Fightin’ Words

Who says dead authors can’t be a good time? OK, Sylvia Plath sticking her head in an oven isn’t funny, but reports of Mark Twain’s death were greatly exaggerated, and Roland Barthes declared the “death” of the “author” while “using” quotation marks. And though no one is going to die (or even “die”) tonight at the Brick (1727 McGee, 816-421-1634), four local authors are going to battle until one emerges as the bloodied, well-read and triumphant champion of the Literary Death Match. The Brooklyn-based literary melee — celebrating its 100th match with a world tour — is divided into two rounds. The first: a paired read-off judged by a panel of three local literary luminaries; the second: a whimsical, decidedly nonliterary face-off between the two first-round winners. Doors open at 7 p.m., with the action beginning at 8:05 sharp. Tickets cost $5 in advance at or $7 at the door.

— Danny Volin

Thu., Oct. 28, 8:05 p.m., 2010