Fucken rad. Writing a book called Cunt is a very odd experience. Just today I was laughing about how I always get emails with subject headings like “My Big Cunt” and “Northern Whores.” I make wagers with myself about whether or not they’re spam porn. Like the two above, they’re often not. While working on this book, my world was two things: writing and surviving. It took three years to write Cunt. I estimate I spent a year and a half actually working on the book. The other year and a half was devoted to survival—in this case, finding and getting fired from jobs every three or four months. After Cunt came out, I was totally ecstatic, depressed and confused. What is one supposed to do after their first book is published? Thankfully, right around this time, I interviewed Dorothy Allison for Bust magazine. I asked her what she did after Bastard Out of Carolina hit the streets.
