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Want a little Sugar in your Junk?

Posted in editor's corner with tags , , , , , , , , on June 9, 2011 by Editors

Junk loves “Dear Sugar,” an advice column published every Thursday in The Rumpus. We love “Dear Sugar” because it is well-written, funny, raunchy, and it often makes us cry. Sugar charms us with her confidence. She woos us with eff bombs tossed into the same sentences as endearments such as “dearie” and “sweetpea.” But we love her the most when she cops to her personal junk, telling us stories about her life in order to connect with us. Her stories inform her perspective, and more than any other single variable, perspective is what gives “Dear Sugar” its punch. That’s when the sparks really fly.

And we’re not the only ones who think so.

Recently, “Dear Sugar” appeared in The Sun literary magazine. In the June 2011 edition, The Sun published a compilation of four of Sugar’s columns from The Rumpus as a stand-alone essay. Talk about art meeting life!

Sugar is a pseudonym, the author’s identity a closely guarded secret. But we know that she’s married with two kids, has had sex with both men and women, done heroin, suffered abuse from her father, worked as a counselor with at-risk youth, and that she writes “like a motherfucker.” Her writing reveals her to be ageless: youthful in her indiscretions, ancient in her wisdom.

Meanwhile, Sugar is at work on a book-length memoir under her real name, which may mean that very soon, the identity of Sugar will be revealed to her many admirers. At Junk, we are excited to read her memoir, but, frankly, we’re just as eager to read next Thursday’s column, because even though her identity is currently protected with Guantanamo Bay level security (and her identity interests us just as much as the next reader), we believe Sugar tells us everything we really need to know about herself in her weekly column.

Want a little Sugar with your Junk? Read more here.

New Junk Essay: Detox by Barry Grass

Posted in journal updates with tags , , , , , , on January 20, 2011 by Tim Elhajj

We have something really special this month from Barry Grass.

When we began discussing what we wanted from Junk, what sort of themes it ought to tackle, the editorial staff here in the lofty heights of Junk Headquarters had hoped to offer readers something different. Something about addiction you can’t find anywhere else. So when Barry’s lyrical essay showed up in our inbox, we were pleased. And there was much rejoicing. You think addiction is all about the addict, but that’s just not true. Never was. Like a pebble tossed into the lake, like a crack in windshield, addiction races outward, in ever increasing circles and fissures.

From the point of view of the virtuous professionals that keep the wheels turning in Detox, this month’s story opens our Winter 2011 issue.

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