- Jason Pinter has landed a new gig. This augurs well for St. Martin’s.
- Susan Henderson has kicked off an interesting discussion about writing style. Me? I’d define mine as “thuggish intellectual,” and I’m quite happy with that niche. (via The Publishing Spot)
- I’m not sure what The Nervous Breakdown is exactly, but anything involving Elizabeth Crane can’t be bad.
- Ian Hocking has a step-by-step guide on how to interview David Mitchell. It reminds me very much of the inauspicious debut of The Bat Segundo Show. Thankfully, the interviewing deficiencies were improved upon fifty shows later. (It also helps that Mitchell’s a very nice guy.) (via Splinters)
- Dan Green has an interesting post on how critics misperceived John Updike’s Terrorist. I would agree that Terrorist isn’t one of Updike’s best, but I was equally surprised by the manner in which Updike’s imagery was dismissed by many critics. Is this the grimy underbelly of a critical community more content with psychological realism than an author’s ability to use language to connote mood and feeling?
- Bella Stander has a first-hand account of the NBCC reading.
- A new audio interview with George Saunders.
- Elizabeth Dewberry offers a contrarian take on AWP.
- Sweet Jesus. Tony Pierce is covering SXSW like a madman. (via Pinky’s Paperhaus)
- Should people read speculative fiction because of its predictive powers? Matt Cheney on the subject.
- Gideon Lewis-Kraus talks with Banville. I’m surprised again that
Mr. Sarvas is asleep at the wheel on this one, even if he did only just come back from across the Atlantic. It turns out that I’m the one asleep at the wheel. (via Jenny D) - V.S. Naipaul on collecting other people’s stories. What does that make him? A venture nonfictionalist? (via James Tata)
- Man, when it rains, it pours. The Union Square Cody’s store may be closing. (via Frances)
- Bill Peschel summarizes Scalzi’s book on writing.
- Another year, another Blooker.
Month / March 2007
Roundup
- Publishers Weekly reports that total bookstore sales have taken a 1.0% dip in January — this, as retail as a whole rose 4.0%. The question, and perhaps this is something that booksellers might answer here, is whether or not this represents a definitive death knell. Do people feel less inclined to purchase books in January because they are too busy reading the books they received for Christmas?
- Lee Goldberg contends with a nutjob.
- Nick Hornby goes YA. The book will tell the tale of a young boy terrified of saying anything even remotely bad against the books he reads and chronicles his transformation from a writer of promise to a dull and uninteresting person.
- Go Firmin go!
- I try to keep my literary ecstasy at a minimum here, reserving my praise for titles that truly deserve it. But Lionel Shriver’s The Post-Birthday World is most definitely worth your time. It may just be my favorite book of 2007 (so far). I’m afraid that I was slow on the draw trying to line up an outlet where I could set forth my thoughts on this ambitious and extremely interesting novel at length, outlining the book’s pitch-perfect observations about relationships and its fascinating riffs upon life choices. Thankfully, Heller McAlpin offers a few reasons why. While I may not get my two hours back from Sliding Doors, I’m very glad that Shriver’s book has made up for that cinematic atrocity.
- Francine Prose has been named the president of PEN. I can’t think of a better person for the job.
n+1: A Worthless Rag
Garth at The Millions has some choice words to say about an “essay” that appeared in Issue 5 of n + 1, attacking litblogs. I’ve read the article in question.
Let me just say that I’m not against third parties taking litblogs to task. In fact, informed criticism is a healthy manner of keeping the conversation alive. What I object to is an uninformed statement that goes after any target without using supporting examples. n + 1, with this essay and the adolescent posturing seen in “The Decivilizing Process” has cemented its status as a worthless publication that is intellectually unfit to stand up against The Believer. I’ll confess that it took me a few years to warm up to The Believer, but, after a shaky start, it seems to be turning a corner, expanding its scope, penetrating more obscure and darker pastures and offering all manner of helpful reference points for the curious within its articles. Sure, The Believer still has a bit of a naive sense of wonder attached, and I’m not sure if its play-nice review coverage is entirely honest. But I’ve read the March 2007 issue of The Believer and greatly enjoyed this quirky article on Roberto Bolaño and Stephen Elliott’s lengthy essay, which is one of the most candid essays I’ve seen in The Believer‘s pages.
n + 1, by contrast, is nothing more than hollow posturing. More noise than signal. It believes that risk can be found through poorly thought out statements of outrage. It dabbles in masturbation, literally and figuratively, in a manner reminiscent of obnoxious liberal arts majors with too much time on their hands. Take this excerpt:
At one point the feminist writer Lonnie Barbach even suggested that men’s propensity to ejaculate before their female partners had achieved orgasm was the result not of selfishness but of an oppressive anti-masturbatory regime that taught boys to come as quickly as possible so as to avoid detection by their parents and schoolmasters.
Now to me, regardless of whether I agree with this or not, Barbach’s is an interesting idea. And a good essayist would address the current masturbation situation, either though specific quotes or interviews, or attempt to examine why Barbach drew this association. But instead of trying to place this Barbach paraphrase into context, or to even consider Barbach’s premise at face value, this assertion is followed up with these sentences: “Now this—this was solidarity. Masturbation had achieved the height of its moral prestige.”
$12 for this nonsense? For generalizations more content to waltz around an idea rather than plunge into it?
Why pay $12 when I can have some starry-eyed undergraduate hand me some pamphlet laced with this kind of doggerel for free?
“On Chesil Beach” Excerpt Online
I don’t know how I missed this a few months ago, but you can read a portion of Ian McEwan’s forthcoming book online.
Work in Progress
Turn to page 123 in your work-in-progress. (If you haven’t gotten to page 123 yet, then turn to page 23. If you haven’t gotten there yet, then get busy and write page 23.) Count down four sentences and then instead of just the fifth sentence, give us the whole paragraph.
Here’s mine:
Kate stretched out her arms, as Alex removed her coat in a manner that struck Jack as vaguely seductive. As the coat slipped off, Kate looked to Jack like a beardless Christ with a good body. He didn’t know whether to be horrified or turned on.