Megan Boyle

Liveblog

In 2013, Megan Boyle was unhappy with the life she was living and wanted to document it on the internet for an audience. Her hope was that if she documented each thought and action on the internet, then she would begin to behave in a manner more appropriate to the life she wanted to live. She needed a judge and a jury to see her crimes and non-crimes, her actions and thoughts, and her life. The results are an illuminating text of great length with poetic insight on every page. It is a reading experience that leaves a little bit of Megan Boyle inside of you long after you have finished reading it. This is akin to Karl Ove Knausgard’s My Struggle and David Foster Wallace’s Infinite Jest, yet totally different and new—and it is a book of daring length. Drugs, love, home, parents, friends, life, death, work, and the internet. Liveblog is an historical text, extremely unique and shockingly human.
Megan Boyle
Megan Boyle (b. October 15, 1985) lives in Baltimore, Maryland. She is the author of selected unpublished blog posts of a mexican panda express employee (Muumuu House, 2011, poetry) and Liveblog (Tyrant Books, 2018). Her Vice column, “Boyle’s Brain’s,” ran on the magazine’s website from 2011-2013. Other works by Boyle appear in various places online and print and have been translated to Spanish. 

Other Books by this Author

Poetry. Megan Boyle’s debut poetry collection is at once confessional, sociological, emotional, detached, funny, sad, delightful, reckless, and meditative. Written in the naturally meticulous, defaultedly complex, always affecting voice of a person too imaginative and self-aware and intelligent to be fully consumed by depression and loneliness but too aware of the meaninglessness and ephemeral nature of existence (and too depressed and lonely) to write on any level but an existential, emotionally-driven, unsimplified one, Megan Boyle’s debut poetry collection is the rare work of art that conveys troubling and scary information, undiluted, about humans and the universe but in a way, ultimately, that makes you excited to be alive, eager to be troubled and scared, grateful to simply be here.

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