I write and teach courses on American literature in the hope of building a just and vibrant future.
Born
Princeton, WV
hometown
Ellsworth, PA
current Residence
Saint Louis, MO
I’m an assistant professor of English at Saint Louis University, with core specialties in modern and contemporary American literature, Latinx and Indigenous studies, and the environmental humanities, particularly environmental justice.
I hold a PhD in English from Princeton University, where my work was awarded the Jacobus Fellowship, Princeton’s top graduate prize in the humanities. Prior to my PhD, I earned an MFA at the University of Mississippi as a John and Renee Grisham Fellow. Following it, I completed a postdoctoral fellowship at the Mahindra Center at Harvard University.
I’m currently at work on my first academic monograph, Company Town Archipelago: Art, Environment, and American Corporate Empire. The project’s five chapters analyze how contemporary writers and artists are looking to the complex legacies of company towns to animate possibilities of dissent and hope from deep within the Anthropocene.
My writing has appeared in Modern Fiction Studies, American Literature, The Georgia Review, Transatlantica, and elsewhere. I’m the coeditor of two volumes of scholarly essays: Cli-Fi and Class: Socioeconomic Justice in Contemporary American Climate Fiction (University of Virginia Press, 2023) and Teaching Energy Humanities (MLA Press, in progress). I have been a resident artist at the Blue Mountain Center and a maintenance assistant at the largest underground coal mine in the United States.
Gotham City Well Pad
Scenery Hill, PA
Four Unconventional Natural Gas Wells:
Bruce Wayne A1H, Bruce Wayne A3H
Bruce Wayne A5H, Bruce Wayne B7H
“The only notice my parents received prior to the drilling was a form letter from the state’s Department of Environmental Protection (DEP), an agency whose acronym, many residents joke, may as well stand for “Drill Everywhere, Please.” The process itself was a two-month delirium of noise and light, pollution and heavy trucks. While television ads cast the company as a “good neighbor,” fine, chemically-laced sand wafted over the yard along with a sea of diesel smoke, giving my father headaches and nosebleeds. The morning he crossed the road to ask about noise mitigation, the foreman offered to have him arrested.”
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Donora, PA 1942
(Photo by U.S. Dept. of War)
Freshly charged, the zinc smelting furnaces filled the valley with smoke, destroying every living thing on the hills. In the town’s streets children played, in its dreadful little houses men and women ate and slept, made love and died, perpetually enveloped in smoke.
- Thomas Bell, Out of This Furnace (1941)