Hey, Space Needle, you think you’re towering? You ain’t seen nothing. We Monsters of the Midwest are going to **literary reference alert** throw a Buick at you. You think you’re observation central? We’re going to **here’s another one** outgaze you into the abyss. You think you’re where the party starts, Seattle-wise? Wrongers. It starts at Unicorn (well, technically at Narwhal, which is, confusingly, inside Unicorn). At least, it will when Cincinnati Review, Mid-American Review, and Ninth Letter hit your burg in February like a belletristic battering ram. Like an erudite Godzilla. Like a supervillain who’s really good at Scrabble—and also from the Midwest. AWP is approaching, O pointy one, and come Thursday, February 27, you’re going to be shaking in your . . . girders or rivets or something else metal. That, or wishing you could hear a really awesome reading by really awesome readers whose names will be announced when we figure out who they are. Space Needle, have you ever noticed how you kind of look like a big unicorn horn with a fried ginger and jalapeno pork ball stuck on the tip? Maybe that’s where the kitchen types at Unicorn got the idea. For the pork balls. Which sound good if you eat meat, but even if you don’t, there are lots of other bizarrely yummy sounding food options and day-glo **we made that up, but it would be pretty cool** drinks called things like the Shay Shay Mar Mar and the Gavin MacLeod. Space Needle, this whole direct-address business is getting sort of strained, but if you wanted to make sure to attend this powerfully cute event, you’d mark your calendar now and write 6:30 to 8:30 under AWP/MONSTERS. And under that, in smaller print, check blog later for more details.
