Welcome to Summer
Hello, everybody! Welcome to summer term! As of July 1, 2014 The Wax Bullet War has been out for three months and we’re still going strong. Last term, we booked […]
Backlist to the Future: Killing George Washington
Lets starts with a bit of honesty; I don’t usually read poetry. In fact, I’ll go ahead and admit I don’t care for it. I’m a fan of books beginning […]
On Academic Journal Design
This past spring, Ooligan Press was commissioned by the Humanities Department of Portland State University to begin work on an academic film studies journal as part of our OpenBook series. […]
Keeping up with old friends: an interview with Eliot Treichel
In 2012, Ooligan Press published Eliot Treichel’s Close is Fine, a short story collection depicting the lonely isolation of rural Wisconsin and the winner of the 2013 Wisconsin Library Association’s […]
Meta Post: Editing Blog Posts
Ladies and gentlemen, this is a blog post about blog posts—more specifically about how we at Ooligan edit blog posts before they appear on this very blog. Ooligan blog posts […]
The Role of Craft in Indie Graphic Novels
“Self-publish or perish.” These words can be found on every original work created by indie comic superstar Becky Cloonan. It’s more than a personal motto—it’s a call to arms to […]
Backlist to the Future: Close Is Fine
These stories are told by people you know—or you. When Close Is Fine was published in 2012, it was Eliot Treichel’s first book, though not his first time being published. […]
Talking with Patrick McDonald about “The Tall Trees of Portland”
Patrick McDonald is an Ooligan graduate and the owner of Overcup Press here in Portland. Recently I had a chance to sit down and talk with him about their beautiful […]
Marketing to Libraries: Why It’s a Good Idea
Libraries seem to be one of the most underrated marketing opportunities that many publishers tend to pay less attention to than they should. Something about libraries gives the impression that […]
Backlist to the Future: 42
Quizzically, I gaze at myself in the mirror. I notice half my face is covered in thick stubble, the other smooth as a baby’s butt. Apparently, after my car was […]