Gabriel writes stories, produces creative content for Little Passports, and pretends to be other people in front of cameras. His writing has won various awards, including the 2012 Elizabeth Mills Crothers Prize, a 2012 H. W. Hill Prize, and a 2011 Yoshiko Uchida Prize nomination.
IN PROGRESS
Gabriel is currently working on a number of projects, including his first novel for young readers, a children's book about monsters, and a short story featuring a renegade pomegranate tree, which Aimee Bender thinks is an excellent idea (she told him so via email and he hasn't stopped bragging about it since).
LINKS
Read "Wild Words"
Browse Gabriel's Acting Resume
Learn More about Little Passports
I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can’t stop them. They leave me and I love them more.
SUBMISSION: Piles of harvested salt in Saline Valley, CA. 1912 or 1913.
The winner takes it all… Awards Season 2012
Just finished an odd short short that celebrates/makes fun of Meryl Streep. I can’t think of a single lit mag that would take it. It’s that odd.
Ann Patchett is in town for a few events, so she stopped by the office to sign some Bel Canto paperbacks (which you can enter to win here) and State of Wonder posters for indie booksellers.
Really, Harper? Is it your new job to make me jealous? Is that why you started this tumblr?
On my desk: white galleys for Louise Erdrich’s The Round House.
Great, Harper. Now I have to re-read The Plague of Doves just to appease my jealousy. (Or, you know, if you happen to be looking for a copy editor…What’s that? You’re a major publisher? You already employ copy editors? Oh, alright. Okay then. I’ll wait.)
When I write, I feel like an armless, legless man with a crayon in his mouth.
Let me underscore the obvious here: Reading fiction is important. It is a vital means of imagining a life other than our own, which in turn makes us more empathetic beings. Following complex story lines stretches our brains beyond the 140 characters of sound-bite thinking, and staying within the world of a novel gives us the ability to be quiet and alone, two skills that are disappearing faster than the polar icecaps. … The Pulitzer Prize is our best chance as writers and readers and booksellers to celebrate fiction. This was the year we all lost.
Ann Patchett, on the no-prize fiction Pulitzer in “And the Winner Isn’t” (via irisblasi)
Great article, though the suggestion of the Pulitzer Prize adopting a more Oscar-y stance is debatable. I’m on both sides of the debate, but it’s a debate nonetheless.
Okay, new plan: I will open an auto shop in LA with my son, who will build a cardboard arcade.
My company Sprinkle Lab recently produced this commercial for Everyme.
Nailed it.
I would like to meet Joel Stein, and kindly kick him in the teeth. No, don’t worry—it wouldn’t be aggressive or rude or offensive, or any of the things in-the-teeth-kicking usually are. I would kick in the name of satire, just like Joel is doing here, according to some people. (He’s not, by the way. He’s just not.)
Every paragraph comes back with a different author, but I’m not complaining. Click here to get an inconsequential-yet-amusing analysis of your writing.