July 2010

How To Teach A Writing Class (If You’re Cool)

Vicarious MFA & Web Hype / 16 Comments
July 27th, 2010 / 5:35 pm

1987 David Foster Wallace student evaluation

[Used with permission of Jessamyn West. Thank you to her.]

Behind the Scenes / 139 Comments
July 27th, 2010 / 4:20 pm

“it had this varnish all over it / we got this varnish all over us”

Deeply excited to spread of word of Emily Toder’s Brushes With, which is a little book about meeting shapes that’s coming out from Tarpaulin Sky. Stop shaving your home bases and practicing the same three chords and have a look at this. Excerpt after the jump:

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July 27th, 2010 / 4:04 pm

Alas, David: Finding Markson’s Library, by Kevin Lincoln

There are five books that used to belong to David Markson in my apartment right now.

There are also two books by David Markson. These have his name on the front, like you’d expect: on The Last Novel, written in thin, spare black lettering in the sky of the cover illustration, a foggy graveyard ephemeral below it; in the other—This Is Not A Novel—written in all-white lowercase below the novel’s—it is a novel, despite the—title, which features the interjection of an illustrated female nude as seen from behind and waist-up, a slight crescent moon above her.  As for the five that once belonged to him, they have his name written inside the front binding, in a hand that grows less ragged, looser, more fluent as the years go by:

in The Lime Twig by John Hawkes,

Markson

NYC ‘65

in Carpenter’s Gothic by William Gaddis

Markson

East Hampton ‘85

in The Counterlife by Philip Roth

Markson • NYC

‘89

in A Frolic of His Own by William Gaddis

Markson

NYC • 1993

in Agapē Agape by William Gaddis

Markson

——   2002

My experience with David Markson, appropriately enough, began with and is inextricable from The Strand, the New York City used bookstore he loved during his life.

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Author Spotlight / 26 Comments
July 27th, 2010 / 2:23 pm

HOW MUCH DO YOU CARE?

just hanging out in here. admire me. or not, i don't care.

How important to you is it to get your writing published? We’re probably all familiar to some degree with the feeling of “flow”, that creative euphoria you experience when immersed in creation, and we’re also probably acquainted with the intense (and rare) sense of personal satisfaction that comes from having created something that resembles (or even exceeds) something we conceptualized before we sat down to create it.  And then, of course, there’s that very different experience: the clotted/congested sensation of ushering it into the understandably indifferent world that reacts with form rejections or silence.  So do you care?  Or to phrase it differently: Would you still write if there were no chance of getting your work published?

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Random / 87 Comments
July 27th, 2010 / 11:05 am

Small Hours Time Difference Roundup

Hong Kong skyline w/ self-portrait & living room.

Hey it’s night time here but morning there–unless there is here for you, too, which if it is you should leave me a note and we should hang out. Anyway, here’s some stuff I’ve come across recently that might be of interest.

First, in honor of my being in Asia, here’s your weekly dose of Tao Lin- homeboy’s got “An Account of Being Arrested for ‘Trespassing’ NYU’s Bookstore” up at Gawker.

Hoist the blowhard flag! Ron Rosenbaum jumps a stack of sharks, and the moon too (jumps the moonshark? sharks the jumpmoon?)  propelled by nothing more than an endless current of his own hot air. If you thought that the Original of Laura was a tempest in a teapot, then his “next big Nabokov controversy” is, I don’t know, a cheerio on a baseball field or something. Basically, Rosenbaum takes the fact that the poem “Pale Fire” from the novel Pale Fire is going to be published as a de luxe essay-accompanied strand-alone by Gingko Press, in November, argues for a reading of the poem that boils down to “even when Nabokov was bad he was good,” and then flogs the fact with the argument like an octopus against a stone. When it’s over, four breathless screens later, he passes out in a sweaty heap of his own inane superlatives, leaving the Slate commentariat to communally shit the bed with rage, which they promptly do. In a fitting Kinbot(e)-ian irony, the most interesting piece of interesting and useful information in this article (to me, anyway) is the footnote-fact that the artist half of this art-book, Jean Holabird, was for many years a collaborator with the great poet, Tony Towle. Here’s a picture of the two of them together in 1981. You can see some samples of their collaborative work at Tony’s website (look down near the bottom).

You may or may not remember that I was also in Hong Kong this time last year, and my visit happened to coincide with the Hong Kong Book Fair. Well, it happened again- I came, and so did the Fair. So I went back. The line for entry was even longer this year, despite the controversial banning of the pseudo-models in effect for the first time. Once more the Kubrick bookstore/art-publisher booth won my vote for Best In Show. Unlike last year, where I just gawked, this year I came prepared to buy some art books–and I did. More on these later. I also made it over to the Hong Kong University Press booth and bought a few books about Hong Kong: Ken Nicolson’s The Happy Valley: A History and Tour of the Hong Kong Cemetery, after reading about it this morning in this article in the HK Weekly, and Ackbar Abbas‘s Hong Kong: Culture and the Politics of Disappearance.

In non-meatspace news, a preview of The Incongruous Quarterly #1 is now available. The new magazine will have fiction, poetry, and a section called “Kill Fee,” which will feature “Work that was originally meant for other publications gets a new lease on life. Featuring art, essays, fiction and articles that were supposed to belong to the New York Times, the Believer, the Globe and Mail, NPR, Daily News and Analysis India and more.” This is especially interesting, because I had been under the impression that the term “kill fee” was invented by the Paris Review two weeks ago, so I can only wonder where these guys heard it. Speaking of which, I’ll end this post in my least-favorite way possible, which is with a self-correction & apology. I contributed a piece of bona fide “shit talk” to the comment thread attached to this post of Blake’s. Without rehashing what it was I had a bug up my ass about, let me just say that I completely misunderstood what I read, and responded from a position of pure ignorance. So, you know–sorry.

Roundup / 11 Comments
July 27th, 2010 / 8:39 am

Harry Houdini on Writing

“No performer should attempt to bite off red-hot iron unless he has a good set of teeth.”

“My professional life has been a constant record of disillusion, and many things that seem wonderful to most men are the every-day commonplaces of my business.”

“Only one man ever betrayed my confidence, and that only in a minor matter.”

“The great day of the Fire-eater–or, should I say, the day of the great Fire-eater–has passed.”

“It is still an open question, however, as to what extent exposure really injures a performer.”

Craft Notes / 10 Comments
July 26th, 2010 / 9:43 pm

Books from David Markson’s personal library have been showing up in bulk at The Strand. Sad. If anybody gets some, would love to hear more about his notes. I knew living in New York was good for something.

Postscript to Word Space (18): Andrew Ervin

[Andrew Ervin is still the author of Extraordinary Renditions, coming this fall from Coffee House Press and which Publisher’s Weekly recently named their “Pick of the Week.”]

Since February, when this original Word Spaces feature ran, I have decided to move back to Philadelphia. I thought it might be interesting to look at what happens when one’s writing area is dismantled, when it stops being what it is. It’s kind of cool and kind of terrifying at the same time.

Here are the crop circles that the buckling stacks of milk-crate bookshelves left in the rug.

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Word Spaces / 2 Comments
July 26th, 2010 / 2:04 pm

Smokelong Quarterly 28

The 28th outing of Smokelong Quarterly is a massive double issue you’re going to want to read.

Uncategorized / 2 Comments
July 26th, 2010 / 1:59 pm