Nath Jones



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Nath Jones is a writer.

Over the years I’ve heard many descriptions of what it means to be “a writer.” And I have encountered many people trying desperately to project the image of being a writer. Some even wrote things. I am learning, as poet Mark Strand advised, to laugh at the pretentiousness and remain open to the art. The laughing part is easy. The problem is that the pretentiousness will often close my ears. So, when I encounter writing that is not burdened by such trappings, I find the experience refreshing.

I don’t know Nath well, but from what I have thus far been able to gather, she has lived quite a bit in her young life. She knows something of the world, so she is not burdened by fantasies of being a writer. Instead, she is concerned with writing. Because Nath Jones is a writer.

As this Featured Voice is being posted, Nath is on tour promoting her most recent book, Acquainted with Squalor, which is part of her On Impulse series that includes Love and Darts, 2000 Deciduous Trees, and The War Is Language. Each volume is a collection of stories that slip through genres and formats. She’s not afraid to turn the writing loose, but there is an ever-present sense of prose style. Because Nath Jones is a writer.

For more info, visit, which also includes a longer biography. And there is an excellent interview posted at freado. We hope you enjoy this introduction to the writing of Nath Jones, and check your local paper—she just might be breezing through to talk literature and sign a few books.




Best New American Voices nominee Nath Jones received an MFA in creative writing from Northwestern University. Her publishing credits include PANK Magazine, There Are No Rules, and Sailing World. She lives and writes in Chicago.

Acquainted with Squalor delivers astonishing power of body-and-soul. Meteors fall, an old neighbor tosses an infrared Phoenix beacon into a cup of loose change, and a woman on the phone with a friend mentions nothing about her eviction notice. These nine stories nourish our sense of wonder and acknowledge our deepest despair.”