Michael Busk was born Catholic and Pentecostal in northern Indiana during the tail
end of the first Reagan Administration. The seventh of eight high-octane siblings,
he attended Notre Dame, where he wrote much and drank little, but at least had
the comfort of returning home every night to Knute Rockne’s old house, which
was later occupied by Flannery O’Connor’s fiancé. Although the forward pass
was perfected in his backyard, he still believes a solid running game is the key to a
successful offense. After graduating, he completed a master’s at the University of
Nebraska, where he survived homicidal neighbors and Willa Cather winters, and
had a long chat with Gillian Welch at a pizza bar. A few summers ago he played
on a barnstorming baseball team that toured rural Nebraska in an un-airconditioned
1977 Toyota Dolphin camper, a period during which he subsisted off of hot dogs,
Snickers bars, and High Life.
He recently received his PhD from the University of Southern California’s Literature and Creative Writing Program, but he now lives in South Bend with his wonderful wife and three maximally adorable children.
He can also be found in the pages of journals such as Gettysburg Review, Fiction International, Florida Review, Michigan Quarterly Review, and other magazines. His fictional interests include: wine snobs, savant children, cartoons, fertility cults, the undead, Young Republicans, football, phrenology, Bono, crucifixion, 50s housewives, rock and roll, Brian Boitano, the Resurrection of the Dead, and the end of the world.