Well. That'll teach me to attempt to bake when I should have been writing papers.
Poor beignets, you would have been so delicious.

So something like 11 years after it's original release, I finally watched Grosse Pointe Blank. I think I might be just a little more enamored with John Cusack than I was before.
Movie rating: brilliant.

I read half a book last night. And another book the night before. Neither of which were worth admitting to. I figure it's like stretching before you run the race? In the near future I think I'm going to step it up a level with some John Irving. If that goes well, maybe I'll increase the weight to something literary like Camus or Sontag or Dubus III.

books.

I finished a novel last night. It's the first novel that I've read in months. I was ecstatically disappointed by the book, but the act of reading in itself felt genuinely good. Maybe I'll start reading books again. Books were, after all, my first love.

I want to be a poet like this.

I can't wrap my head around Lara Glenum. This is a very bad thing, when I have to write a review of her book.


For those of you unfamiliar, you can read her poems here, here, and here.

Lara Glenum

Off to teatime, I muttered, spitting out history like a terrible pill.

Why Graham Foust is better than dessert

This Poem

was not supposed to exist.
It replaces another one
that committed suicide.

Of all the cameraless places
I've seen me, this unbuilt room
is most like a poem.

I come to it
unquiet. I fill
the unbuilt room.

This is this poem.
This is that poem.
There is no truer suture.

Note

Graham Foust=yes.



That is all.

Wichita

Seemingly delightful little town.



Now, I go write something.

http://movies.yahoo.com/movie/1809834155/video/4367764

This is what I'll be doing, come Christmas day.

dream

I'm starting to toy with the idea of starting a separate blog to record the messed up dreams I have. But since I haven't yet, I'll post this one now.

I was on some sort of vacation with the women in my family (and one or two males, I think?) But somehow my cousin and I convinced our mothers (who were in charge) that we should rent motorcycles and tour the region we were in (I think it was Southish-- maybe Florida?) At any rate, I fell asleep in the dream and when I woke up, it was just my cousin and I, but they'd left us a motorcycle to share (and weird looking helmets). And there was a woman there, named Phyllis, that we were apparently related to. Except that she was crazy. And a vampire. But not one of those undead-must-stab-through-heart-vampires. She was mortal. And just fucking crazy. And evil. And she starts telling us this story about her life. And how she used to run a daycare and she'd drink the blood of the kids she'd watch (not enough to kill them) and how she had a lottery system set into place that involved these toys hanging on hooks on the wall, but the string used to attach them was attached to a spike that pulled out of the toy-- a single spike meant you were off the hook that week, but if you got a multi-pronged hook you were the lucky one. In the dream, she actually hands us two of the sheathed spikes, but we both come up with singles. And while she's telling us this story, my cousin and I somehow managed to get hold of knives (but they're little, like steak knives) and we're trying to hide them from her because we're not sure why she's telling us this story and if she intends to try and drink our blood and in my head in my dream I'm wondering the law would rule this as a moment of self defense. At that point I woke myself up.

Have I ever mentioned that most of my dreams seem to run like films? Films shot with multiple cameras and decent editing? And flashbacks. When she starts telling us the story about the spikes (which looked like short kabob sticks-- the metal, reusable kind), my dream went into a flashback so I could actually see the crying, terrified looks of the kids pulling toys off the hooks.

Good start to a day, eh?

What do you do when you don't know what to do?

thought on film

I saw Stardust Wednesday night. I don't make it into movie theatres very often, but I wanted to really try to see this film. I'm glad I did, I thought it was excellent.

Beyond that, the friend I saw it with and I sat there through the previews commenting on the sheer mass of previews for fantasy films. I remarked to her that fantasy is the new golden age of Hollywood. The original golden age of Hollywood, by my definition is that of the forties and fifties when things were vividly in technicolor, and Hollywood made an effort to be happy and innocent. Movies were our escape. (This is not to say that all films were this way, but that it was the overall mainstream feel of the era.)

I would be shocked to think that I was the first to have these thoughts, and would automatically assume that someone else has written about it more eloquently and intellecutally than I, but I progress: Fantasy is the new golden age of Hollywood because our cultural levels of despair, fear, and worldliness have reached a level at which we cannot suspend our disbelief to accept innocence as presented in our world because its so fleeting in our own lives. So, in order to reclaim the sense of innocence that functions as an emotional safety blanket, we create worlds of fantasy where danger and adventure may exist, but they exist in an overarching feeling of innocence.

Thoughts? Rebuttals?

Twelve hour work days on my feet outside in the cool are no fun. I really need to stop blithering away my days and do something constructive. Like write poetry.

Mantras.

Everyone should have at least one. And try to adhere to them.

oh to edit a summers worth of poems-- there should be more than there are, I think.

I think I want to move to Bellingham.

or maybe Boston. Or Memphis. Or St. Louis.

But really, I think Bellingham.

Have you ever watched a jumper? My boss showed me the video. The jumper never hesitated. I couldn't stop watching.

Most Phenomenal movie...

"Too many guys think I'm a concept, or I complete them, or I'm gonna make them alive. But I'm just a fucked-up girl who's lookin' for my own piece of mind; don't assign me yours."

I have decided that my personification of sleep right now is a thug in a dark alley with brass knuckles, a personal vendetta, and a point to prove.

And yes, the time stamp is correct. And yes, I'm exhausted.

I've also decided to start writing poetry at work instead of fucking around so much on the internet. Poetry to follow, maybe later today or tomorrow- assuming screwing off at work goes well.

Surreal morning.

Evening Reading

Does anyone else read the Post Secret blog? It blows my mind. I've been reading the comments page for the last three hours. Tell me a secret- you can do it anonymously if you so choose.

minor announcement

I just finished The Prestige and my mind is sufficiently blown.

I have a new car. I kind of like it.

I just spent money I don't have on books

McSweeneys is sending me:

Baby Be of Use Four-Book Bundle
End of I. Bundle
The Better of McSweeney's
The Secret Language of Sleep: A Couple's Guide to the Thirty-Nine Positions

The Baby Be of Use series includes such titles as "Baby Fix My Car", "Baby Do My Banking", "Baby Make Me Breakfast" and my favorite (based on title alone), "Baby Mix Me A Drink". Anyone who chooses to procreate in the next few years is possibly going to hate me.


The "End of I" bundle is two books by Stephen Dixon (who Michael recommended to me after I wrote some really atrocious dialogue).

The Better of McSweeney's is a compilation including writers like George Saunders.

The Secret Language of Sleep just looks amusing.

Total number of books bought: 8
Total money spent, including shipping: $50

Now Granted, I don't really have $50 to spend, but McSweeneys is having a huge, gigantic sale right now, so you should go support them, because I love them and think they're unendingly entertaining.

You can find McSweeney's here: McSweeneys

Go check them out, damnit.

My brother (who's 33) is now my MySpace friend. And unbeknownst to both of us, we have the same customized background. And besides Tom, right now I'm his only friend. It's still better than the thought of being facebooked by my Brother-in-law. Kind of awkward.

Just so all one of you who reads this knows, I have no internet right now. I'm reduced to pirating off of unsecured networks. Yeah, I'm pretty horrified too.

A cocktail party, in which my head is the guest of honor

head, meet table. (loud crashing sounds)
head, meet brick wall. (more loud crashing sounds)
head, meet metal barrel. (loud, metallic crashing sounds)
head, meet windshield. (loud, glass-shattering crashing sounds)
head, meet firedoor. (loud, dense crashing sounds)
head, meet metal post. (loud, pseudo-echoing sounds)
head, meet steering. wheel (loud, horn sounds)
head, meet register. (loud, metal sliding sounds)


head, meet creative work. (silence)
head, meet rhetorical analysis project. (head tentatively shakes hands)
head, meet portfolio revisions. (head edges away towards the door)
head, meet senior thesis. (head runs away screaming)

Thank Yous

1. Thank you to Megan for calling my attention to the word Crème Brulée.
(Crème Brulée, with it's
accent lines, is beautiful, like
the symmetry of a Warhol, folding
into itself like the set of my first
linen napkins.)

2. Thank you to Chelsea for coming to Senior Thesis presentations tonight. I almost claimed you as my guest (even though, technically, you weren't), but decided not to embarrass you. It was nice to see a supportive soul in the audience whose attendance wasn't mandatory.

3. Thank you to those of you who have been giving me workshop quality comments on my random mind-explosions (ie poem-things). While I am very appreciative of these most helpful gestures, I want to make sure that you realize you are in fact encouraging this bad behavior and may, therefore, be inadvertently responsible for me posting more poems. Just so you're aware.

Sigh

Bret, we can get slammed in workshop together. You for not finishing your story and me for not having an actual story. But at least we have something and at least it's our last workshop.

Side note

Today at work I caught myself paraphrasing Barthelme.

Coworker: How do you like your new apartment?
Me: I think it'll suit me fine.

The post I promised you-- it's about books

Okay...

So once I got over the fact that Chelsea broke out of our little fiction cult and actually made real internet friends...naturally I started reading their blogs. One thing that really caught my eye was the lists of books....to be read, to be owned, to read again, all time favorites... the lists went on for what seemed to be forever.

This, naturally, got me to think about my own library. Some people think that I'm well read, but I'm not so sure. I read a little here, and a little there, frequently for class, sometimes serendipity throws books into my lap. Having a job at the parking garage last summer allowed me to read 10,000 pages. A lot of those pages belonged to books that I'm not going to admit to have read. A few of them, I will though. Last summer I read Gore Vidal for the first time, and I'm still thinking about that book (all 500+ pages). I also read Saunder's other story collection (Pastoralia, which I highly recommend), and ZZ Packer's collection (which I had really mixed feelings about). I have a lot of random books on my shelf that look pseudo-impressive, and some books that don't. I love buying books, sometimes I buy by author, sometimes by title, occasionally by cover (the back one, not the...okay sometimes by the front one).

But there's a lot out there that I haven't read. Like Hamlet. I fucking hate Hamlet...can't do it. I've also not read a lot of Faulkner (okay almost no Faulkner) same for Hemingway. I've also not read the novels of Garcia Marquez (despite having loved his short fiction in high school...if you're ever looking for short stories and you're bored, check out Strange Pilgrims by Gabriel Garcia Marquez). The only Joyce I've ever read is Araby. My Woolf oeuvre is pathetic. I still haven't read Jhumpa Lahiri's novel (The Namesake). I haven't read House of the Spirits (Allende). I never made it through Rushdie's Midnight's Children (started it though). I've started Camus's The Plague at least twice, haven't finished it yet. I didn't finish Lolita. I've not read much Henry James. I started a Phillip Roth book once (can't remember which one). I've also not been exposed to a lot of contemporary fiction. The problem with contemporary fiction is that I don't really even know the names to go after.

The other problem is that I was an over-ambitious reader when I was younger. I read Catcher in the Rye when I was twelve. I'm pretty sure that most of the book went over my head because after I finished it, I wondered what the big deal was about. I'm pretty sure I haven't head Jane Eyre in 10 years. I reread most of my Austen library (again, definitely not complete) last year for the first time in almost ten years. I think I read Lolita too young, I was maybe 15 or 16. I know I was too young to really appreciate Arundati Roy's The God of Small Things (again, maybe 14?)-- I got the book, but I didn't really like it. I read Slaughterhouse V when I was maybe 15-- again, a book that went over my head at the time. I'm trying to brainstorm books that I've read and this would be so much easier if I were at my parents house (where the bulk of my books are living).

So, I as I was reading these lists on Angelle's blog, I started thinking about my essential books. Beloved (Toni Morrisson) is definitely on there. I read it the summer before my senior year of high school, and I'm still thinking about it. The Autobiography of Malcolm X changed the way that I saw the world (and it was great fun reading it when I was in Mississippi for three weeks). Daniel Quinn's books gave me one of the biggest head-fucks I've ever had, and I'm still grateful for it. I love the adult fiction of Roald Dahl-- to me he's one of the best story tellers of the 20th century and if none of you have read him, go track down his stories "Royal Jelly" and "The Great Automatic Grammatisator"... hell, get the entire Omnibus, you won't regret it. The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera was probably the most phenomenal book I read sophomore year (of college). I know there are other books, but they're slipping my mind. Julie Orringer, if she continues to live in my head, will make this list.

So anyways, now that you've suffered through reading this ill-organized and unaesthetic looking blog entry, I'm charging you, reader, with a task. Tell me what to read. Help me draft a list.

Also, Chelsea, if you become a literary agent, and I make it to that point, will you consider representing me?

Bookmark

I feel really guilty for having not posted since Monday. However, I'm exhausted and putting my thoughts together now isn't going to work well. So I'm going to sleep now and write a good, solid, thought/conversation provoking post in the morning. Or afternoon.

Because I'm feeling competitive

or something. I just felt like pointing out that I, too, have had over 400 visits, and I think my Malaysia beats your China (which I've already had twice).

Charles,

Check this out: http://www.mcsweeneys.net

And then think about this:
http://www.mcsweeneys.net/submit/web.html

and I have reached that point...

I got nothing.

R.I.P. Kurt Vonnegut, 1922-2007.


(according to Wiki)

On pages 9 and 10 of his book, Bagombo Snuff Box: Uncollected Short Fiction, Vonnegut stated that there are eight rules for writing a short story.

1. Use the time of a total stranger in such a way that he or she will not feel the time was wasted.
2. Give the reader at least one character he or she can root for.
3. Every character should want something, even if it is only a glass of water.
4. Every sentence must do one of two things -- reveal character or advance the action.
5. Start as close to the end as possible.
6. Be a sadist. No matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them -- in order that the reader may see what they are made of.
7. Write to please just one person. If you open a window and make love to the world, so to speak, your story will get pneumonia.
8. Give your readers as much information as possible as soon as possible. To heck with suspense. Readers should have such complete understanding of what is going on, where and why, that they could finish the story themselves, should cockroaches eat the last few pages.

on writing.

This is when I feel like banging my head against the wall. Someone plot my stories for me, and then I'll write them and then they'll get done, and then life will be good. Ok?

I feel so alone in Blogland. Where have all of my internet-friends gone?

Non-writing related confession

Last night I watched some of Return of the Jedi with my four year old niece and seven year old nephew. This is not worthy of a confession, but brought on what I am now about to confess:

I have never seen Star Wars.
I have never seen episode four, episode five, episode six.
Nor have I ever seen episode one, episode two, or episode three.

However, I have a plan to remedy this, so don't hurt me yet. Someday, when I start having whole spans of 24hrs plus off, I'm going to rent all six of them and start with Episode one (I hear the first three are worse than the last three, and if I watch them all in order, I won't be so let down).

I suppose if I tried, I could make this relate to writing, somehow.

The Gospel of Cary

(this might be a record breaking list)

1. "Where something is found, there look again."
2. The story is in the details and consequences
3. "I know well from my husband & I ridin around in the country side..."
4. It's okay to think of the dead as brats
5. "fondle details"
6. "She's not doing a dad-gum thing"
7. Merry-Go-Sorry starts with the Cicada in Cary's lemon dish
8. Whatever you're writing, you have to include from the here & now-- your life, contemporary, no matter what time you're writing in
9. A good story absorbs everything in it's path and just keeps going
10. If you open with action, then you have to move into inner character
11. You have to write in scene-- moment by moment in real time-- smell? sound?
12. Find the Book of Lists.
13. Turn the readers' expectations against themselves
14. "unusual emotional flavors"
15. Become a tour guide in Colonial Williamsburg (to get over shyness)
16. Teaching is good for social interaction and editing skill improvements
17. Write 2 pages a day-- you can make a career off that
18. you have to KEEP ON
19. Cary's been an "emerging writer" for years
20. Cary is goo.
21. Everyone copies-- you can learn something everywhere
22. Read lots of nonfiction-- you have to write what you know AND keep adding to it
23. Anything you find interesting belongs in your work (what you love)
24. You can never have too many books.
25. Look at the over size books with photos (in the Library)... take a magnifying glass.
26. Every writer is regional in his own way.
27. "queasy makin"
28. We write because of our romance with the books we love
29. Take notes on stories- but don't know how it ends
30. Every story has a beginning, a muddle, and an end
31. you should only write about characters who are in trouble and at the end of their ropes.
32. If you have sympathy and empathy for your characters- the reader will too.
33. "Notes like vegetable stew"
34. "Orphaned anecdotes"
35. Memory exercise: Over the weekend, make a list of the names of everyone you've ever met.
36. Learn to remember/memorize
37. "a great packer of suitcases and slammer of doors"
38. We hear the voices of our family when we write
39. The market favors short story cycles (intertwined short stories like Anderson's Winesburg, Ohio)
40. Just dream it. It's more alike than different between then and now" (on writing a period piece)
41. It's okay to write a story because you want to write a story that includes The Beegees
42. Every Story must have 3 elements: 1) a precise & suspenseful plot, 2) a sense of urgency (burning) and 3) a sense of ownership over the material.
43. Your stories belong to you. Don't talk about them00 it takes the pressure off of you to write it.
44. "Follow the pain"
45. write about human experience.
46. Use all of the depths of the language available to you.
47. Don't show off your research, make it organic, make historical dialogue/regionalism sound normal and contemporary.
48. Dialogue is written for the eye, not the ear. Do dialect/history with a very light hand
49. Any story that gives you delight should be part of your emotional life permanently.
50. we write not because we have something to say, but because we feel when we read
51. When you have something to say, you write an editorial
52. anything human is political
53. you can only get over the wall of frustration by reaching it and letting it build up
54. "the well of fear & loneliness"
55. whatever should happen in your story is what happens next to you when you get up and go to the next room.
56. Do character analysis-- know and commit to your characters
57. Faulkner was a great writer but he also wrote a lot of crap
58. No writer is so consistent that they give other writers a reason not to write
59. Don't lose the reader or get cagey-- don't trick the reader-- they get unhappy that way
60. 1st person narrators are notoriously unreliable
61. don't make your reader feel dumb
62. Language is a clumsy tool.
63. He who accepts good advice increases his ability
64. You can learn from the aesthetics of a writer you don't like
65. Poetry is good for fiction
66. mice characters= good, especially when they die horrifically and rejuvenate the next day
67. landscape is character
68. no more wine for me at dinner.
69. there should aways be some element of mystery and suspense
70. Revision is 90% of writing
71. You don't have to find the answers in a story-- sometimes you just ask more questions.
72. writing fiction is part memory and a lot of invention.

At the end of the semester, I'll publish a giant book list from all of the writers' reading recommendations (except Bapsi because I didn't get hers).

Life of Intern, last 48hrs (approximately)

Sunday, April 1st
6:44am wake up with burning throat, guzzle water, attempt to go back to sleep. FAIL.
8:30am get up, make poster, attempt to get poster to print. FAIL.
9:55am work.
12:50pm Leave work as throat is swelling shut. Proceed immediately to Linc Care
3:30pm Leave Linc Care with no diagnosis but with a prescription for antibiotics
4pmish attempt to eat something
5:30pm attempt to sleep off pain in throat/glands. FAIL.
8:30pm wake up, realize pain is worse. call someone else to fill prescription as pharmacy within walking distance is closed and should probably not operate motor-vehicle in this state.
10pm take antibiotic, unaware of side effects.
11pm attempt to sleep. FAIL.

Monday, April 2nd
12am become aware of side effects of antibiotic. Spend hours in fetal position as stomach tries to plow way out of self.
1amish fever kicks in
2am still awake, in misery.
3am still awake, in misery.
4am still awake, in misery but realize that sinuses have partially cleared.
5am still awake, in misery.
6am still awake, in misery, but fever is breaking.
7am attempt to call in sick to work, can barely do so as have no voice.
7:10am sleep, blessed, blessed sleep.
2:30pm wake up. delighted to find strawberry jello. try a little ravioli too.
3pm take antibiotic, again.
4pm wait for side effects to pass.
5:30pm more sleep.
8:30pm jello, part two.
9pm attempt to work on resume. word not compliant.
10pm attempt to sleep. FAIL.
11pm attempt to sleep. FAIL.

Tuesday, April 3rd
12am attempt to sleep. FAIL.
1am attempt to sleep. FAIL.
2am sleep.
3am sleep.
4am sleep.
5am wake up. Note appearance of cough. attempt to go back to sleep. FAIL.
6am attempt to sleep. FAIL.
7am attempt to sleep. FAIL.
8am email professors. Eat more jell-o. determine that jello-o x4 might = gagging.
8:30am blog.

List 'o' Bapsi

Let's see if I can get this done before I pass out again.

1. Little shifts in politics mean big feelings
2. conservative Muslims in power make women feel uncomfortable
3. Bapsi writes a strong mix of fiction & autobiography
4. Bapsi does not write exoticized accounts that pander to others' tastes
5. Cracking India became a movie because it had "India" in the title
6. The Earth demands bloodshed (I love that line)
7. Women have insecurities about the future
8. the basic concepts and facts about the Zoroastrian people
9. The narration in Cracking India was replaced by a specific camera angle in Earth
10. in 1947, suddenly overnight, 12 million people had to emigrate in the span of 3 months
11. Peasants are had to move because they are embedded in the soil
12. The Sikhs became warriors in loin cloths and brutalized village women in sadistic ways
13. Deepha carves her own universe into the book
14. Readings actually occur with 300 people present
15. The Crow Eaters is a funny book
16. A book has to become skeletal to become a film because the camera will pack on the flesh
17. usually, film makers don't want you (the author) on the set because you get in the way and want to change things
18. actors are easily confused and should not be talked to by the writer/author
19. the camera cannot see as much as written words can show, but the camera closes in the distance that authors are very careful to build between the world and the author
20. The Ayah is completely fictional
21. There was a race riot on the film set
22. "Before the British, like Boa Constrictors, gobbled up India, India had religious tolerance"
23. After 1875, the British started playing divide and conquer with the Indians
24. When the Partition began in 1947, the British were in favor of it to keep India from being too powerful. The British military presence was there to stop the riots but didn't. The U.S. does the same thing in Iraq
25. Gandhi killed his wife (refused to let her take the British invention Penicillin) but then saved himself with a shot of it later. He also treated his son so badly that his son converted to Islam.
26. Leaders must have huge egos.
27. Kashmir is a big, festering wound between India & Pakistan.
28. Elections are won by threatening war
29. Bapsi's job on set was to distract the censor and take him off set during the "inappropriate" scenes so Deepha could get them shot.
30. The Crow Eaters are people who talk too much
31. Rushdie didn't sell well before the Fatwah.
32. Milkweed press bought Cracking India for $1500.00
33. Bapsi seems to appeal more to Anglos than Southeast Asians/imigrants
34. Ice Candy Man is still a best seller in India
35. A kidnapped woman was such a slur that no one would admit to being related/married to one-- sexual defilement and martyrdom/murder
36. Everyone Kills
37. Bapsi is now writing short stories
38. Give poor people a sense of self respect and see what happens
39. "I drink whiskey, I drink bourbon, but I don't drink you poor peoples' blood"
40. Pakistan became a conduit for passing arms during the Russian/Afghanistan debacle
41. "I want to kill me a commie"
42. Radical Islamic books were published in Ohio and sent to Pakistan/Afghanistan
43. Afghanistan is an often sacrificed country that has a sad destiny.
44. Under Islamic law, you need 4 male witness or 8 female witnesses for a rape to occur
45. there are no love marriages-- it is an insult to the family
46. women are in demand because there is a shortage-- they are almost always married off to cousins, if she does not obey she is charged with adultery and thrown into jail.
47. politicians will always have strange bedfellows
48. Bapsi can speak for 90 minutes without opening her bottle of water.

My closing thought is that I would be intrigued to watch a conversation between Josip and Bapsi.

Now I think I go pass out now.

Barthelme-ed

I've noticed that we all seem to be creating these elaborate (okay, maybe not so elaborate) metaphors to explain our relationship with Barthelme's stories. We all seem to like him in ways (differing ways), and dislike him in others. I find the metaphors the most interesting thing of all, though. Have we all finally been sufficiently challenged as readers, which then challenges us to respond sufficiently as writers? I'm probably over reaching, but I don't care as long as it gets me more interesting metaphors to read.

English major moment

I actually self-referred myself to two stories today to try and figure out a specific technique. I could actually hear the professor voice in my head doing saying "and you should look at these and pay close attention, see if you can figure out how they make it work." I'm still convinced that anything I do will be a pitiful imitation, but I'm starting to figure out how the stories work.

And my research seems to be morbid and a little graphic, just the way I like it.

Now if I could just figure out a way into my story. My goal today? 50 pages, at least one of it should be coherent.

and now for a non-writing related intermission.

I think I have a new addiction in life. It has two wheels and goes "vroom vroom" at high speeds.

Preview...

A paragraph from my senior thesis (it's the fourth paragraph). I'm three pages in, and it's either going to be good or a catastrophe.

I found myself in a wonderland of carbohydrates, things I had been warned against time and time again in a series of after school specials and post-graduate study physics courses. As I walked past a table of innocent looking assorted bagels, I could imagine their dangerous Cartoon counterparts dancing in a kick-line on top of them, harmonizing in four parts about terrorism and obesity and the guarded fight against both. As they dropped into the splits at the end of their number, the cartoon bagels gave me a meaningful look and asked me if I was fighting for freedom or if I was going to join the league of fat terrorists who planned to enslave us all. I grabbed a half dozen bagels and dropped them in my basket before grabbing another dozen. The cartoon bagels called me cowardly and unpatriotic before lighting their little cigarettes and walking away towards the liquor aisle. I ignored them and began to study the sliced bread.

-----
So far the entire story takes place in a grocery store. I have ideas that work into that. We will see what happens.

I also finished the Barthelme reading (I ended up reading 18 stories because I got the page numbers wrong). I feel more warmly towards him than I did before I read the right stories. There's probably some Barthelme influence at work in my senior thesis.

I think I have a story due this week for fiction. This might be the week that I really break in my new version of word.

Donald Barthelme

I think I'm halfway through the stories (assuming that I'm reading the right ones-- most of the page numbers I have written down don't match the starts of stories, so I'm making guesses). I'm not really sure how I feel about Barthelme? In a lot of ways, reading Barthelme reminds me of reading Charles' work, but I enjoy Charles' work more. I keep zoning out when I read Barthelme, and maybe it's just because I'm tired. There are a couple of his stories that I just get completely sucked into ("The Game" and "The School") because they're absolutely brilliant (even when he wavers onto the Gertrude Stein line that I can't stand). But a lot of them, I don't know, maybe I'm just not smart enough to conquer Barthelme?

Or maybe it's because I read Orringer first and her prose is so lucid and smooth, that it just makes Barthelme's that much more stilted and jarring for me?

I don't know, but I will be really interested to see how everyone else reacts to Barthelme.

brilliant.

"Aïda. That is her terrible name. Ai-ee-duh: two cries of pain and one of stupidity. The vines tighten around her body as she spins, and Joseph snaps photographs. she knows he will like it, the way the leaves cling, the way the grapes stain her white dress. we are trespassing on the vintner's vines, spilling the juice of his expensive grapes, and if he sees us he will surely shoot us. What an end to my tall little cousin. Between the purple stains on her chest, a darker stain spreads. Have I mentioned yet that I am fat.?

Isn't it funny how I've learned to say it? I am fat. I am not skin or muscle or gristle or bone. What I am, the part of my body that I most am, is fat. Continuous, white, lighter than water, a source of energy. no one can hold all of me at once. Does this constitute a crime? I know how to carry myself. Sometimes I feel almost graceful. But all around I hear the thin people's bombast: Get Rid of Flabby Thighs Now! Avoid Holiday Weight-Gain Nightmares! Lose Those Last Five Pounds! What is left of a woman once her last five pound are gone?"
-Julie Orringer, How to Breathe Under Water

If I could write like this, I'd never worry about my future. That's from the story "When She is Old and I am Famous" by the way. And I don't even think that's the best story in the book. Granted, I think I might get a little more out of the book if I brushed up on my Judaism, but the book is still absolutely devastating. The stories are actually strong enough that I couldn't read the book straight through, I could only handle a few stories at a time.

I guess I don't really have anything constructive to say, except that I'm now beyond excited that she's visiting campus in a month.

Here I go with seemingly insomniatic posts again...

At any rate, I've just finished watching a little (very little at only 84 minutes and two characters) movie called "Conversations With Other Women" and I'm completely won. The two actors are Aaron Eckhart (as "man") and Helena Bonham Carter (as "woman"). I think what I'm most blown away by is the really well written dialogue. And the naturalness of it all. And did you know that Microsoft has chosen not to recognize the word "dialogue" as a correctly spelled word? Maybe they think it's French...

Anyways, if you're looking for a good film to fit into a small amount of time, check this one out. The performances are outstanding and the writing is exceptional.

Visiting Writer 3/8/07

In the grand tradition begun with Chris Offut (who was so list worthy it was unreal), with each visiting author, I make a list of the things that I learn, as well as a list of books to read. I will now continue this tradition on my blog.

Things I learned from Josip:

1. It's a little odd that you can become a trained killer with the United States Army at the age of 18, but you can't drink away the Post Traumatic Stress Syndrome for another three years.
2. War & Lust (from the title of his book) is a play on War & Peace.
3. Josip struggles with titling his work, too.
4. The way to do it is just to write stories and then every so often, publish a collection and get paid for them.
5. You must be very smart to write and publish an essay (especially if you're not quoting Derrida)
6. Josip seems to really like St. Patrick's day, but it's probably just because of all the green tea.
7. When you've written something subtle in which not much happens, you've written a poem
8. Write what you can, be prepared to work at it, especially when you don't want to-- your mood will seep into your words .
9. Write in different locations, the unique obstacles and distractions of each place can be very good for your writing (feel like you're writing in a factory)
10. When you hit people with chunks of rusted metal, they will stop picking on you; especially if they have to go to the hospital.
11. you can write stories based on themes.
12. War complicates and dramatizes everything which makes for better stories.
13. What would Jesus do in this story? (Don't do that)
14. Be careful of writing addictions (like setting stories in war-torn Yugoslavia)
15. We all want cute lives. (but Tolstoy will make it terrifying)
16. Credit any sentences you borrow so you don't get accused of plagiarism.
17. Rob the Cradle. Rob the Grave. (use your childhood and your ancestry)
18. You can cull a story out of several instances and ideas.
19. Men are very simple and easy to understand. Women are not.
20. Go against the cliche, look for the unusual person-- a sensitive, poetic mass murderer.
21. Poets can be very dangerous.
22. Medical School exams can be an exercise in public humiliation.
23. "Linguistic seduction"
24. The legal age of consumption shouldn't be 18, if it were, more students wouldn't pass college.
25. Writing is an athletic discipline and requires great perseverance.
26. 3rd person narrative will force you to imagine and transcend the experience.
27. to defamiliarize the familiar, take it out of yourself with 3rd person.
28. If it's really foreign and weird, use 1st person to make it more familiar.
29. Plan a story, but leave enough room for you and your imagination.
30. The game of Chess revolves around the idea of threat.
31. There must be some sort of threat in your story.
32. Stories have chemistry and it doesn't always work.
33. you should edit a story more than twice-- Josip edits 10-15 drafts.
34. "You write about your people and I'll write about mine"
35. We are always at least a little absent minded and thinking about other things.
36. You're doing good if your deterioration is slow.
37. If you cut the first half of your story, the second half usually implies the second.
38. "All those guys in the army wanting to jump on each other"
39. Nebraskans are patient ("you patient Nebraskans")
40. It is better to give elephants than kittens.

Infidelities: Stories of Mini-skirts and Machine Guns

"It's not much of a plot, but that's fine; I don't need plots. In a way, after 9/11, it's nice not to have a plot, or big events; I've written so much about war and murder-- and crime and sex, for that matter-- that it's a relief not to have any of that." -- from "59th Parallel" by Josip Novakovich


So now that I maybe feel ready to talk about Novakovich's short story collection (see title), I'm not entirely sure what to say. I suppose starting out with the stories that really stood out to me might help. "Spleen" didn't do much for me. I felt sorely let down but like I was, as the reader, in a Catch-22 from about halfway into the book. Also, like Bret and Chelsea (?), it took me a long time to figure out that the narrator was female. But then as soon as the narrator decided to sleep with the emigrant, I felt like the story, for lack of phrasing, screwed itself. Why, you might be asking yourselves right now? Because if the emigrant was in fact the rapist, then the story was going to feel like a cliche. If the emigrant wasn't the rapist, then I was going to feel like I'd been built up and let down for no good reason.

But anyways, on to the stories that I actually liked, which would be "Night Guests", "Tchaikovsky's Bust" and "59th Parallel". I think these stories stood out to me because the narrator felt the most legitimate to me (whether they are fictional or confessional, they still passed the honest voice test for me). I was a little thrown by the meta-fictional daydream at the end of the story "Tchaikovsky's Bust", but I loved the sensory imagery that came out really strongly through out the story, as well as Novakovich's intense attention to the idiosyncrasies of his characters (for example, a three year old who occassionally breaks out in strings of profanity when she's upset) was something that I found to be highly admirable and would probably be advantageous to try and imitate.


What I loved about "Night Guests" was Novakovich's use of such strongly contrasting dialects (between the narrator who had a sort of European emigrant syntax reparteeing with the full out rural dialect of the other characters). I also thought the crazy cop and the difference between Italian and American underwear was pretty nifty.

Granted, I haven't met Novakovich yet, but I felt like, after reading "59th Parallel", maybe we had been introduced. I don't usually go in for non-stories like this (I don't usually get the point of them), but this story seemed really honest and somehow vital to me. Maybe it was the juxtaposition of such a little story like this amongst all of the gruesome deaths, dyings and grotesques of the Balkan conflict that made it seem so touchably real. To be honest, at the height of the Balkan conflict, I was ten. The most that I really remember about it was that there used to be news clips about it on the Nickelodeon news show for kids (with the bald woman...Linda something). I never really liked that show, it seemed so boring compared to everything else on Nickelodeon on a Sunday night. I will say though, that these short moments of fiction made the Balkan conflict/civil wars real to me in a way that (short of the opening scene of one of the most graphically violent movies that I've ever seen which would be The Hunted) I've never known it.

Sorry if this all comes out as gibberish, I should probably not be writing these at 3 in the morning, but that seems to be my best opportunity right now.

The Writing Process

As the idea that Spring Break means half the semester is gone starts breathing down my neck, I find myself dichotomized.


Here is my situation. I am in need of at least two twenty page stories this semester. One, I need for Fiction. The other, for a little thing called "SENIOR THESIS OF DEATH AND DOOM". Okay, so maybe it's not quite that dramatic, but it's kind of overwhelming (kind of like when you take Advanced Composition with Sandy and the last assignment simply says "write your best essay"). So that's the first half of my mental dichotomization.

The second part of my dichotomization is this: For those of you who may have missed our greatly enlightening "What Can I do with an English Major" panel last Tuesday (Technical writing, anyone? Anyone?), Will Holmes was on the panel and made a really interesting comment about learning to write on demand. He made a reference to the quote "Inspiration is for amateurs" (the rest of the quote is "...the rest of us just show up" and it's from Chuck Close). So I should be able to pound out a decent story on demand, yeah? So then why am I having so much trouble finding stories that I want to tell? I keep finding elements that I want to include, but that vital little thing called "narrative thread" is eluding me viciously. If any of you see it, trap it, cut off it's legs and give me a call letting me know where it is, would you?

So, what would you do?

And, now that I've found the secret key to coaxing blogspot into letting me into my account, I will attempt to post more frequently, even if they become posts similar to Charles' insomniatic typing sprees or Bret's real-life commentary.

What I like best about Francine Prose is that I walk away from every chapter with an ever-growing reading list. For instance, I'm incredibly into the idea of reading the Von Kleist story because it sounds incredibly like Candide and I greatly enjoyed Candide.

One Word

Testing?