Sometimes readings and other live lit events are a real snoozefest. Maybe the reader goes on for too long or seems too enraptured by her/his own writing or imbues the performance with about as much energy and inflection as Ben Stein in Ferris Bueller's Day Off. Not so with Chicago writer Lindsay Hunter, who arrived at her particular reading style—brisk and twangy and almost aggressively rhythmic—shortly after cofounding the live lit series Quickies, which is on hiatus. When I interviewed her earlier this year (her flash fiction collection, Don't Kiss Me, had just been released by FSG Originals), she explained that she used to resist this style, telling herself, You're not going to do that stupid voice again; you're gonna read it like a normal person! Now it's her calling card. "I guess I want people to hear me and understand where I'm coming from,” she said.
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