5 Books That Won’t Impress a Girl

8 06 2012

Recently I read this article on the Paris Review blog: What Books Impress a Girl.

Rather than add to the conversation, I figured I would add my top 5 books that will never impress a girl. In fact, I’ve received more eye-rolling than amorous adulation from girls when they spotted these titles on my bookshelf:

5. The Death and Life of Superman – Roger Stern. Yes, it’s a book. Yes, I bought this in 92, when he actually “died”. I was quite sad when it happened. Despite that, my partner says, “you’re in your thirties, move on!”

4. Moby Dick – Herman Melville.“Have you seen the great white whale?” Boys like tales of the high-seas,  high-adventure, and revenge. Girls… well, they don’t.

3. Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas – Hunter S. Thompson. A story about drugs, excess, and finding the American dream? Blegh. Girls do not go Gonzo for Gonzo Journalism.

2. Tropic of Cancer or Tropic of Capricorn — Henry Miller. Isn’t he a misogynist? And, aren’t his female characters mere fabrications of a thirteen year-old boy’s dream? Yes. And, sigh, yes.

1. The Twilight series — Stephenie Meyer. What are those doing on your shelf, next to the movies? And what’s with the Robert Pattinson action figure… I think we should talk…





Faulkner and Failure

27 05 2012

William_Faulkner_300During a lovely coffee with a friend, we discussed the process/craft of writing and the reality that no idea is so perfect as when it’s in your head. It reminded me of William Faulkner (The Sound and The Fury, As I Lay Dying) and his interview in The Paris Review. Here’s what he says:

“In my opinion if I could write all my work again, I am convinced that I would do it better, which is the healthiest condition for an artist. That’s why he keeps on working, trying again; he believes each time that this time he will do it, bring it off. Of course he won’t, which is why this condition is healthy. Once he did it, once he matched the work to the image, the dream, nothing would remain but to cut his throat, jump off the other side of that pinnacle of perfection into suicide…”

Well… Here’s to imperfections, and the hope that we’ll always try to do better…





John Steinbeck’s Fear

18 05 2012

John Steinbeck is one of my favourite authors. (“East of Eden”, “Grapes of Wrath”, and “Of Mice and Men” are some of my most-loved books.) Here’s a quote from his 1962 letter to Edith Mirrielees, his creative writing professor at Stanford:

“It is not so very hard to judge a story after it is written, but after many years, to start a story still scares me to death. I will go so far as to say that the writer who is not scared is happily unaware of the remote and tantalizing majesty of the medium. “

I’m always heartened when I learn that even my heroes got scared, even late in their career.

If you’ld like to, read the whole letter here. Letters of Note is a fantastic site.





Hunter S. Thompson Threatens Ralph Steadman

29 07 2011

I love reading author’s letters. You get great insight into the writer’s life, their process, and personality. I just came across these letters between Hunter S. Thompson and Ralph Steadman, the illustrator of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas and lots of Thompson’s other works.

Steadman and Thompson had a strained relationship throughout their time working together. Thompson often tormented Steadman, giving the Englishman constant grief. He also brought Steadman along on many pranks, including a time when they went to spray paint “fuck the pope” on the side of one of the boats in The Americas Cup.

In this exchange Hunter is upset because Steadman sent Rolling Stone magazine some of his illustrations of Thompson, and Rolling Stone are considering printing the illustrations.

Thompson is so enraged he threatens to end their friendship: “you and I have had our last Scotch together,” Thompson writes. “Thanx for the laughs. “

Steadman, who usually tolerates Thompson’s antics and abuse, obviously was not going to take anymore:

“…don’t get pompous with me. I am not one of your goddamn sychophants or acolytes. I am the one you needed when you needed someone to say what cannot be said in words.”

Anyway, the link is below if you want to read the whole exchange. Enjoy.
Letters of Note: Don’t get pompous with me
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Ernest Hemingway on The Art of Fiction

25 07 2011

Here are some interesting tidbits I pulled from Ernest Hemingway’s 1958 interview in The Paris Review, on the Art of Fiction.

Among other things, Hemingway discusses his process, when he likes to write, and the value of editing. It’s highly readable and informative, despite his apparent boredom for most of the questions: “I see I am getting away from the question, but the question was not very interesting.” And, “when you ask someone old, tired questions you are apt to receive old, tired answers.”

Two highlights from the interview:

One, his confirmation of a writer needing space to create: “You can write any time people will leave you alone and not interrupt you.”

Two, his answer to a question regarding an author’s training:

INTERVIEWER: What would you consider the best intellectual training for the would-be writer?

HEMINGWAY: Let’s say that he should go out and hang himself because he finds that writing well is impossibly difficult. Then he should be cut down without mercy and forced by his own self to write as well as he can for the rest of his life. At least he will have the story of the hanging to commence with.

Anyway, it’s a great interview. I urge anyone interested in a writer’s process or cantankerous literary icons to read the full interview.





Book 10 – As I Lay Dying, by William Faulkner

5 05 2010

Asilaydying“Sometimes I ain’t so sho who’s got a right to say when a man is crazy and when he ain’t. Sometimes I think it ain’t none of us pure crazy and ain’t none of us pure sane until the balance of us talks him that-a-way. It’s like it ain’t so much what a fellow does, but it’s the way the majority of folks is looking at him when he does it.“
- As I Lay Dying, by William Faulkner

I had a hard time picking a quote from As I Lay Dying, by William Faulkner. I wanted to pick something that both summed up the book and resonated with me. After jumping between two quotes, I settled on the one above.

This  quote, in my mind, fits the first criteria by perfectly summing up the novel. Through the eyes of fifteen different narrators, As I Lay Dying recounts one family’s attempt to fulfill their dead mother’s final request, to be buried in a different county with her parents.

The perception of sanity is a theme that runs throughout the novel. Everyone here seems crazy, or to at least make bad decisions. There were moments while reading this when I actually thought, “I don’t know if that’s such a good idea”. I’ll give you an example (without ruining the story for you): one of the characters breaks his leg. So, as a makeshift cast, they encase it in cement. Do you think any good will come of this? No, you don’t. But they don’t see a problem with it.

This sort of stuff is littered throughout the novel, and at times you think, “what the hell is going on here.” Then the perspective changes and you start reading things from that character’s vantage point, and their actions seem less crazy and0375504524.01.LZZZZZZZ very human.

As for the second criteria: this quote resonated with me because I lived abroad, in Australia, for many years. While in Oz, I really liked being different from everyone else. I came form a different culture. I had a different perspective. And, more importantly, I had an accent.

What I didn’t like was being foreign. I would do things that seemed rational and  quite natural to me. But to the people I was with my actions appeared strange and unnatural. It could have been something as simple as a Canadian expression or saying “how are you" to the girl at the deli counter. Or, it could be something bigger like when driving stopping for pedestrians crossing the street or playing American/Canadian Football on a cricket pitch. To me, all my actions were reasonable. But the Auzzies just didn’t get it. I would try to explain but that would more than likely lead to more confusion. And this is the key to As I Lay Dying. No matter how sane and logical you feel your actions are, others might not get it.

I have purposefully restrained from referring specifically to the story. I don’t want to give anything away, other than what I already mentioned. It’s such a good story. I was completely drawn in to their world. Twice I missed my sky train stop on the way home from work.

Though I will say this: when you read it get a character list. I found the story very confusing to start. Direct relationships between characters are not clear at first. As well, I had trouble remembering who was who. So I looked up the character names on the internet and wrote them on a piece of paper and kept it in the back of the book. It was very helpful. And, don’t feel bad about doing this. It’s not cheating. I figure plays have character lists, so why not novels. If it helps you understand the story, and get deeper in to the plot, then go for it.

Actually, I will even say this too: there are many similarities between the Bundren family, in As I Lay Dying, and the Lamb family, in Cloudstreet. The family mentality’s match – especially when you compare mothers. As well, both novels have character’s named Quick and Fish. As well, the writing styles and symbolic references in the two books are quite similar, which would also explain why I liked this book so much.

Anyway, As I Lay Dying, is the best novel I have read so far in my 25 in 2010 challenge. I really think people should pick it up. It’s short too, about 150 pages, so if you don’t like long stories, even better.

Next book: The Apprenticeship of Duddy Kravitz, by Mordecai Richler.





Book 7 – Naked Lunch, by William S. Burroughs

31 03 2010

Naked Lunch“He it is… He and no other who has reduced whole provinces of our fair land to a state bordering on the far side of idiocy… He it is who has filled great warehouses with row on row, tier on tier of helpless creatures who must have their every want attended… ‘The Drones’ he calls them with a cynical leer of pure educated evil…”
                       – Naked Lunch, by William S. Burroughs

As a reader I have two rules. One: always finish a book. And, two: always find one good thing to say about it.

Sometimes those rules are easier to tout than follow.

I have always tried to abide by these rules. To me not finishing a book is quitting. Even if I loath a book I will charge on. Oh, I may curse and spit while doing so but I will keep reading. 

Why put myself through this? Well, it can somewhat be explained by my possessing an unhealthy balance of pride, stubbornness and stupidity. But, also, I make a commitment to the writer. I’ll follow their story, on their terms. I believe just because I may not enjoy a novel doesn’t mean I shouldn’t finish reading it.

Before I get further into it, I should tell you: I like the beat writers. Kerouac is cool. On the Road rules – though, I’ll never understand why he left that woman in the cotton fields. I like Ginsberg. Plutonian Ode is a great collection of poems. I want to say I like Burroughs too, but prior to this I had never read anything by him.

With all that in mind, I purchased Naked Lunch years ago. It was on sale at a used bookstore. I was attracted by the yellow cover, sideways title, and the lure of it being a previously banned book (much in the same way naked_lunch_prospectusthat people are drawn to Tropic of Cancer, by Henry Miller).

For those who don’t know, the story line is roughly: a drug addict travels from New York to Tangiers, and then into a nightmarish, fantasy, world called Interzone.

After finishing the book in a little over a week, I can safely say I cursed those rules. I hated them so much; I had half an idea to shave them into the side of a dog, preferably a chocolate coloured Labrador retriever, then push it down the stairs.* 

But, I didn’t.

I charged on. I put the dog idea to the side, for later, and kept reading.

I am happy I read it, but I’m even happier to be done with it. There were moments I liked, and even a few pages I “dog eared”, to reread for later. Still, overall, it’s a tough read. The writing style is highly experimental: the narrative is non-linear; the tone and voice changes constantly; the main character takes on many different aliases; and the flipping between fantasy and reality is confusing.

Despite it being confusing and hard to follow I stuck to my first rule, just barely, and finished the book. As for the second rule, I will start by saying this: I love the serendipity of reading. Quite a few times in my life my outside world has matched up with what I’m reading.

In high school a friend gave me a book for my birthday. At the same time my youngerJohnSteinbeck_TheGrapesOfWrath brother and his band (www.rcoriginal.wordpress.com) were practicing a song they would play at their school’s talent show. While I was reading the book my brother came in to my room and started telling me about the song he was practicing, ‘Ghost of Tom Joad’. The events in the song were eerily similarly to what was happening in my book, The Grapes of Wrath. “Do you think the song is about the book?” we wondered.

It was.

Gotj

We were amazed at our discovery. What is the likelihood that our  lives would connect in such a way, at that moment? Not very likely, we decided.

It felt so eerie and odd, like we were we in the opening scene of Magnolia**, the movie. “It is in the humble opinion of this narrator that this is not just something that happens. This cannot be one of those things. This, please, cannot be that. This was not just a matter of chance.”

Since then, my books and life have matched up in other ways. Some may explain this as my own personal confirmation bias. Still, it doesn’t make the discoveries any less eerie, exciting, or rewarding.

Back to Naked Lunch. My one good thing to say about the book, and my potentially serendipitous discovery, is the text I quoted at the top of this blog. I am a huge fan of the Australian badrones-covernd, The Drones (see their video below). When I read this passage, I  wondered, “is this where they got their name?”

I then looked on the internet for the answer. After a brief investigation I have not found one. I can only assume that “this is not one of those things”; There has to be a connection. The Drones are an intelligent, literary band. Based on that – and until I can ask them personally – I will believe “this is that”.

And, that is my good thing to say about this book. I may not have enjoyed the book, but it did help me discover something about my favourite Australian band – even if it could be just a coincidence.

Next book: The Turn of The Screw, by Henry James.

*Please note: I don’t advocate animal cruelty, unless, of course, it helps illustrate a point.

**Yes, I know, the movie wasn’t out yet.’

Watch “The Minotaur’, from The Drone’s new album, Havilah. Best line from the song: “He spends all day looking at porn, or playing, fucking, Halo 2” Enjoy.





Book 2 – Something Happened, by Joseph Heller

31 01 2010

Something Happened - Joseph HellerI’ve got two books under my belt now. I would be content to consider that a lifetime’s work, and I could just putter around and find other things to do.
– Joseph Heller

Catch-22 is in my top five list of all-time favourite books. I first read it in high school. My English teacher, Mr Thompson, recommended it to me. He felt the style and theme closely matched my personality, and thought I would like it. He was right. I loved it. In my senior year I wrote “Yossarian Lives” as my grad blurb in the yearbook.

Since then I have read Catch-22 five times. Generally, once every couple years. Oddly I haven’t read much else by Joseph Heller. I have read his short stories, in Catch as Catch Can, which are fantastic, but none of his other novels. I figured Something Happened would be a good second novel in my 25 in 2010 challenge.

I picked Something Happened because it was the first novel Heller wrote after Catch-22. I was hoping it would have the same energy, wit and poignancy.

I didn’t  know either that Heller’s writing process is somewhat whimsical, or that Something Happened was published 13 years after Catch-22. In a 1974 interview, during the release, Heller told The Paris Review that he doesn’t begin a novel until he has the first and last lines in his head.

The opening line for Something Happened came to him while on the deck of a house in Fire Island, New York. “In the office in which I work there are four people of whom I am afraid. Each of these four people is afraid of five people.” In fact, a great deal of the book, the major scenes, and the last line all came to him within an hour. Heller would not begin working on the novel for another two years.

It took Heller ten more years to complete it. Not that his sole focus was the book. During that time he wrote a play, We Bombed in New Haven, transcribed a screenplay, and did other such work. When Something Happened was finally published it received warm reviews. Kurt Vonnegut Jr lauded it as Heller’s best work.

Seeing that Heller had only written two novels, collectively taking twenty years to produce, it’s easy to understand why Heller made the comment at the top of this review. Novel writing is obviously does not come quickly, or easily, to Heller.

Something Happened is the story of a middle-class businessman who is trying to figure out what went wrong. He is afraid of change, closed doors, and the unknown. He is misogynistic, highly adulterous, and dependent on his wife (despite wanting a divorce). His doesn’t get on with his daughter. Him and his son are growing apart. Plus he has another “retarded” son that he tries to ignore.

Rather than being a story, Something Happened is more “a portrait of a dysfunctional middle-class family”. Information is passed through the main character, Bob Slocum, as a sort a stream of consciousness in his diary. Nothing really progresses, and the main topics are sex, his affairs, his promotion, and the people at work.

The book is over 500 pages long. Bob Slocum’s thoughts are circular, self-centered, and full of digressions. As well, he likes to add incidental information mid-sentence, with bracketed statements or stories. These, while they do give insight into his thoughts and fears (as well as revealing scattered thought patterns), they do slow down the story considerably. Towards the end of the story, I found myself skimming these passages.

His relationship with his son is my favourite in the whole book. The son exemplifies Bob’s childish fears, and further exposes Bob’s inability to empathise. The funniest part of the story are the interactions between these two. Bob is endlessly trying to understand his son’s actions. If his son is given a dollar he will give it to a stranger. “What if you need a dollar and don’t have one because you give it away. What will you do then?” Bob will ask.

“I’ll just ask you for another, and you’ll give it to me.”

“What if I don’t”

“But you will”

“Maybe I won’t”

“But you will”

“Then next time I won’t”

“You will”

“Ya, I will”

Bob’s deep caring and inability to refuse his son is counterbalanced by his low-level hostility to his daughter, and his almost complete disregard for his “retarded” son. He tries to reconcile with the former, while the latter is treated as the family’s “dirty little secret’”. He is a constant reminder of the family’s dysfunction and dissatisfaction. In him they see their faults. And so clouded is their ability to deal with their own problems, they think sending him away is the answer.

Something finally does happen at the end of the novel. It isn’t what the reader will expect, or want for that matter. This is not a story you read for the pleasure of the journey. The whole point lays in the final 40 pages. If I could go re-edit it, I would slim down the verbosity, while trying to maintain the humanity of the character.

To whom will this novel appeal? I think anyone who likes stories about families that will make their own appear normal. I felt better about my own upbringing while reading this. We may have our quirks, but at least I’m not searching for that moment when something happened, when it all went wrong.

This is a rough transition, but I will end this piece here, with an anecdote from Heller’s Paris Review interview. In this interview I liked how he made a point of saying that no matter our accomplishments, we all need to be humbled once in a while.

“In 1948, when my first story came out in The Atlantic and nearly won the ‘Atlantic First’, I thought I was pretty hot stuff. About that same time, Norman Mailer’s The Naked and The Dead was published, and he was on the cover of Saturday Review. We were about the same age – twenty-six or twenty-seven – and it put me in my place.”

(If you would like to read more about Heller’s writing process, or would just like to read the full Paris Review interview, click here.)

The next book: Gulliver’s Travels, by Jonathan Swift








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