Hello! I'm Kirsty Logan, a writer of fiction and journalism. My books are The Gracekeepers and The Rental Heart & Other Fairytales.



No Escape from the Beautiful Dead Girls
For Books’ Sake, June 2012

“I like crime fiction, but rarely read it. I just can’t stomach any more beautiful corpses.”


Peach Cigarettes in Tokyo
Wanderlust and Lipstick, May 2011

“The first time I ever smoked a peach cigarette, I was wearing a dinosaur suit and sitting on my friend’s balcony in a Tokyo suburb.”

Batman Girls
Spilling Ink #1, March 2011

“Batman is a game where we go into the spare room and lock the door and strip to our knickers. One girl lies on the bed and the other girl balances on the windowsill with a blanket around her shoulder like a cape and whispers Batman.”

Well Worth Not Reading
The Boston Globe, February 2011

“An unread book has the potential to be the greatest book I have ever read. Any unread book could change my life.”

Youth Is All
PANK, January 2011

“If I were a willowy, elfin 17 year-old my age would be marketable. I’d be on the cover of Poets & Writers no matter how mediocre my book was, just because holy shit, a 17-year old novelist.”

PANK, January 2011

“When I was 16, I had a website. It was dreadful, obviously. I was into kinderwhore and riot grrrl and fairytales and confessional, but I did it all in this awful cack-handed teenage way, so it was just bad poetry, lists of my favourite song lyrics, and photos of me reading books in my underwear or pouting in torn slip dresses and a tiara (see photographic evidence).”


I Fucked a Girl and I Liked It – Eventually
Filthy Gorgeous Things, November 2010

“We wrote poems for each other and made them into artwork with smudged pastels and Barbie plasters and the blades from our Lady Bics. We imagined we were part of the great heritage of lesbian artists. We were terribly misunderstood.”

Naked on the Internet
F-Stop, June 2010

“Back then, I wanted attention. I wanted people to look at me and think that I was worth their time. Taking my clothes off seemed like a short cut: everyone wants to look at nude 18 year-olds. Now I don’t get naked for attention, but I do wonder whether my writing is based on the same need for recognition.”

Confined By Pages: The Joy of Unread Books
The Millions, May 2010

“I often find that the book I have read is somehow not as exciting as the book I had imagined reading.”

Curiouser and Curiouser
Filthy Gorgeous Things, May 2010

“I knew what sex was in the way that most eleven year-olds know what sex is: cartoonish illustrations in a ‘My Body’ book, whispered exchanges in the playground, the half-naked women on the front of my father’s collection of sci-fi novels, the time I crept downstairs when my parents were having a dinner party and watched Sliver from behind a cushion. This was not enough. I was curious.”

Horrible Histories
The Book That Changed My Life, April 2010

“I am a lazy intellectual, an academic slacker. A dilettante who likes to know a little bit about everything. I love to learn things, but I hate to read textbooks.”

You Girls
Luna Park Review, April 2010

“It’s not that I’ll reject your story just because I don’t like you; it’s that the presence of certain elements (such as “you girls,” or dogs, or funerals) set off my Bad Writer Radar. Rejection is nothing personal, except that this time maybe it is a bit personal, because you just made it personal.”

The Problem With Fairy Tales
The Millions, March 2010

“The problem with fairy tales is that they are more than just old stories. They’re mythic cultural knowledge: they have been removed from their sociological roots to float in a timeless limbo, seeping into all of us since childhood.”

The Shaven Kiwi
Poor Mojo’s Almanac(k), March 2010

“My girlfriend and I, still wrapped up in honeymoon love, had no interest in the company of others. We stocked up on straight-to-the-oven lamb chops, DVDs of true crime documentaries, and a small forest of alcohol bottles. It was going to be a good night.”

The Selfish Writer
Branta, March 2010

“I’d write about you, and I wouldn’t even ask you whether it was okay.”

Meanwhile Reads
PANK, March 2010

“I like to read. I need to read. But I’ve got shit to do.”

Like Fire, March 2010

“Chain-reading paperbacks is no more inherently intellectual than watching all the Back to the Future films in one go.”

Ex-Nymphet: My Brief Career as a Teenage Nude Model
The Rumpus, March 2010

“I’m 18, I’m standing under a spotlight with no clothes on, and the photographer is pointing at my thighs.

This is what I mean, he says in a Czech accent. I must airbrush this now! You must start jogging more.

The Teeth of My Ambition
PANK, February 2010

“Playing around with prose sestinas, cobbling together screenplays for my filmmaker brother, writing a new NaNoWriMo novel every year — surely they weren’t going to give me letters after my name for this. It wasn’t work. I could do this shit forever, if only some sucker would pay me.”

Don’t Ask, Do Tell
The Skinny, January 2010

“Like most lesbians, I don’t look stereotypically gay, which can lead to some confusing exchanges.”

The Cost of Creating
PANK, January 2010

“Every week I work as a waitress to earn enough to buy a little free
time for writing, and then I spend my hard-won Wednesday morning playing silly Facebook games and making unnecessarily complicated plans for lunch.”


Funds For Writers, December 2009

“I wrote about how other people had eaten my heart, and the hearts 
I ate in revenge. It was uncomfortable to write and even more 
uncomfortable to read. It was my soft underbelly tilted up to the 
light; my dark heart made into words. But it was not exactly true.”

Autobiography of a Reader
Shelf Life, April 2010, 
Branta, October 2009 and
Velvet #19, February 2009

“I liked to think I was the only eight year old in the world who read books about axes and naked ladies.”

Three Variations on Susan
Clean Sheets, September 2009 and
 Word Riot, May 2009

“It’s 1 a.m. at the launch of a queer feminist zine called Lock Up Your Daughters and I’m starting to get bored, so I lean over to my friend Paul, who has tattoos all down his arms of cherry blossoms and tea-cups, and I say I like that girl.”