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They do not! The 2009 anthology of Deep Madder Monthly is finally completed and ready for distribution. Rejoice!

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telling Autofill

I was writing an e-mail just now. I started to type the subject/title with the letter F, at which point the auto-fill function proposed the word “Fuck.” I suppose I've begun one e-mail too many with said subject, not unlike my co-editor (who, coincidentally, noted this recently). This incident demonstrates how common this subject is in e-mails between us.

The Christening of D.M.

I just discovered the instant messaging transmission between myself and Christopher from 16 January 2007 in which the name Deep Madder was decided on (in which “Valley Man” is my inexplicable I.M. pseudonym [Remember: We were only 22 years old]).
Valley Man says: (1:55:38 PM)
hey i was using some pastels last night, and i noticed one colour called Deep Madder / and that was one of the best sounding names ever. / so i wanna make a band called that, or a record label or something
Chris says: (1:56:01 PM)
ha, yeah, seriously. it reminds me of alice through the looking glass or whatever / maybe we should name our record label that
Valley Man says: (1:56:21 PM)
i agree / plus, it sounds like Deep Matter, but with a twist of 'madness'. not to mention it makes me think of 'murder'. ha, maybe it's too dark / plus, the pastel colour was red
[. . .]
Chris says: (1:57:54 PM)
yeah, i think we should name our label that
Valley Man says: (1:58:01 PM)
yeah me too. great / plus, i wanted our label name to be three syllables, so it's great.
Chris says: (1:58:35 PM)
yeah, I really like that name actually. it's perfect.

Early Hints of the D.M. Anthology Aesthetic

“holy shite, imagine finishing a short story/tiny novel? hopefully i'll at least do a few of those someday, if not write novels. fuck, that would be amazing.[ ]not to mention publishing!! i'd make a black cover, and print it all on brown recycled paper, and the cover would be plainer than hell itself[. ]with no fancy photos or any shit like that which is so popular these days[. ]plus, i'd have no copyright symbol inside. i can't wait”
-A. Arvelo McQuaig, sent in an instant messaging conversation with C. Hubbarde on 4 September 2006 at 3:13 a.m.

A sneak peek...

















...into the Deep Madder Monthly creation process. Perhaps this can tide our readers over until the oft-delayed November and December issues are finally released.

Nick Mount on Waiting for Godot

“That's how it is on this bitch of an earth.”
-Pozzo in Waiting for Godot
As mentioned in the July issue of Deep Madder Monthly, Beckett's Waiting for Godot is a play that captures the Deep Madder sentiment like very few other things in the world. Here is a lecture on the play given by Nick Mount, presented by the venerable TVO. Mount is one of my favourite professors at University of Toronto, and he gives a very apposite, almost Deep Madderian description of the emotional climate presented by said play. Please at least watch the initial anecdote, like ten minutes or something. It's really interesting.

Two new issues

We are both pleased and embarrassed to announce that the July and August issues of Deep Madder Monthly are finally completed and on the verge of being mailed out. You will likely not receive them until sometime next week, however, given that Friday is a statutory holiday. But at least you'll then have a suitable companion for your post-Christmas blues.

We are currently working on the September and October issues, which can hopefully be completed within a week or so. We'd ideally like to get completely caught up before the end of the year, and have the 2009 Anthologies available some time in January.

And finally, we'd be remiss if we did not mention that many of these updates are posted to our Twitter account before anywhere else.