anthony veasna so

I just received my copy of the new n+1 collection, saw his name, and was ruefully reminded of how fucked up it is that we lost him so early

Something since this?

Songs on Endless Repeat: Essays and Outtakes (December 5, 2023) ISBN 0063049961

oh, you mean one of his in a new n+1, not a new collection of his own, right?

From Are You There, God? What Are You Reading In The Summer Of 2021?

Now in the homestretch of Afterparties, debut of Anthony Veasna, b. 1992, d. Dec. 2020: 258 pages of short stories, so far hitting me like My Brilliant Friend and few other contemporary things I can think of: rowdy and resplendent and tragicomic and endlessly resourceful, with the excitement of language cruising ghosty dusty Cali "Cambo" life and lives: even-especially when you think you know the kind of thing that will happen and not happen around the next corner, here are more drive-by insights---they seem that right, so far from my own experiences and yet not: pain and pleasure and success and failure as art pop narcotic that leaves you with whatever keys you wake up with this time.
May try to say something more analytical later, but so far it's hard to believe he already did all this, and is already gone.
dow, Friday, August 27, 2021

Veasna SO, dammit (was in original post, which I tried to clean up a little--)

oh yeah, right after that, on same WAYR?:

Also a characteristic memoirstic in recent Fiction Issue of The New Yorker, so I hope that means there will be at least one more collection.

― dow, Friday, August 27, 2021