Showing posts with label Books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Books. Show all posts

Monday, November 16, 2009

A literary aside

I'm not sure what this is all about, but I'm seeing either a pure coincidence, a collective focus of contemplations, or just a weird marketing trend in the world of short fiction. Three books I'm hearing about are:
  • Barb Johnson's More of This World or Maybe Another;
  • Laura van der Berg's What the World Will Look Like When All the Water Leaves Us; and
  • Lori Ostlund's The Bigness of the World.

Ladies, I don't undertsand what's happening with the world and I have no idea what any of your stories might be about, but all of your titles intrigue me as phrases suggesting vague, profound things often do. I will read the first three to five pages of whichever of your books is in stock/most easily accessible at my local branch of the library, and then possibly read more.

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Thoughts on a book

This is a blog about music.

I am a blogger who blogs about music.

This is not a blog post about music.

This past week saw the publication of Collected Stories by Raymond Carver, with whom I’ve been a bit obsessed lately. In particular, I’ve been obsessing over the edits Gordon Lish famously made to Carver’s draft of a story called “Beginners,” which would eventually become a story celebrated and studied as among of the finest of its century.

Collected Stories contains unedited drafts of even more stories, and I have for some time been looking forward to seeing them.

As a listener of much music, it’s almost strange to consider that not all art-forms lend themselves to variation, cover, remix, etc. To hear a recording of Townes Van Zandt playing his best songs live and solo is ear-opening indeed, but it is expected. To hear “Kids” transformed by some unknown DJ or "Where It's At" mutated by beck himself can be exciting and even a bit enlightening, perhaps, but it’s no big deal. That’s what happens with music. Jose Gonzalez covers The Knife, Iron and Wine reinterprets The Postal Service and you have some chilled out adaptations of what might be modern classics to throw on your fancy Nano.

“Car Crash While Hitchhiking” cannot be chilled out.

To hear Tobias Wolff read Denis Johnson’s “Emergency” is interesting, and to hear him discuss it is quite edifying. But the story is the story, and it ends the same whether Johnson or Wolff or I read it, whether silently or aloud. It’s the same each time and we don’t get to know it as anything else. And that’s cool; that’s the way we interact with most published literature.

Only occasionally will an author’s notes, edits or early drafts see light beyond some library’s archives. But this week is such an occasion. Debate over whether the stories benefited from Lish’s extensive edits to Carver’s rather less cynical voice will likely burn on for some time. What's striking is how heavy Lish's pen was. It's almost as though the Carver stories we've come to love were just cover versions of Carver's stories. “What We Talk About…” starts stronger—and surprisingly more minimalist—than “Beginners.” But I like Herb’s lengthy narrative about the elderly couple, and I prefer the original, somewhat indulgent ending as well. On the other hand, I think Lish’s truncation of the ending of “One More Thing” makes a great story profound… But I’m years removed from my study of English, and have little to offer anyhow but unformed opinions and the sentiment that I’m glad to see this book arrive. It may not be the unblemished collection that Tess Gallagher has been pushing for, but it’s damned close.

At risk of stretching it, reading Carver’s unedited drafts is similar to hearing Dylan’s varying verses of “Mississippi” on Tell Tale Signs (excepting that Dylan presumably made his own edits). Since that’s the best musical connection I can come up with right now, here are some earlier versions of that tune, as well as the final cut.

Bob Dylan: "Mississippi" (version #1):


Bob Dylan: "Mississippi" (version #3):

Bob Dylan: "Mississippi" (album version):

Sunday, March 1, 2009

Airborne Toxic Event Monday at Mr. Small's

Sure, it’s at least a little pretentious for a band to name themselves after anything taken from a DeLillo novel. But damn if it isn’t up there in my mind with Gatsby and Grapes of Wrath as holding some of the finest final pages of any American novel:

The supermarket shelves have been rearranged. It happened one day without warning. There is agitation and panic in the aisles, dismay in the faces of older shoppers... There is a sense of wandering now, an aimless and haunted mood, sweet-tempered people taken to the edge. They scrutinize the small print on packages, wary of a second level of betrayal. The men scan for stamped dates, the women for ingredients. Many have trouble making out the words. Smeared print, ghost images. But in the end it doesn’t matter what they see or think they see. The terminals are equipped with holographic scanners, which decode the binary secret of every item, infallibly. This is the language of waves and radiation, or how the dead speak to the living. And this is where we wait together, regardless of age, our carts stocked with brightly colored goods. A slowly moving line, satisfying, giving us time to glance at the tabloids in the racks. Everything we need that is not food or love is here in the tabloid racks. The tales of the supernatural and the extraterrestrial. The miracle vitamins, the cures for cancer, the remedies for obesity. The cults of the famous and the dead.

- Don DeLillo, White Noise

Airborne Toxic Event will be at Mr. Small’s tomorrow night. If you miss the show, still try and make it a point to read the book sometime in your life. And if you don't do that, maybe pick up the band's eponymous CD. It may not rock you like a DeLillo novel, but it's pretty solid stuff.

Download:
The Airborne Toxic Event – “Sometime Around Midnight” (Mediafire link)