What Is Pop Fiction?

WHY do we have “Pop Lit” in our name? What’s that about? Isn’t anything pop scorned right now? (In truth, isn’t it because most well-hyped pop music at the moment is corporate-produced generically-imagined garbage?)

The great thing about the word “pop” is it has several meanings depending upon context. Popular. Populist (with a political edge). Pop Art in the Andy Warhol sense.

At its most basic, pop means fun. A word which seems to have been chased out of today’s literary scene in our time of snobby profs and conformist critics to whom writing is synonymous with “work”– meaning, a serious drudge, images of stony-faced monks or mandarins behind thick walls forcing themselves through “difficult” writing– the most dull and inaccessible examples possible. (Think Virginia Woolf staring monotonously at lighthouses.)

“Let’s be serious, people. Art isn’t supposed to be fun!!!”

ANYWAY, today we have a short sci-fi tale about creatures from outer space: “Quest of the Globules” by John Haymaker. A colorful story which is fun, and maybe a quick commentary on our crazy society besides. By the end of it, you might be saying, “We want the Globules!” We hope you enjoy reading it.

A vibrant sound had reached Globiliad, a planet 10 billion trillion light years from Earth and inhabited by a highly evolved alien species known as Globules. Their commander, General Nimble, organized a quest to locate the sounds’ source. His assembled forces, a brigade of multicolored Globules the exact size of tennis balls, streaked across space fleet as a comet’s tail. . .

The Importance of History

Feature

“The past is never dead. It’s not even past.”
-William Faulkner

Meaning: Life consists of ongoing narrative threads, like musical motifs in a vast symphony.

ONE of our themes as a literary project is the relationship of American writing to American history. That nothing exists in a vacuum. That art is an expression of time and place, that it springs from the roots of a culture and represents the authentic voice of a people. Culture is not simply a dry artifact preserved in a jar and imposed by snobby profs in high-brow universities. It belongs to all of us.

As our new feature, we present a slice of American history ably written by J.B. Stevens: “The Marshal.” History come alive, in front of our eyes.

The War for Independence was a test of will, and he had passed. Unfortunately, there was a price, the foul dreams never relented. Musket balls passed nightly, and he woke in a sweat. He paid it no mind—his impacted British flesh, and the redcoats always missed, and the morning always came.

Fall Fiction!

Pop Lit Fiction

What’s happening out in the world?

As opposed to, say, in stray literary areas of gentrified New York, where what’s happening among a self-absorbed media elite seems to be an article in Harper’s magazine about, er, self-absorption.

We say, enough! Time for writers to not be as insular as an AI chatbot, but to become interested in other people. To plunge into real-world human experience– the one edge we have over our new programmed, computer-generated competitors– then write about it. As Jeff Nazzaro does in our excellent new feature short story, “Of Music and Men.” All it does is capture our prime goal as a literary site: to present humanity and reality. Isn’t that what art has always been about?

Up here over the South LA freeways, it’s hazy and cool. I stop and let the dirty air wash over me, then I see a man come up the steps, stop at the top, turn, and take a seat one step down from the platform. My friend from the train? I can’t see his face, but no, I don’t think it’s him. And what difference would it make? I walk over to get a closer look. He wears dark pants and a gray hoodie, the hood pulled up and drawn tight. He’s hunched over on the top step, sobbing.

New Literary Criticism

Opinion

Don’t kid yourself. We’re not living in a golden age of literary criticism, as a few scribbling souls clinging desperately to their crumbling status would have you believe. Criticism exists in a symbiotic relationship with the art form it addresses. You can’t have a golden age of criticism without a golden age of the art.

There was once a golden age of rock/pop criticism, centered on magazines like Creem, Crawdaddy and Rolling Stone and featuring critics Lester Bangs, Dave Marsh, Greil Marcus and others. They were a big part of how rock/pop bands were promoted into the 1980’s and 90’s, through liner notes and kick-ass reviews in publications both underground and established, from writers excited by musicians and their work– and the music in that era was indeed exciting. With much emphasis on “The New,” and in response the art remained in a state of perpetual change.

TARGETING A NEW AUDIENCE

What should be the audience for books and literature? ANSWER: Those who can read, who often do read but aren’t reading fiction or poetry.

The role of the literary critic is to get people reading. To create and grow an audience. To create buzz, contention, disagreement and enthusiasm. To let the world know: “Hey, we’re out here! Check us out.” Then not bore or perplex those readers who do.

WHAT WE’RE AFTER

We’re not looking for rigorous criticism of the microscopic for-nerds-only variety, but short reviews: analysis that’s punchy and striking. Occasionally over-the-top. Maybe once in a while, way over-the-top. What’s the actual purpose of arts criticism? To provide jobs or dissertation subjects for professors in universities? NO!! It’s to explain/promote/draw attention to the underlying art. To make sure that especial art matters to the world-at-large.

As we discuss in a new post at our Fast Pop Lit site.

The literary art has been so marginalized in our culture that every aspect of it is, or should be, up for evaluation and change. Which is what the New Pop Lit project is about.

Living In the Actual World

Pop Lit Fiction

RECENTLY I read an article about famed film director Stanley Kubrick’s “cool precision.” Not long after, I read about the conflicts Kubrick had with actor Marlon Brando during the filming of the 1961 Western, “One-Eyed Jacks,” which resulted in Stanley Kubrick leaving and Brando taking over as director of the project. Which started me thinking about approaches to writing, and to art in general.

Kubrick, like Hitchcock, Spielberg, and other well-known movie auteurs, was a control freak who saw every shot beforehand, down to the actor’s lines and expression, in his head. Brando wanted a more spontaneous, instinctive approach. We have no idea how Stanley Kubrick’s version of the film would’ve turned out– but we do know that Brando pulled career-best performances from the cast, from Karl Malden, Pina Pellicer, Ben Johnson, Slim Pickens and others, by not asking them to follow perfectly the script, but instead to bring something of themselves to their roles. My thought: That in this robotic age, perhaps in literature as well as in cinema, we need to emphasize the human aspect of life and art.

Which brings us to our new feature, “The Wrong Crowd” by Lyn Michele Stevens. Focus is on the humanity of the two characters, who appear to us as characters, in both senses of the word. Fully-rounded, flawed, real, with back stories which reveal how they came to this point in life. Distinctive, all-too-human personalities which pop out to us from the page. Maybe just a little out of control, not following perfectly an intended script. -KW

Sex aside, the rush of freedom was exhilarating. Everything was a dare. Allie landed a job as a receptionist. Pete played open mics all over town. High on weed and booze, they went to concerts on the pier, museums, the zoo. Anything for free. A year later her body turned on itself. Bladder dysfunction, numbness in her legs. The vertigo was the worst, this wild pulsating city spinning out of control. Pete stayed on, blending protein shakes and snorting coke laced with speed but once she started using the chair because her balance was so unpredictable, the disease took over life.

The Best The Best The Best

Announcement

OUR NOMINATIONS FOR 2026 BEST OF THE NET

AT THE MOMENT we’re strictly an on-line project, at least until we get our art printer fixed and begin cranking out print publications again. Which means the best location for nominating writing we’ve published is Best of the Net. SO: we nominated some of the work we’ve run, by some of the de facto if not de jure very best writers out there. You can read about which writers, and which writings– two stories and six poems– at an announcement at our underutilized News blog.

THE TWO STORIES: Both are excellent reads which stress our humanity– so necessary in this time of AI, of the diminishing value given to human needs and uniqueness.

THE SIX POEMS: All exhibit from their authors a way with words, with sound, yet are simultaneously visual. The poems project penumbras of meaning while capturing the vibe of NOW.

All eight nominees are well worth rereading.

End of Summer 2025

Pop Lit Fiction

LATE SUMMER! Post-Labor Day. A time of earlier sunsets, cooling nights, and poignant melancholy accompanying the end of summer’s carefree days. A time of change, wistfulness, memories.

Our new feature short story, “Big Lagoon” by Thomas Thonson is a tale about summer experiences and memories, of present merging with past– with persons from the past– an artistic blend of setting and personality, of experience that jumps out at you. With a hint of a surprise which calls into question our narrator, or at minimum, our opinion of him. Or a taste of another dimension. An example of what the fictional literary art can accomplish when all elements work harmoniously together.

A summer story. But is it the best short story of this 2025 summer? We think so!

Going out in that storm was the kind of idea only Marcel would’ve come up with. He was the daredevil, and I was his willing accomplice. He was also a talker––a voluminous, non-stop, wildly imaginative talker. His words could fill you with a sense of expectation, of worlds you hadn’t even dreamed of.

(ALSO stay up to date with everything happening at our Fast Pop Lit site, where everything happens fast, and will get faster.)

Men and Women

Pop Lit Fiction

IN OUR CURRENT social media-dominated environment, there’s much talk throughout the culture about the widening divide between men and women, their minds more-and-more running at cross purposes. On different communication wavelengths. Generated in part by political differences and different perceived individual needs.

Into this maelstrom of disconnection we drop an excellent new feature story, “On the Dance Floor” by Leah Browning, which through the art of fiction artfully and subtly addresses the question– leaving at the end a small ray of optimism? That’s for you the reader to judge.

At dinner one night, listening to his girlfriend ramble endlessly about some reality show nonsense, not even bothering to swallow a mouthful of food before she went on about this drivel, he made the decision, as he had many times before, to break it off with her.

Summer Happenings

Announcement

WHAT’S HAPPENING at New Pop Lit?

We have a somewhat more relaxed posting schedule this summer, of features anyway, as we reassess this project and examine moves toward possible cultural and artistic breakthrough, as discussed in this post at our infrequently used News blog.

That said, we do have several amazing feature short stories upcoming, beginning in August, and a basketful of ideas to try out at our Fast Pop Lit site.

Don’t go anywhere. . .

Poetry of NOW

Poetry

WE’VE HEARD of shock therapy, and “Shock of the New.” What about shock poetry? Or at least, Poetry NOW?

Meaning, ways of approaching current events in a more unstructured fashion; in so doing, expressing the truth of a matter better than long think pieces. Our new featured poetry, “On the Killing of Brian Thompson and the Coronation of Luigi Mangione” by Bud Sturguess, is an example of the examination of news through art– distilled through art– containing resonances of past and present accused/villains turned into celebrities, as well as our society’s all-encompassing media landscape. Echoes of influences we carry inescapably with us at all times.

Read the poem and see what you think!

I saw Mr. Oswald (or someone who stole his face)
Mr. Guiteau, a slew of Proud Boys,
defenders of such and such a race,
and the fellow who shot Spencer Percival
(I was embarrassed to forget his name)
There was even a scruffy fellow I knew as Joe
(of “Hey Joe” fame)
and true to lore, in his hand he held a gun