Matthew Callan grew up in a place with lots of cops and now lives in Queens. On the fiction tip, his short stories have appeared in Newtown Literary Journal, Sixfold, and Nimrod International Journal, and absolutely nowhere else, though he has been a bridesmaid in fiction contests for Nimrod, Zoetrope: All-Story, and Bomb Magazine. He has completed many other short stories and a novella that are free to a good home. He wrote a novel called Hang a Crooked Number, which is about spies and baseball and many other things and is not available anywhere so don’t ask about it. Once upon a time, he received an MFA in fiction from Brooklyn College, as was the custom at the time.
As for non-fiction, essays, etc., he once wrote quite a lot about the New York Mets at Amazin Avenue. He used to write a lot around the interwebs on a number of subjects for places like The Onion AV Club, The Awl, Baseball Prospectus, and Vice, among others; a litany of his writing can be found here. Every now and then he gets a bee in his bonnet about something and posts it on Medium here. He is also working on Yells For Ourselves, the exhaustive chronicle of the 1999-2000 Mets that absolutely no one has been asking for.
Behold, the past! He once penned snotty commentaries for NPR and wrote a lot of stuff for the sadly defunct Freezerbox.com and saw some of that stuff shortlisted for the 2003 edition of the Best American Nonrequired Reading. He also wrote a sports blog for MSN and was a contributing writer for the New York Press and you can’t find any of this in the internet anymore for many dumb reasons so you’ll just have to take his word for it. Oh, and he contributed to Excelsior You Fathead, a biography of radio humorist Jean Shepherd. So there’s that. He also had a podcast called Replacement Players in which he forced special guests to rewatch and discuss old sporting events.
As for future endeavors, one day he’ll die. But then again so will you. Makes ya think, don’t it?