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Mac Crane is a jock, a sweatpants enthusiast, and the author of I Keep My Exoskeletons to Myself, which was a New York Times Editors' Pick, an Indie Next Pick, and won the Lambda Literary Award for Speculative Fiction. Their sophomore novel, A Sharp Endless Need, was a finalist for the Lambda Literary Award in Lesbian Fiction. Their first short story collection, Perverts (Dial Press, July 7, 2026), is a full-frontal confrontation of the ways we perform desire and shame--from the downright bizarre to the frighteningly relatable.
Handsell readers your book in 25 words or less:
Perverts is like if Torrey Peters and George Saunders had a freakier baby.
On your nightstand now:
The Child by Sarah Schulman. I'm not sure yet if I'd recommend it. I have read damn near every novel Schulman has written and loved them all. This one feels different from the rest in a way that I can't quite articulate yet. It's certainly the most controversial, though that's not what I mean. In general, I admire her audacity and risk taking in fiction. I think I will probably end up liking it, but it's one of those books that isn't for everyone.
Favorite book when you were a child:
Hard to pick just one. I was an avid reader. My mom took me to the library once a week and let me load up on books. Louis Sachar's Wayside School series was a favorite, and I'm having so much joy revisiting it with my five-year-old right now. I also loved Franklin W. Dixon's Hardy Boys, Carolyn Keene's Nancy Drew, Mary Pope Osborne's Magic Tree House series, and Matt Christopher's magic sports novels, such as The Kid Who Only Hit Homers.
Your top five authors:
It may come as no surprise to see Torrey Peters and George Saunders here. Also Justin Torres, Anne Carson, James Baldwin, Jenny Offill, Renee Gladman, Mesha Maren, Hanif Abdurraqib, and T Kira Māhealani Madden. I'm not very good at following rules.
Book you've faked reading:
Anything I was supposed to read for high school, minus The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger, which I really read, because, for better or for worse, I felt a kinship with that irritating, alienated loner.
Book you're an evangelist for:
We the Animals by Justin Torres. It is that rare sort of book that makes me feel more and more every time I revisit it. I am a sucker for a slim novel that packs a knockout punch. For one that feels complicated and true. Plus, language-wise, craft-wise, I never stop learning from it.
Book you've bought for the cover:
I simply do not do that. But if I had to name one book that would have seduced me with its cover, it would be We Both Laughed in Pleasure: The Selected Diaries of Lou Sullivan, 1961-1991. I like a good butt on my covers. And in life.
Book you hid from your parents:
The Basketball Diaries by Jim Carroll, which my sister lent to me when I was about 12. I thought it was mostly going to be about basketball, but it ended up being about drugs, namely, heroin. I still remember reading about Jim's hard-ons and sleeping with twins named Winkie and Blinkie.
Book that changed your life:
I hate being a cliché, but sometimes the moment calls for the clarity and honesty of embracing it. The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky changed my life when I was a lonely, depressed, extremely sensitive, closeted adolescent. It made me feel like I was part of a cohort of explosive criers who didn't understand what was wrong with them.
Favorite line from a book:
"To feel anything deranges you." And "to live past the end of your myth is a perilous thing." Both from Red Doc> by Anne Carson.
Five books you'll never part with:
We the Animals by Justin Torres
Stag Dance by Torrey Peters
Margery Kempe by Robert Glück
Autobiography of Red by Anne Carson
Indian Horse by Richard Wagamese
everything by James Baldwin
Book you most want to read again for the first time:
Trash by Dorothy Allison. Some people just got it going on, and she absolutely did. The experience of reading that book for the first time was that of intense awe (for how good she was), rabid jealousy (that I'd never be that good), and an internal rearrangement of everything I thought I knew about stories.