Sequoia Nagamatsu

Lakeville, MN

Author's Bio

Sequoia Nagamatsu is the author of the Japanese folklore inspired collection of short stories, Where We Go When All We Were Is Gone (Black Lawrence Press). His stories have appeared or are forthcoming in journals such as Conjunctions, ZYZZYVA, The Fairy Tale Review, and Black Warrior Review. He co-edits Psychopomp Magazine, an online quarterly dedicated to innovative prose (http://psychopompmag.com) and is an assistant professor at St. Olaf College. He is currently working on a second story collection and a novel.

Publications and Prizes

Books: 
Where We Go When All We Were Is Gone
(Black Lawrence Press, 2016)
Anthologies: 
One World: A Global Anthology of Short Stories
(New Internationalist, 2009)
Journals: 
Bat City Review, Bellevue Literary Review, Black Warrior Review, Conjunctions, Copper Nickel, Elimae, Fairy Tale Review, Florida Review, Gargoyle Magazine, Green Mountains Review, Hobart, Monkeybicycle, New Delta Review, Puerto del Sol, Redivider, West Branch, Willow Springs, Zyzzyva
Prizes Won: 
Foreword Reviews Indies Book of the Year Award Silver Medal 2017, Copper Nickel Editors' Prize for Prose, Finalist, 2012 Cutbank Chapbook Contest Finalist 2012 Jaimy Gordon Fiction Prize (Third Coast) Semi-Finalist, 2012 Black River Chapbook Contest, Black Lawrence Press

Personal Favorites

What I'm Reading Now: 
Fen by Daisy Johnson
Favorite Books: 
2666 (Bolano), Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World (Murakami), Girl in Landscape (Lethem), Cosmicomics (Calvino)
Favorite Authors: 
Italo Calvino, Jonathan Lethem, Haruki Murakami, Brian Evenson, Lance Olson, Ron Currie, Etgar Keret, Kelly Link, Kevin Brockmeier, Stacey Richter, Pinckney Benedict, JG Ballard

More Information

Listed as: 
Fiction Writer
Gives readings: 
Yes
Travels for readings: 
Yes
Identifies as: 
Asian American
Prefers to work with: 
Any
Fluent in: 
English
Raised in: 
CA
work_excerpt: 
(From novel-in-progress, Girl Zero) As I walked in the darkness, hot air balloon sized orbs filled with images appeared, blowing through space like dandelions. Moments of her life, of lives of people I have never met. I placed my hand on the memory of my mother building a sandcastle with Seira and found that my hand went right through. I stepped into the orb as easily as I could enter a room, and I suddenly could smell the ocean, hear the sea gulls overhead. Seira and my mother laughing. I stepped out of this memory and continued, and found the years my father spent searching for a way to bring his daughter back, researching the near extinct fantastical creatures of the world—at a train station in the wilds of the Northern prefectures, buried under piles of books in libraries, talking to grandmothers and grandfathers in rice paddy villages stuck in time.
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Last updated: Jul 28, 2017