Being underrated is overrated; being overrated is sad; Being John Malkovich was okay; Being and Nothingness was on my shelf unread for five years; Five years by Bowie is great; greatness is overrated, not that I would know; knowledge is not knowing; knowing is stupid, you know?
This should have thrilled, but rather bored. I think it’s the use of “luminaries”? More about the shop’s history than the actual festival? And the closing quote by Pullman? I’m grumpy?
La Petite Zine, Issue 24
Issue 24 of La Petite Zine is out now. It is a fantastic read. I’m halfway through. Here are some lines I particularly liked from the first half: READ MORE >
June 21st, 2010 / 3:07 pm
Tomorrow you’re homeless, tonight it’s a blast.
Someone should write a cultural history of the celebratory sports riot.
Scratch that. Someone should give me a large enough grant or advance so I can quit my job and spend the next year or so researching and writing a cultural history of the celebratory sports riot.
(File this under a brand new category of HTML Giant post: Pitchin’ Shit to the Aether.)
When I first took a job as stripper, I had no sense that my decision to do so would have any real, far reaching effects on my life. To the contrary, I found in sex work a solution to very nearly all my problems at the time. No longer homesick or lonely, my new job not only remedied the un-belonging I’d experienced as a foreigner, but— as a product of a broken, working-class household, the first in her family to go to college, let alone study abroad– through sex work I discovered in myself a seemingly unending source of power and autonomy relating but not only having to do with my newfound ability to make money, and lots of it, anywhere in the world. And yet…
– from “Not Safe for Work,” an essay by my friend, Melissa Petro, about the lasting stigma associated not with being but with having ever been a sex worker. It is on the front page of the Rumpus today, and despite its title does not actually contain anything that will get you in trouble at your job. Which is just one reason why you should go read it now.
Risky Business
A Visit from the Goon Squad by Jennifer Egan (Random House)
pp. 288, $25.95 list ($14.27 at above-linked B&N)
Reviewed by Jennifer Bassett
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Jennifer Egan’s latest novel A Visit from the Goon Squad is a hard to put down cross between trashy rock n’ roll fiction and post-modern masterpiece. It glitters as much as it stumbles—but overall, it further affirms Egan (as did her last novel The Keep) as one of the most interesting and exciting writers working today.
The novel, which reads more like interrelated short stories circles around aging punk rocker turned big-time record exec Bennie Salazar and his kleptomaniac assistant Sasha. From here, we learn of the various people they are associated with – from Bennie’s past as a punk kid in San Francisco circa 1979 to Sasha’s years in seedy Naples as a teenaged runaway. There’s also the would-be starlet who shuns the spotlight after an interview gone awry and the failed publicist who takes a job helping out a Latin American dictator in order to support her daughter and revitalize her career. Overall, these characters are all united through their relationship to time and music—the music bringing the characters back to one pivotal moment that, even as the age, they still seem to exist in.
June 21st, 2010 / 11:29 am
From the Christian Science Monitor:
International opinion has battered Israel in the aftermath of its commando raid on the flotilla of aid trying to break the Gaza blockade.
I had to read it twice, because I thought there was no way they’d allow so much slant rhyme in an editorial. Should journalists write rap lyrics more often or less rarely?
Constrain me, baby.
People, it seems, want to hear about constraints.
In grad school, I did an independent study with Steve Tomasula on the OuLiPo, short for Ouvroir de littérature potentielle, or workshop of potential literature. I’d read Calvino and Perec before and had a rough idea about what they were about, but yeah, it was a pretty amazing semester. So here’s the simple version of OuLiPo: The OuLiPo is a group of writers and mathematicians who believe that writing reaches its truest potential when constraints are put on the writer during the process of writing. A few obvious examples: Perec wrote a novel without using the letter e. In French. The OuLiPo came up with all sorts of constraints, whether lipograms, palindromes, N+7, or so on. You can look these up, if you want.
Drunk On That Vintage Kick
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nCKtEvjoGOs
Some things are inept in their own time. And like a fine wine, they have to age.