Saturday, April 21, 2007

Authors & Their Assholes: Day 6

Elizabeth Crane is the author of two critically-acclaimed collections of short stories, When the Messenger Is Hot and All This Heavenly Glory, both published by Little Brown. She's also a regular contributor to Writer's Block Party on WBEZ Chicago, and a columnist for Punk Planet magazine. Her third collection of stories, You Must Be This Happy to Enter, will be released by Punk Planet Books in Fall 2007.

And this is what her asshole looks like:



Elizabeth took an arts-and-crafts approach to rendering her asshole. As she explains, her piece is "embroidery made with fine thread, to represent (my asshole's) precious and delicate nature. It took a couple of hours. As you will see, my asshole has wings and a halo, and is encased in a golden frame, as would any great work of art."

The slightly illegible title reads: My Asshole! Is Awesome! And Great! "I think the title makes the meaning fairly clear," she says. One would hope that her asshole, despite its halo-and-wings combo, isn't intending to descend to heaven anytime soon. But if we can agree on nothing else, it's that her asshole, like her stories, Is Awesome! And Great!

(To visit Day Seven, go here.)

7 comments:

Amy Guth said...

HAHAHAHA! I think I have a new hero. All hail thee, needle maven Elizabeth Crane!

Elizabeth Crane said...

Aw, thanks Amy!

N.B. Goldstein said...

Beautiful! Does Elizabeth do hats, too? Lovely rendering!

Nola Summers said...

I have been visiting the gallery everyday -- I love it. The angel wing one today is great. I was originally going to do mine with wings ... so seeing another one ... and not to discredit those who find lost family ... was like looking out in a sea of unknown assholes and finding one that you can relate to ... very comforting:)

Justin said...

oh... my... god...

Eric Spitznagel said...

The comments alone have made curating this gallery worth the trouble. Nola's "sea of unknown assholes" remark is both touching and full of vivid (perhaps too vivid) imagery. And N.B., I must ask for clarification. Are you looking for Elizabeth to design you a hat, or specifically an asshole hat? If so, where could one possibly wear such a thing without having to answer a lot of very awkward questions?

Jen Burke said...

My grandma never did needlepoint like that!

I'd love that on a pillow.

March of 2009 (in which I recount my adventures in New York with an old man doll), February of 2009 (in which I learn that Bigfoot, at least when it comes to gangbang etiquette, is exceedingly polite), January of 2009 (in which I insist that it's really nobody's business whether the Dame's cervical mucus is clear and slippery), November of 2008 (in which I read my grandfather's old love letters and learn that he was a dirty, dirty boy), October of 2008 (in which I discuss food, Burger Chef and moonshine), Summer of 2008 (in which I barely write anything at all, much to the consternation of very few), April of 2008 (in which I confess my creepy attraction to ventriloquism), March of 2008 (in which I say a little too much about the genital grooming of Disney princesses),February of 2008 (in which I fabricate my family history), January of 2008 (in which I learn that baby nudity is okay in moderation), November of 2007 (in which I explain why it's difficult to fit more than a few dozen dead dogs in a '74 Honda Civic), October of 2007 (in which I opt against digging up my grandfather's ashes), September of 2007 (in which I discover that I don't have a rickshaw business), August of 2007 (in which I learn to love, and then hate, and then love, and then hate commas), July of 2007 (in which I try to make it perfectly clear why you should never ask a girlfriend to dress like a slutty Lisa Simpson), June of 2007 (in which I discuss how Gene Simmons led to my introduction to female anatomy), May of 2007 (in which I explain why my life might be more fullfilled than yours because I've driven a car into a swamp), April of 2007 (in which I somehow convince a lot of authors to draw pictures of their own assholes), March of 2007 (in which I learn why eating an entire box of Boo-Berry cereal and then streaking may not be the best idea), February of 2007 (in which I talk about, in no particular order, Ron Jeremy, waterbeds, and Hitler's mustache), January of 2007 (in which I rant angrily about dolphin gang rape), the entirety of 2006 (in which I learn how to have fun at my father's funeral, talk about pirates with Will Oldham, and compare wine to hobo balls),