Some of you may remember we linked to this short story, Mason and The Man, by Darby Larson the other day. Since then Chris and I have been cyber-stalking the boy to see what else he has done. The answer is quite a lot and some pretty weirdly interesting stuff too, for someone so clean-cut. These searches also take you to some kewel online lit journals.

Here we have a date with a great white shark, and here suffer total sensory deprivation to discover Estelle. Here he deals with loud people and here someone gets cut in half by a TV salesman. After all that we take a Beautiful Shit. Here he discovers the Eggerhead flower:

An Eggerhead is a flower that blooms from sidewalk cracks around the San Francisco area. They look exactly like a miniature Dave Eggers with a ring of pink petals around his neck. They have little Dave Eggers arms and legs. They say things one might expect Dave Eggers to say.

His web site is here and he does an interview here, with some thoughts on flash fiction (that a story should either be 1000 words or less or 100,000 words).

"Darby Larson" is also an improper noun, apparently:

Darby Larson n. An ideal that serves as a pattern; an archetype. ("My father is the Darby Larson of sophistication.")

We at NZBC like Darby Larson. Perhaps we like him a bit too much ...

Meanwhile, Picador is doing its bit to revive the short story.