My name is Chris Malloy, and I'm a writer. I have written stories about foraging in the Sonoran Desert and chasing a girl up and down Italy, about photography and an old future city, Mexican barbecue and an $8.50 American tragedy.
My writing style is different. 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 work. 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. Video Games. Nature writers like Thoreau and Annie Dillard.
I research my stories as deeply as I can. That may mean heading into the desert at sunrise to pick wolfberries, or learning the thermodynamics of an offset smoker.
My hope is to rise to the challenge the word faces in the digital age. My hope is to tell stories with vivid scenes, style, and fire. My hope is that you'll follow along as I try.