to become invisible with her.”

– Scott M., aka “Scott the Slaughter,” serving back-to-back life sentences at Montgomery State Prison

“This book defies categorization: A new kind of serial killer story that pushes and prods in all the unexpected directions. You’ve never read anything quite like this.”
–Carlton Mellick III, author of Kill Ball

“Michael Seidlinger’s swift-moving novel is an interesting addition to the genre, with all kinds of offbeat touches there for the connoisseur. He reminds me, in style, of some of the Swedish crime-writers we’ve seen. The narrative moves quickly towards a satisfying payoff.”
–Todd Grimson, author of Stainless

“‘And now they’re talking about media icons and murder’: Michael J. Seidlinger’s strange tale of Claire Wilkinson, forensics major, and her ‘Gentleman Killer’ is a wonderful romp through American wound culture, exploring the connection between art, media, serial killing, romance and anonymity. It reshapes the college romance plot as a wing of JG Ballard’s The Atrocity Exhibition.”
–Johannes Göransson, author of Entrance to a colonial pageant in which we all begin to intricate

“A rowdy menagerie of the unexpected, this book will delight and disturb even the bravest of readers; all preconceptions of what to trust and what to fear are masterfully upended within these pages.”
–Alissa Nutting, author of Unclean Jobs for Women and Girls

“Michael J. Seidlinger takes the slasher horror movie, snuff film, found footage and webcam porn, and the serial killer docudrama, cuts them all to pieces, pulls out their internal organs, reorganizes them in an ‘aesthetically pleasing arrangement,’ and shows us a story that is at once hilarious, pathetically sad, and a brilliant social critique. This is one where you’ll want to eat the offal.”
–Jamie Iredell, author of The Book of Freaks

“Part serial killer novel, part unhinged sociological treatise, Seidlinger’s latest is dripping with unique and wonderful darkness. It scares me.”
–J David Osborne, author of Low Down Death Right Easy

“I wouldn’t let my make-believe daughter out of the house after reading this.”
–Gregory Sherl, author of The Oregon Trail is the Oregon Trail

“Michael J. Seidlinger may be the most subversive author I know. In My Pet Serial Killer he’s redefining homicidal tendencies by way of the pickup arts; that’s definitely a trap.”
–Pela Via, editor-in-chief of Manarchy Magazine

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