Is it wrong to call a story about a demon from Sneedville who’s a big Jimmy Martin fan “It Came from the Sunny Side of the Mountain?” I can’t tell you how much I want to laugh at that and then love it to death, but I’m afraid it’s cheesy and that people won’t get it.

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  1. Well, I know Sneedville, but not Jimmy Martin, so I had to look it up. But I assumed Sunny Side of the Mountain was going to turn out to be a Jimmy Martin song. Is it a funny story? I kind of like it.

  2. I thought it was hilarious. My mom (who hates Jimmy Martin but loves bluegrass) also thought it was funny.

  3. NM, he never does say what his true name is, but I’m willing to believe it’s Widowmaker.

    Rachel, it is kind of funny, I think. It’s a little bit about the difficulties of grad school, especially when you don’t come from a place that puts a lot of focus on sending women to college. And it’s a little bit about the discomfort that happens when your family, who knows very little about how grad school works or what the academic job market after grad school, decides to send your asshole uncle to you to throw his weight around a little and try to get you set up in life. It’s about people who don’t understand what the fuck you’re doing being proud of you, anyway.

    But it’s also about that part of the family also being completely horrible. Sort of like Jimmy Martin. These are folks, for instance, who would give someone an old Jimmy Martin cassette as a graduation present here in 2013. And would eat her adviser.

    Bridgett, if it works for both you and your mom, I’m keeping it.

  4. Eats her adviser? Oh, that’s awful. Can’t he eat the person on the committee who asks questions about someone else’s dissertation entirely at the defense instead?

    You know that, between the title and the description, I want to read this.

  5. Her adviser is pretty awful, though, too, so there’s a satisfaction in him getting eaten. Too bad that The Chronicle doesn’t take fiction.

  6. I loved my adviser. There were, however, two people on my committee I could cheerfully have seen get eaten.

  7. Cool. I’d like to read it at some point, as someone who grew up literally 35 miles from Sneedville with high school grads as parents. :)

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