Published in
Exquisite Corpse, Pasadena Weekly, New Roots News, the Dudley Review,
Pasadena Star News, Paraphilia Magazine, Brutarian Magazine,
Rolling Thunder Quarterly, Literary Underground, Sex & Guts, La Bloga,
The Synthesis, Drinks with Tony,
The Harvard Photography Journal



Jim Lopez was born in 1968 at the Los Angeles General Hospital. With the exception of a year-and-half, where he lived in Rockland, Maine, he was raised in Los Angeles. Despite having been remanded to SODA Homes (Status Offender Diversion Alternatives) for juveniles, being expelled from the 8th grade and attending continuation high school he went to university, studying religion, philosophy and literature. He spent a year in seminary and then went to Harvard University, the Divinity School, where he received a masters degree in Theology. Since leaving Cambridge Lopez has spent most of his time traveling, living in Brooklyn (New York), Mexico, Madrid (Spain), Bologna (Italy), Coalgate (Oklahoma), Saint Petersburg (Florida), Vallejo and Chico (Calif.), where he taught philosophy at California State Univeristy (2008-09). With a few bucks and four wheels he has tramped across the United States nineteen times.

Jim Lopez is also the creator and editor of the Mischievous Literary Arts Journal ANTIQUE CHILDREN & LIQUOR STORE LIT!

Interview with Christopher Nosnibor @ Clinicality Press




"As for Abstracts of an American Pageant, I think it's terrific and one can say that 'At the bottom of the world where civilisation reaches only with tendrils of flesh-and-mind-altering tentacles, is born a speciae of superaware human war machine whom Jim Lopez is the official chronicler. Lopez writes about the incarnation of the real in its most realistic state of divine damage. Reading this book made me high, sick, and reckless. I certainly got out of the house for a couple of nights.

Jim Lopez is a philosopher/writer who is inventing an extraordinary form of politically radical literary journalism. Violent urbanism and eerily psycho suburban offshoots vein his rich, vernacular prose. Jim Lopez is hacking his own language out of everything at hand, including the work of Friedrich Nietzche, fresh graffiti in a derelict Los Angeles, and kinky sex. Visual, ethnically explosive and unsentimental, Lopez is also fun to read, like Kathy Acker, like an extreme porn mag in history class."

~Andrei Codrescu, author of
Whatever Gets You Through the Night
(Princeton University Press 2011)


“Jim Lopez writes in the tradition of American outsiders, think figures like John Fante or Jim Carroll, separated by years and a continent, but hammering their stories out on battered typewriters. Like these authors who turned their lives into literature because they had to, Lopez draws stories from a deep personal well and finds something unique, urgent and sometimes perhaps desperate to communicate. From bedrooms in Bologna to dives in Los Angeles, from fucked-up and not so fucked-up relationships, he finds a need to tell his stories, paying witness to his own life and the daily struggles that everybody faces. Read them.”

~Jack Sargeant, author of
Deathtripping: The Extreme Underground
(Soft Skull, 2008)


“One thing you can say for Political Correctness is that it has presented writers with something to confront again. Jim Lopez has splendidly seized the opportunity to refuse any attempts at thought control. He is in the great tradition of Henry Miller, the Beats, Bukowski and all the other bad boys. The result is a huge sparking of energy, a vivid and vigorous writing. Transgressive is probably the official word. But it is also great fun.”

 ~Michael Wilding, author of
The Prisoner of Mount Warning
(Press On 2010)


"Abstracts of an American Pageant is wildly funny, and at least for a moment will remind you of the Beat writers. But unlike the Beats, whose narratives were largely driven by a personal sense of alienation, Lopez’s sense of alienation is much deeper, more ancient, and interwoven with the Profane and the Sacred. If C. Wright Mills and Marshall McLuhan smoked out Charles Bukowski on St Julian Street, in downtown L.A., they may have conceived of the sociologically abstract and bizarrely paradoxical gentleman-pervert that Jim Lopez has so raucously created."

~Michael Perelman, author of
The Invisible Handcuffs of Capitalism
(Monthly Review Press 2011)


“Jim Lopez’s work brings to mind the brilliantly fevered tomes of William T Vollmann, typing his fingers bloody in the dark antemeridian. Pandering to no one with full-figured beat-noir tales and a frightening sense of humor, Jim is paving the literary landing strip with undiscovered gold.  Take notice.”

~Scot Sothern, author of
(Stanley Barker 2012)


“Reading Lopez’s Abstracts of an American Pageant is a disquieting experience, rather like being caught in conversation with a destitute beatnik who - in his voyage to disenlightenment - found his schizophrenic soul hijacked by the voice of Charles Bukowski, the spirit of Walt Whitman, a little of John Rechy’s sleazy romanticism and a hefty dose of the Ole Bill Burroughs routine. It’s a strange journey. At times, among the author’s accounts of drunken bowel movements, his adventures with crack whores, gutter beauties and mystic shoe-shiners, the more gentle reader may wish to disembark. And yet, as we follow our narrator from humiliation into revelation a certain star-beaten wisdom emerges, an idiosyncratic genius that would surely spit in the face of praise anyway. What is it, after all, that we are dealing with here? Genre is spun and forgotten. Part memoir, part philosophical dirge, part rumination on the lost essence of America, part religious quest through the LA underworld and part a self-help subversion of sexual politics, Abstracts of an American Pageant retains an agrypnotic power like the spirit-searching insomnia that follows a bad hangover after a good night. What we have here, like Emerson’s eye-ball grown bloodshot and on the lam, is a jolting addition to that essentially American corpus - the autobiographical essay - in which style and self become inseparable. This work is driven by a compelling voice, which grabs the gentle reader by the hand (and even by the balls) and leads us through transgression to transmogrification via wry reminiscences of adolescent existential crisis and adult alcoholic nightmare and then onto something altogether quite different. The mystic emerges: “The prophet’s quest for truth and justice was immersed in the corruption that he despised and longed to disassociate himself from, but he was molested and controlled by a divine compulsion to abide in the company of the wicked and the pain of the suffering.” Here we have it: Lopez the itinerant Holy Man, telling it not from the mountain but the dried-out drainage ditch of the L.A. River.”

   ~James Miller, author of
The Sunshine State
(Little, Brown 2010)


“Imagine Holden Caulfield reincarnated not as a child of privilege, who had the decency to be alienated, but as a somewhat mad latchkey kid 'neath the I-10 Freeway in LA. Nietzsche was only partially right: there is holy madness. Enter Lopez’ steam of consciousness; revel in an unholy madness that reveals truths concealed by reason.”

~Ron Hirschbein, author of
Massing the Tropes
(Praeger 2005)


"Abstracts of an American Pageant: Poetic, profound, obscene, sublime…Imagine On The Road rewritten by Captain Beefheart as a Three Stooges script and you might be getting somewhere near to the effect this freewheeling beautiful mess of a book captures. If you could transplant Dante to 21st century California, feed him a massive batch of hallucinogenic mushrooms and kick him naked and freezing onto Sunsick Boulevard, this is what he might write.

Profound philosophical discourse sits hand in hand with ribald obscenity, hilarious observation and simply crazed lysergic mania as Lopez recounts, in a series of loosely connected parables, his search for his Beatrice through a maze of unreliable scenarios and unbelievable yet wonderfully human characters. Better than the Bible. Better than Trainspotting. This book heralds the possible creation of a whole new form of literature.”

~D.M. Mitchell, author of
A Serious Life

(Savoy Books 2004)