Madison Smartt Bell
Madison Smartt Bell was born in 1957 in Tennessee and raised there. He graduated from Princeton University and Hollins College and published his first novel, The Washington Square Ensemble, when he was twenty-five. He has since published eleven novels and two collections of stories and has contributed fiction and reviews to many anthologies, newspapers and magazines, including Harper’s and the New York Times. In 1996 he was named as one of Granta’s Best of Young American Novelists. His story from that issue, ‘Looking for the General’, is taken from the second novel in a trilogy about the Haitian slave revolution of 1791. The first book in the sequence, All Souls’ Rising, published by Pantheon in the United States and Granta Books in the UK, was a finalist for the 1995 National Book and PEN/Faulkner awards. Married to the poet Elizabeth Spires, he is currently teaches at Goucher College, Maryland. They live in Baltimore with their daughter. Madison Smartt Bell has since published eleven novels and two collections of stories and has contributed fiction and reviews to many anthologies, newspapers and magazines, including Harper’s and the New York Times.
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Fiction | The Online Edition
Out of the Tombs
Madison Smartt Bell
‘He had always been curious as to what lay behind the gate: a metal portcullis, of an almost medieval aspect, opposite the corner of Columbus Park.’
Essays & Memoir | The Online Edition
Necessary Daemons
Madison Smartt Bell
‘I have claimed, on suitable occasions, that my work is dictated to me by daemons, being careful to include that extra ‘a,’ so that the daemons I’m invoking may seem at least morally neutral, not out and out evil as single ‘e’ demons are mostly considered to be.’
In Conversation | The Online Edition
Madison Smartt Bell | Interview
Madison Smartt Bell & Ollie Brock
‘A lot of my stories are like lint in your pocket.’
Fiction | The Online Edition
Rabbit Cycling
Madison Smartt Bell
‘He’d lost her first name in a burst of senseless coloured lights and he couldn’t tell her his own name because he didn’t know it.’
Fiction | The Online Edition
Looking for the General
Madison Smartt Bell
‘Midday, and the sun thrummed from the height of its arc so that the lizard seemed to cast no shadow.’