The One Where I Talk About AWP, Star Trek, Revolutionary Road, and Publishing

At Bark, I read a post about magazines who try new things and how most lit mags all say the same thing about their mission. At the AWP Bookfair last year, a woman came to our table and asked what we’re looking for. I said, quite perkily, “We’re looking for great writing,” which was, clearly, the wrong answer but I had already answered that question approx. 1,311 times and wanted to be polite but also had nothing left to say on the matter. She pursed her lips and dropped the issue of our magazine like it was tainted. She said, “That’s what everyone says,” and then she flounced away.
I needed to laugh, I laughed
Chat Roulette Piano Improv Man [via Clusterflock]
Be cool.
I love this woman.

UPDATE: Didn’t really do any research on this, and probably should have. Middle finger is photoshopped. The real image is this:

Let’s call the first image, then, an expression of collective desire.
BOARDWALK PLEASINGNESS / THE HOME OF LONG-FORM STORYTELLING
And here’s the glorious second, extended trailer. I may be more excited to see this than I am to see almost anything else on the horizon.
Meat, Church, and Vaseline(s)
For all you writers out there with kids, or are kids, or just eat like kids: Mom buys Happy Meal and puts it on a shelf in her office to see how long it will take to decay. It doesn’t. Ever. Decay. “Happy Birthday to My Happy Meal” by Nonna Joann at Babybites.
And via Phil Campbell’s facebook- The Beliefnet blog takes a look at some ugly churches.
Here’s “Rory Ride Me Raw” by the Vaselines, performed live in-studio at KEXP last May.
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qyjraokQy9E
Dear HTMLGIANT,
I miss you!
There’s an essay about sound and syntax in Plath’s poem “Nick and the Candlestick” in the latest Writer’s Chronicle. I haven’t read it. But I will on my way to Atlanta today. “Nick and the Candlestick” is one of my favorite Plath poems. Her line breaks fuck shit up.
Here’s a taste:
Old cave of calcium
Icicles, old echoer.
Even the newts are white,Those holy Joes.
And the fish, the fish—
Christ! they are panes of ice,A vice of knives,
A piranha
Religion, drinkingIt’s first communion out of my live toes. …
Two Parts Rancor, One Part Joy

Guess which parts are which. But seriously--isn't this photo fucking gorgeous? Forget who it's a picture of for a second, and the fact that I found it on Gawker. Just look. Imagine it on a gallery wall. It's beautiful.
Tony O’Neill offers a pre-emptive FUCK YOU to Dr. Drew Pinsky for presumably planning to exploit the death of Corey Haim, and for being an asshole in general.
A controversial method of proselytizing to Muslims by starting with Jesus’s minor but significant role in the Koran, has generated–wait for it–controversy, drawing fire from Muslims and also some Christian groups. The procedure, naturally, is known as “The Camel Method.”
Kevin Wilson, author of Tunneling to the Center of the Earth, loves the blazing hell out of Scott McClanahan’s Stories II.
There is a simplicity to the writing that feels very much like traditional storytelling, like a conversation, the easy way the character allows you to come into his life for a little while to hear what he wants you to hear. Despite the humor, which sneaks up on you and floors you, the stories are bleak; almost all of them are set in West Virginia and the propects for most of the characters in the stories are not good. There is sadness everywhere in these stories. And what I’m going to say next is why I think I love these stories so much. Amidst the sadness, the ways in which everyone fails each other, there is such an amazing tenderness that lifts these stories up. I felt very tightly connected to these characters and was grateful for having been around their stories…
Funny, because I was just saying something similar to fellow-Giant Amy McDaniel over gchat yesterday morning (she’s a fan too). I said that McClanahan’s book reminded me of the subtly acerbic, realist-ish Richard Brautigan not of the novels but of the short stories, like say “1/3, 1/3, 1/3,” crossbred with the big-hearted schlubbery of the Larry Brown of “Big Bad Love.” McClanahan seems like the kind of guy who probably read Breece D’J Pancake and came away thinking, “yeah, okay, true, but dude–take a load off.” No kidding. That said, it must be admitted that McClanahan’s lightness can occasionally, like Brautigan again, bleed into slightness, but if the worst thing you can say about a writer is that his not-bogging-you-down occasionally manifests as it-floats-off-on-the-breeze, he and his book are still in pretty fine shape. Anyway, the upshot is that we are all very much charmed/impressed/pleased by Scott McClanahan, and you should see if maybe you are too.
It’s worth noting, by the by, that this is not Giant’s first time delighting in Scott McClanahan. Back in January, Sam Pink reviewed Stories II. That post also conatins a story from the book, “The Couple,” which I think is exemplary and swell. And back last June, pr enthused about the original, Stories. And Scott’s own site is here.
March 14th, 2010 / 11:42 am
music is good and so is saturday

Another of Theo Jansen's marvelous Strandbeests, via Dennis Cooper's The Weaklings
Here’s an interview with Titus Andronicus about their album, The Monitor, which I’ve been enjoying the hell out of lately. Question: am I the only person who thinks that first question about the lyric fusing allusions to Springsteen and Billy Bragg in “A More Perfect Union” also contains a third reference that they don’t mention? The line they quote is “I never wanted to change the world/ but I’m looking for a new New Jersey”, which is the Bragg paraphrase (“I’m not looking for a new England”), but the next line is “Cuz tramps like us, baby we were born to die”, which obviously is Springsteen at the beginning, but did anyone else hear “born to die” and think CHOKING VICTIM? Seems like something these guys would have on their radar. Anyway. If you like the idea of something that sounds like Bright Eyes but with its ball intact, or some version of the Hold Steady that is just as passionate but never has quite as much fun, this is maybe your new jam.
Here’s a playlist by fantasy/sci-fi legend Michael Moorcock at Paper Cuts. This made me really happy to read–his thoughts on the Dead (at the top) and Dylan (at the bottom) pretty much describe my own feelings to a T. The rest is good too.
Sometimes I wonder why I still bother to go to Pitchfork. Then I remember. It’s because sometimes I learn stuff like this.
From the Archives of WTF (not held at UT Austin): The year is 1996, and Snoop Dogg is reviewing The Aristocats for Entertainment Weekly. (via Angela Petrella‘s facebook.)
And Boing Boing offers up Son House’s “Death Letter” as their Greatest Song of All Time of the Day.
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MDCNbacVt5w&
Gaga/Beyonce
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GQ95z6ywcBY&feature=player_embedded
Uh, this is kind of amazing. Pretty lame New York mag write-up here.


