My name is Chris Malloy, and I'm a writer. I have written stories about foraging in the Sonoran Desert and chasing a girl in a citadel town in Umbria, about photography and an old future city, about Mexican barbecue and an $8.50 American tragedy.
My writing style is unusual. I don't want to be an armchair writer who lives in the blue glow of a computer screen. I don't have much of an interest in writing stories the way they have been before.
Influences from across borders and time shape my style. Greek and Roman classics. The American fiction titans of the 1930s, 1940s, and 1950s. The non-fiction trailblazers of the 1960s and 1970s. Leopardi and later the Italian hermetic poets. Jam bands. Seascapes. Nature writers like Thoreau and Annie Dillard. Video games. Pasta. The girl from the Iron Age town. All these things shape how and why I write.
I research my stories exhaustively. That means heading into the desert at sunrise to pick wolfberries, or learning about the thermodynamics of an offset smoker, or checking out 10 library books on Somalia.
My hope is to rise to the challenge the written word faces in our 140-character age. My hope is to tell stories with immersive scenes, unique style, and classical fire.
My hope, too, is that you'll follow along as I try.