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Stephen C. Bird
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Hideous Exuberance
Chapter 1: At Szczmawgwhorets, academy for sorcerers-in-training, the Unholy Trinity (Higher Parterre, Whoremoania Gangster and Traan Mrs. Beasley) join forces with former nemesis Malfaux to thumb their noses at Head–Neckro-Misère Kallous Humblewhore--While submitting to Quasibzjhborg (AKA “He Who Would Not Be Loved”) of the Not-So-Krystal-Lite-Side. Subplot: Higher and Whoremoania are aggressively courted by Madame Saline, who sends them X-rated, sadomasochistic missives. Chapter 2: On the Green Tea Ice Cream Planet in the mountaintop kingdom of Buzzantium, wealthy inhabitants of Sweet Pumpkin Castle are harassed by dragon-like “Decrapitors” while a class struggle ensues between the Buzzantiites and the combined forces of the Lower Dwellers and Lula Bell Hassenpfeffer’s Amazonian army in the The Valley of Disillusionment. Chapter 3: Gondolphus Clownhouse, an effeminate, overweight, tormented professor and Kryspy Kreem night manager, stuffs his face with krullers and dreams about teenage boys. Conversely, he aims to be spiritual via frequent prayer to his goddess, Maya Hiyuh Powuh. Chapter 4: Dzjheemi Sparks, an isolated, sexually confused suburban misfit with an active fantasy life encounters his alter ego, “Zauberfeuer”, during a subterranean “Anti-Alice-in-Wonderland” type journey. Dzjheemi and his mentally unstable brother Filbert discuss their “Paw” and his visits to the “procterologist” with their mother, Evil Matilda. Chapter 5: Ginger Bocey, a dim-witted bad-girl teenager flirts with self-destruction via adventures with degenerate priest-pervert Father Elizabeth “Devil Horns” Branigan. Ginger’s rebellious behavior is enabled by her brandy-guzzling mother, Francine Kafka. Subplot: The ritual murder of universally despised field hockey coach Boris Astromapolov, by a maniacally suicidal group of high school girls à la “The Bacchae” (Euripides). Chapter 6: Francine Kafka, mother of Ginger Bocey, is also the mother of Rusty, a shy, socially maladjusted, would be gay boy and 7th grade spelling bee champion. Rusty writes a controversial essay concerning “men who have sex with men” and is punished for this by Francine, his teacher Madame Pentacostya Koontwych and his insensitive classmates. Chapter 7: Bobby Chushingura, the male doppelgänger of Ginger Bocey, murders his girlfriend Alison Sh*tbox. Despite all of this, he remains at large and his high school classmates live in fear of his lurking, anti-social presence. He survives for years afterward unapprehended, embarking on a downward spiral and eventually succumbing to a tsunami. Chapter 8: Alison Sh*tbox, Bobby’s victim, finds herself in a “Watchtower-Oral Roberts University Campus” type of Paradise, where she rages against the injustice of her senseless demise. Chapter 9: The dysfunctional family drama of Volodya Gufo (President of Amurycka Profunda), his mother Pomposya, his wife Natasha, their daughter Bombastika, and their estranged porn-actress daughter, Hot Pepper Blue. Natasha metamorphoses, werewolf-style, into the “Komodo Beast”, then punishing her innocent or not-so-innocent victims. Chapters 10 and 11: Gothra Schvulkopf is a merciless multi-millionaire entrepreneur of good living who stops at nothing to get what she wants. Gothra is assisted by her resentfully faithful servants, the Pumpkin Trolls, in her quest for commercial domination of the Blue Green Planet and the Galaxy. Chapter 12: A Ginsberg-esque absurdist poem-chant-oration comprised of ridiculous and fantastical names.
Reviews
Foreword Reviews

Hideous Exuberance

Reviewed by Leia Menlove
March 26, 2013

The universe of Hideous Exuberance, the new novel by Stephen C. Bird, is one of demented imagination and verve. It can also be exhausting. The work lies somewhere between Harry Potter burlesque and Tolkien satire, with doses of hill-country buffoonery and pop-culture mockery thrown in for good measure. The result is a psychosexual storm of non sequitur that is vaguely reminiscent of the nonsense novels of Stephen Leacock. Yet unlike Leacock’s work, Hideous Exuberance is decidedly adult.

Sets of loosely connected episodes relate the (mainly sexual) adventures of the novel’s often magical characters. The Harry Potter connection appears throughout in characters with oddly familiar names like Higher Parterre, Whoremoania Gangster, Gryffynwhore, and more.

The stories are unpredictable and varied, always told in frenetic, looping language. In “Szczmawgwhore(ts): A Pornographik Bitch-Story,” a young woman’s magical sexual ordeals are detailed. In “Glowing Green Gas,” a city besieged by “flaming raptor feces” must rally. In “Gandolphus Clownhouse,” a man wrestles with his sexuality. In “Volodya Gufo Y La Familia,” a mother and son struggle with elicit obsessions while changing into komodo dragons and teleporting around the world.

Yes, Bird’s Hideous Exuberance is a bird of a different color. It could have been a fascinating trip through a crazed, postmodern world, but is impaired by several flaws. Following its countless alternative spellings, its puns within puns, its allusions, and its many tangents is infuriating. The book would benefit from fewer instances of wordplay. Taken in bulk, the impact flags. For example, when some students dream of their futures, one wants “to learn the ways of hypocritickal Evilangelists and move up in the ranks of I-PORN-DEE-NET [the International Pornographick Distribution Network].” Another envisions himself as “a ruthless C-E-I-E-O, dedicated to the environmental rape of Third World Szczmoogle-Bjzhorg lands.”

The author also uses creative punctuation and multiple subclauses to enrich his narratives. In “The Travails of Ginger Bocey,” he writes, “when her were caught stealin the last pair of poor woman’s Tinseltown sunglasses from the pharmacy down Main Street of Boresaw, New York, her eyes turned mercury silver and her tongue shot out of the front door like a fearsome tentacle of a giant squid to burn and sting insolent 11 year old boys that was doin wheelies outside.”

Bird also plays fast and loose with point of view. In a single story, he may flip back and forth between third person limited with two or even three characters and then rise into the omniscient for good measure. If he were to stick with the perspective of one or two characters per story, each tale could have more impact, more humor, and better readability.

All in all, Bird’s novel could be developed and polished to appeal to mature audiences with a taste for the peculiar.

 

Kirkus Reviews

HIDEOUS EXUBERANCE

by Stephen C. Bird

KIRKUS REVIEW

A collection of hyperenergetic, scatological, stream-of-consciousness short stories.

Bird (Catastrophically Consequential, 2012) serves up 12 highly impressionistic stories in this revised edition of his original 2009 collection. The stories range from the frantic Harry Potter parody of “Szczmawgwhore(ts): A Pornographick Bitch-Story” to the sardonic true-crime parody of “Bobby Chushingura,” with its fierce send-up of small-town Middle America (“Bobby had grown up on the wrong side of the tracks of a rural-suburban Rust Belt town populated by wealthy equestrian enthusiasts who were only as sick as their secrets”). Also notable are the almost incoherent psychedelic ramblings of the linked stories “Gothra Schvulkopf and the Daily Grind” and “Gothra Schvulkopf and Her Pumpkin Trolls,” which, even at their most disconnected, are saved by Bird’s skilled pacing and surprisingly lovely turns of phrase: “One can espy an Amazonian jungle creeping along the edge of my bikini line. Little children burn doggie poo in paper bags on my doorstep on Halloween and run away cackling in the harvest moon dry brown leaf rustling night.” Bird is a performance artist in New York City, and many of his stories in this collection would likely be far more effective in performance, where the copious amounts of profanity would likely be funnier than they are on the page. Even so, the narrative swagger Bird brings to stories like “The Travails of Ginger Bocey” (“Her wore them dirty pants with pride, her warn’t no society lady, her life were dirty and she rubbed it in everyone’s face”) gives them a welcome, raunchy life all their own.

Fast-paced, lewd and extremely unconventional short stories that may appeal to fans of Mark Danielewski and David Foster Wallace.

Travalanche

The “Hideous Exuberance” of Steve Bird

I first knew Steve Bird as one of the principal, demented faces around the old Collective: Unconscious. His work was always a heady cocktail of honey and bile, simultaneously intoxicating and disgusting, as all good liquor is. His new book Hideous Exuberance gives readers the pleasure of getting inside that disturbed head in the privacy of the home — and a sordid thrill it is.

Picture Winesburg, Ohio if it had been written by an inmate of a criminal insane asylum. The book is structured as a chain of bizarre character portraits of surreal specimens with names like Alison Shitbox and Gondolphus Clownhouse. The opening sections read like revenge salvoes against a gallery of grotesques who probably made Bird’s life a living hell during his formative years. Trailer trash bimbos rule this universe – Anna Nicole Smith meets Eva Peron (and when you get right down to it, they’re not so different). As the work progresses it gets at once more erudite and increasingly less coherent, as though the author had consumed the works of Heironymous Bosch, John Waters, Richard Wagner, Mark Leyner, Kurt Vonnegut, the Marquis de Sade, Rabelais, William S. Burroughs, Alfred Jarry, both Sedarises, and the Bards who sang Beowulf, vomited these works uo up, and was now serving the upchuck to us, chilled, in parfait cups.

Scatology is an important quiver in Bird’s arsenal. More than one character embraces “German shit porn”, and eats “hot brown poo pie”. This reviewer confesses to relishing such phrases in comedy so long as they remain phrases; I am nonetheless relieved the book is not a photo essay. And, as in the work of Mark Leyner, it as the level of the phrase or the sentence that Hideous Exuberance soarsTry to follow it as a plot and you will go just as insane as the author. But the smaller chunks are saturated with an inventiveness that is downright hyperactive. The work is rife with Joycean coinages all Bird’s own — and he sticks to them like the obsessive compulsive that he obviously is. Jesus is invariably rendered as ”Jah-heesus”. Evangelist as “Evilangelist”. America, for some reason, as “America Profunda”. The Feast of Fools meets Armageddon in this ungodly, God-like work. What emerges is a damning portrait of humanity in all its hypocritical splendor: venal, weak, and ingenious in its depravity. I therefore judge it as a highly moral work, a fiction of singular realism. I think it should be on the reading list of every 11-year old in the country – not because that is the level of its humor (though it is, and woe to those who are not 11 at least in sprit) but because 11 is also the age of understanding, and the book contains so many worthwhile lessons.Hideous Exuberance indeed.

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News
02/03/2010
Bird flies LES stage for the page

How Steve sees Bird: A self-portrait

Bird flies LES stage for the page
Novel ‘not the output of a man at peace with the world’

BY TRAV S.D.

Steve Bird is a rara ava. Since the mid-1980s, the Buffalo native has lived and worked in New York (mostly the East Village), performing his off-kilter monologues and sketches to amused — and sometimes concerned — audiences.

With the June, 2009 publication of his outrageous first book (“Hideous Exuberance”), Bird’s career seems poised to enter a new phase; even if the book has been percolating for three decades.

“I actually began a sort of prototype of the book when I was still in high school,” says Bird. The astute reader may suspect as much. The work’s adolescent origins seep through the book’s fifteen sections — which read like Sherwood Anderson’s “Winesburg, Ohio” as conceived by a brilliant, angst-ridden teenager with an axe to grind.

Full of gross caricatures of trailer park bimbos, celebutards and hellish demons, one imagines its first draft scrawled in a composition book alongside dirty doodles — and being read aloud to giggling classmates in a corner of the school library. It’s not the output of a man (let alone a kid) at peace with the world.

A self-professed “school newspaper geek” and “wallflower,” he enrolled in nearby Niagara College as a theatre major before small town life got to be too much for him.

He transferred to NYU in 1981, but rapidly began what he calls a “downward spiral. I got sucked into the whole punk scene, which was just then winding down.”

Punk mecca CBGBs was still in full flower then — even as its seminal bands (the Ramones, Talking Heads and Blondie) were achieving national fame. After dropping out of school for awhile to carouse, Bird eventually returned to NYU’s Gallatin School to graduate with a concentration in World Lit.

But the urge to perform (one might say a morbid one) never left him. From the mid-1980s through the early 90s, he tried his hand at stand-up comedy. If your conception of the form is the stereotypical one of a guy in a button-down shirt talking about sports teams and the food in his refrigerator, it must be kept in mind that this was the heyday of numerous outré acts with broad, goofy characterizations that brought their monologues much closer to what most people think of as performance art.

Not surprisingly, Bird lists as his inspiration nuts like Sam Kinison, Bobcat Goldthwait and Emo Phillips, as well as ballsier female comics like Sandra Bernhard, Judy Tenuta and Margaret Cho. Ultimately, though, stand-up is a commercial medium, and says Bird, “I never fit into that genre. I started out as a kid studying to be a concert pianist, so I was coming from a high art place. Stand-up clubs are no place to try to be an artist.”

Fortunately, a few years later he was able to finally find a home in the burgeoning performance comedy scene at alternative clubs in the Lower East Side like Surf Reality and Collective Unconscious — which were just getting off the ground in the mid-90s. The linchpins of these two clubs were their open mic nights, where the most outrageous performers in town (some of them genuine mentally ill) could get stage time.

At Surf Reality, bald, mild-mannered host Faceboy held court until the Allen Street club was shuttered in 2003. At Collective, elf-eared slacker-chick Rev Jen fronted the Anti-Slam until its Ludlow Street theatre closed its doors that same year (she managed to keep her popular show going at a succession of venues. It’s currently ensconced at Bowery Poetry Club).

Bird quickly became a familiar face at both open mic nights, and became popular for his menacing demeanor and the completely uncensored malice of his diatribes. It didn’t hurt that he was also funny.

Rev Jen says of Bird, “One thing I’ve always loved about Steve’s performances at the open mic is that even if he’s the last performer out of 50 or so Art Stars who all happen to be doing interpretive dance or penis jokes, he gets up and has insane energy. Very few people can crack me up at the end of a 5-hour show, but he’s quite capable [of doing that]. Also, I love it when, Harvey Korman style, he starts giggling in the middle of his set.”

From the open mic nights, it was natural for him to expand — so he began producing a series of shows at Collective Unconscious. The titles of the productions speak volumes: “Sarcastic Passion,”“Jealous Competitive Bastard,” “Outside the Comfort Zone” and “Ass of Satan” to name just a few. The format was usually a “one-man show” — but in reality, it was a variety show hosted by Bird. “Actually I was more of an anti-emcee,” says Bird. “I specialized in alienating and antagonizing the audience.” In addition to his monologues and improvised rants, Bird would book equally out-there special guests from the downtown scene like Shecky Beagleman, David Leopold, Karen Sneider and Audrey Crabtree (who directed many of his shows).

“Steve’s a truth-speaker,” says Crabtree. “He has this great imagination and this way with language, but also this anger at society and its complacency that feels so justified. What struck me was how brave he was, the way he believed in his material and kept going, even when audiences weren’t getting it at first.”

Gradually, Bird began to build an audience — but just as momentum was gathering, 9/11 hit. People stopped going to theatres for a time and the Lower East Side clubs folded. Bird took a break from performing in 2002, only emerging from hibernation with the opening of the now-defunct Mo Pitkins on Avenue A four years later.

In the meantime, he’d begun serious work on “Hideous Exuberance” — which went through four major revisions over five years before finally making it to print.

“I’m more calculated than I used to be,” says Bird, “I used to be really angry. I still am, but to a lesser degree. I edited some stuff out. My goal was to make it vile, but with discretion. I wanted to give it some gross-out elements, but also wanted to go for the philosophical and the sublime. The book is sort of R-rated experience combined with Dr. Seuss.”

One seldom hears an artist describe his own work as “vile” and “gross” — and in an approving manner no less; but is characteristic of Bird’s work that these are the very effects he is going for.

“Some psychologists would say the impulse is infantile, I guess,” Bird says. “Artists play with paints the way babies play with their own [shit]. I’m a bad little boy making a mess. I want to transcend taboos. It’s self expression first and foremost.”

Like all the great satirists, he lists as his targets “mundanity, banality, hypocrisy [and Victorianism].” And where did he find all that? Back in his native Buffalo, where these scatological stories (which mix elements of William S. Burroughs, Victor Hugo and the Chronicles of Narnia — among countless others) first began.

“A lot of this is directed toward my family. They were definitely caught up in appearances. I’m definitely not showing this book to my mother and my sister,” says Bird.

So much the better for us, his fellow disgruntled, alienated New Yorkers. If you keep your eye peeled, you’ll find him in the line-up of venues like Comix and Bowery Poetry Club. And — full disclosure — he’ll be reading on a bill with me at Von Bar on Bleecker Street on March 15.

04/13/2011
Hideous Kinky: An Interview with Stephen C. Bird

Dolly Delightly is granted an audience with New York performer, artist and ‘downright dirty’ author Stephen C. Bird

Writer, performer and artist Stephen C. Bird was born in Ontario, Canada, but has spent most of his life in New York City. He studied theatre with the Stella Adler Conservatory in association with New York University, but dropped out with one semester to go. A regular on the post-punk scene in East Village, Bird pursued a career in stand up comedy, worked as a musician, a Christmas tree decorator, a busboy, an art store employee and a word processor. Due to his lack of people skills and his “omnipresent attitude”, Bird was fired from every day job he ever had. Eventually he went back to NYU to complete his BA and later resumed his stand-up and acting career, performing at Surf Reality and Collective Unconscious, in East Village where “Art Stars” of the time were known to congregate. In 1997, Bird started producing, writing and performing a series of one-man variety shows before taking time out to concentrate on visual art. He resumed his acting career again in 2006 performing in self-produced variety shows in the East Village. In 2009, Bird completed his first book,Hideous Exuberance. He is currently working on his second book, when he is not distracted by learning foreign languages, art-house cinema, laziness, bouts of decadence, self-sabotage and procrastination.

Although seemingly slapdash, you said Hideous Exuberance was actually meticulously considered. Could you tell me a little bit more about that, and how the initial idea for the book came about? 
The book is a giant spew of filth, which I guess it had to be, and although seemingly fractured and thrown together willy-nilly it was intended to appear that way. As regards the conception of Hideous Exuberance, some of the stories within it are based on monologues I performed on stage which I then converted into narratives with more surreal/fantastical settings. Two chapters out of 15 are performance based pieced. The final chapter I’d call a poem. And the rest of the narratives I developed from scratch.

How long did you spend writing Hideous Exuberance?
The short answer is “too long”. I copyrighted the first semblance of the manuscript, which was eventually to become the book, in 2003. I don’t think at that time, I was even sure I was writing a book as it was very much an off and on again process. I think I was also somewhat hampered by lack of confidence, insecurity, self-sabotage and procrastination. In June 2008, however, I copyrighted what I thought would be the final version of the book but spent May through to July 2009 revising it. I think I probably revised it more than I needed to, but I am a little bit of a perfectionist. Fortunately though, at a certain point, I decided “enough”.

Are the characters in the book based on people you’ve encountered or are they entirely fictional? 
Several of the characters are based on high profile individuals who are both famous and infamous. Others are based on people I saw growing up in Western New York. The rest were developed from ‘types’ and ‘stereotypes’ of people I’ve known throughout my life.

What comes first in sitting down to write: a concept, a character, a scene? 
What comes first could be an image, a phrase or a conceptual fragment which would then lead me down either a literal/literary and/or visual path. I think of Hideous Exuberance as a series of portraits of fractured, angry, absurd and tragic characters collaged together in an arbitrarily cohesive way. Sometimes the setting or the background is just as important, or even more important, than a character. A lot of the action in Hideous Exuberanceoccurs within the psyche of its characters, for example: it is not what Dzjheemi Sparks does or says that’s significant, but how he perceives the world, and/or how the world perceives him.

How would you sum up the ideology behind Hideous Exuberance?
In a philosophical context, I’d call myself a pessimistic realist and I think that’s reflected in my work. All the characters in the book are tormented by their baser natures; they are driven to destroy or to create by their innate animalistic impulses. And as you probably noticed, they’re much more interested in destruction. I have juxtaposed individual tragedy with the greater social concept of ‘the human tragedy’ and that’s what I hoped would come through in the book. As you noted in your review, I am incredibly sceptical about the various institutions that try to make us ‘socially normal’. Although on the other hand, they are a necessary evil that keeps the human race from descending into total chaos. I hoped to relay this in Hideous Exuberance through its absurdity and by going against everything that’s thought to be a ‘correct’ form of writing.

Why did you dedicate the book to your brother, is he an artistic influence in your life?
I dedicated the book to my brother, Fred, who has battled paranoid schizophrenia for the last 36 years, since the age of 19, because he was and still is a creative influence. Throughout our childhood he always took part in school plays and wrote poetry, and continues to do so, but has been deny the chance to fulfil his artistic potential because of his illness. I have always been inspired by his determination and along with my sister helped him produce a book of poetry in 2008.

Are there any other aspects of your childhood that you think may have contributed to making you the creative force you are?
Yes several: a familial history of mental illness, on my mother’s side; parental neglect; my desire to rebel against the 1950s American puritanical values with which I was raised. I mean no disrespect to my parents, however, as they taught me many valuable things. And, I think the artistic impulse comes from my mother’s side of the family.

Which writers would you say have been your biggest influences? And, who do you read for fun? 
Well, I haveven’t necessarily been influenced by writers alone. I am very interested in film, especially of the art house and avant-garde variety. I began to explore foreign cinema more thoroughly in the last 10 years: French, Italian, German, Russian, Spanish, Mexican, South American. Some of my favourite filmmakers include, Jean Luc-Godard, Luis Buñuel, Federico Fellini, Sergei Eisenstein, Alain Resnais, Jean Cocteau, Rainer Werner Fassbinder, Woody Allen, David Lynch. Music has also always inspired me: classical, psychedelic, jazz. I remember being fascinated by William Shakespeare as a child and throughout my adolescence. I also liked Kurt Vonnegut (particularly Sirens of Titan), Edith Hamilton’s MythologyThe Chronicles of Narnia and The Fellowship of the Ring. In my 20, I read about five or six Anne Rice books (for fun). I remember I loved Bret Easton Ellis’American Psycho. I also found Camille Paglia’s Sexual Personae hugely influential. I’ve read three or four books by Paul Bowles: Sheltering Sky being the most memorable. I’ve also always liked absurdist playwrights, like Edward Albee (I am currently reading Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf having seen the film countless times) and Christopher Durang (particularly Laughing Wild). I admire the philosophy of Friedrich Nietzsche; Thus Sprach Zarathustra is amazing and mystifying; though I can’t say I understood it, and maybe never will. I am not a great fan of poetry, but I did enjoy Gergory Corso’s Elegiac Feelings American. I have read several works by William S. Burroughs, but I’m more interested in his life and point of view than his often incomprehensible books. Victor Hugo’s The Hunchback of Notre Dame was a page-turner and a masterpiece. I read Dan Brown’sAngels & Demons and The Da Vinci Code purely for diversion, and I respected all the research that went into creating those books. I read all the Harry Potter books and they were great for escapism.

You’ve mentioned some very interesting and diverse influences, in particular experimental writers. Is writing for you personally an exercise in the use of language, an attempt to explore character or a balance of both?
I would say it’s more of an exercise in using language and using it as a form of poetry-humour-satire. A lot of the way I use language does arise from my experience as a performer, and my penchant for improvisation. A lot of the scenes in Hideous Exuberancewere taken from my own experience of things and transplanted into a fictional context, with little regard for linear consistency. I think that exploring character is something I could investigate more thoroughly.

You also draw and perform, but what do you enjoy most? I think writing is the most enjoyable for me, and probably the most natural. I write very long emails that most of my friends don’t have the time or inspiration to answer in equal length. I am old-fashioned that way. And unfortunately in our era where technology has come to reign supreme, I feel I have to curtail that habit. Drawing and/or making collages/visual art is something I tend to do when I’m very down, but not regularly. I’ve been performing much less since 2009 as I began to focus more on writing.

Your writing is loaded with black humour, have you always had the capacity to make people laugh?
Yes I think so. I am something of a natural clown, I have even studied some clown. Although, I was never the ‘class clown’ in school. I remember doing impressions as a teenager that my classmates often found amusing. Humour has always helped me, since I can be shy and/or socially awkward in certain situations. I’m not the happy-go-lucky type; I am a melancholic; I can be a downer. But with humour I can light up and forget about that. I spent years in the 80s through to the 90s pursuing stand-up comedy, longer than was necessary. Yet I continued, I liked the ‘attention’. It was during that particular time in my life that I morphed into a performance/writer/artist.

What are the pitfalls in writing humour? 
First of all, I think writing humour comes more naturally to me than having to write something serious. I’m better off writing fiction, it will always be funnier. If I try to write about the everyday, it will most likely turn into a bore. I’m not sure I could openly write about real people either, I don’t think I’m brave enough to satirise celebrities in the way that a comic, such as Sandra Bernhard, Kathy Griffin or Joan Rivers, does. I don’t think I could deal with the highly negative feedback.

Talking of feedback, what has been the overall response to Hideous Exuberance? How do you deal with heavy-handed criticism? 
I’ve received some vaguely favourable reviews, although nothing that could be called high profile. I think some of my closer friends didn’t get it. One friend told me it was too haphazardly assembled and by the time she became interested in something the narrative would veer off in a completely different direction. But of course, that was my intent. Another friend, who I consider a modern day beatnik, offered minimal commentary which surprised me, since her initial reaction to the book was very positive. I think your review was probably the best one I have received, there’s only one other who nailed the underlying philosophy as you did. So, I guess all in all I would qualify the reaction toHideous Exuberance as polarised.

Do you keep an ideal reader in mind when you write?
No, I don’t think I know who I’m writing for. I don’t know if that’s necessary. When writing, I think the most important thing is trust one’s intuition.

You’ve lived in New York for most of your life and parts of Hideous Exuberance is set there. Is the city an artistic inspiration?
Most of the book is set in New York State, yes but not New York City. For instance, Gothra Schvulkopf is often in New York City, but not always. ‘Cindy Cipro’ is set entirely in New York City. Some settings/locations of the stories are never referred to. When I wrote it, I pictured the narrator of “A Letter from June Cleaver to William S. Burroughs” in the house of one of my neighbours when I was growing up. She’s standing in front of the kitchen sink, looking out the window at her backyard. So technically, although she could be anywhere, she is also in New York State. As for New York being an inspiration, I’ve always had this love-hate – or even hate-hate – relationship with this city. I’m not happy with how it’s changed, especially in the last 10 years. I’ve recently been questioning whether I want to spend the rest of my life here. Much more than New York, I tend to find other artists, wherever they come from, to be inspiring.

What really motivates you as a performer/artist/writer?
First of all, I’d say recognition although I’ve received very little of that. I’d never say money, because my writing is extremely niche and non-commercial, the opposite of a bestseller. The joy of creation, for the sake of creation, can be very satisfying. I think it’s important for an artist to know how to entertain himself, and by doing that, he can entertain others. I’ve always been aware of my creative voice and its need to be exercised. Now that I’ve reached middle age, with a newfound, visceral understanding of my imminent mortality, I’d like to keep producing work–written and/or visual–for the rest of my time on the planet. Whether that translates into critical and/or financial success is out of my hands.

And lastly, could you tell me a little bit about your forthcoming project?
That I would like to remain for the most part a mystery. I’d rather that the baby be given more time to gestate. Nonetheless, I expect it will pick up and continue from whereHideous Exuberance left off. Parts of the new project will be made up from scratch and part will be based on my own experiences, tone will also be slightly more modulated. I want it to be experimental and surreal but also little more accessible, as long as that can be achieved without compromising my vision.

Hideous Exuberance is available from Amazon
Stephen C. Bird at Good Reads

 

03/14/2013
Just Do Art!

Just Do Art!

March 14, 2013 | Filed under: Arts | Posted by: The Villager

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Friends of the exquisitely damaged Steve Bird share stage time with the author, on March 16.

BY SCOTT STIFFLER  |  THE HIDEOUSLY EXUBERANT CATASTROPHICALLY CONSEQUENTIAL BOOK PARTY He’s not likely to get booked at a two-drink-minimum, brick wall and mic, punchline-happy stand-up comedy club anytime soon. But if he were, Steve Bird would be that guy who compels other hungry comics (hacks and geniuses alike) to drop what they’re doing, hang on his every word and wonder what accident of nature gave him such a disproportionate capacity to mash absurdity, evil, wonder and a faint dash of hope into such a pulpy, addictive cocktail. No need to wait for that theoretical booking at Pete’s Chuckle Cave on Route 1— Bird’s put it all down on paper, for the ages. “The Hideously Exuberant Catastrophically Consequential Book Party” is described by the author as a “Psych Ward Talent Show” with “mingling for the socially awkward and inept.” Bird will read excerpts from “Hideous Exuberance” and serve as emcee, as he introduces performances from other troubled souls you really should get to know: Angry Bob, Audrey Crabtree, Jim Melloan, Brer Brian, Burt Napkins, Maureen Kelly Nolan, Big Mike “Aloysius” Logan, Mike Raphone and Jeff Nichols.

FREE. Sat., March 16, from 7-10pm. At 292 Gallery (292 East Third St., btw. Aves. C & D). Wine and beverages will be served. Cash only purchase: “Catastrophically Consequential” for $9 and “Hideous Exuberance” for $10 — or both for $10. Content from the books can be found on Amazon, Goodreads.com and Facebook.

07/31/2010
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Hideous Exuberance
Stephen C. Bird
Vox Pop Publishing

So you’re not a sappy novella lover or into cheap thrill novels either—you prefer ranting lunacy. You’re more of the William S. Burroughs meets perverted language times one hundred narrated by the criminally insane. If this sounds like your fit, then dive into the disturbed head of Steve Bird and go for an intoxicating and disgusting journey through Hideous Exuberance. The book is structured as a chain of bizarre character portraits of surreal specimens with names like Alison Sh-tbox and Gondolphus Clownhouse. More than one of these characters embraces “German sh-t porn” and eats “hot brown poo pie.” Despite its crude outward appearance, Hideous Exuberance is a moral work proposing a damning portrait of humanity, worthwhile life lessons notwithstanding.

Formats
Paperback Book Details
  • 01/2013
  • 9780615581705
  • 212 pages
  • $10.00
Ebook Details
  • 11/2013
  • 0615581706 B00BL86Y7S
  • 222 pages
  • $0.77
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