THE GREENLANDERS by Jane Smiley (Anchor Books, 2005)
Is life too short for big books?
When it comes to novels like Infinite Jest or Middlemarch, I’d say not.
David Foster Wallace was so overflowing with ideas that he needed the space to expand his thoughts while George Eliot used a larger palette to create a world with a world.
Yet, there seems to be a trend (or requirement) for writing 500 or more pages as a demonstration of a writer’s prowess.
Jonathan Safran Foer’s sprawling ‘Here I Am’ is one recent example of a novel that would have greatly benefited from trimming by at least 200 pages.
Jane Smiley’s epic Norse saga is another. Continue reading
In 2005, the late lamented David Foster Wallace made a memorable speech to graduating students of Kenyon College which was posthumously published under the title This Is Water.
A few years back, inspired by this, I decided to make my own humble address at the end of an advanced English language course in Italy which I called my ‘Where do we go from here?’ lesson.
Today, I found my notes and decided to post it here (complete with DFW style asides in italics).
It comes over as much more pretentious and self-conscious I think but I delivered it with the best of intentions, hoping to end the course on a thoughtful note rather than a lame ‘goodbye and good luck’ message.
Anyway, here it is warts and all (comments welcome):
Nowadays, it’s common to hear people talking about life-long learning.
[I ask who has heard of the phrase ‘lifelong learning’ – nobody has!]
One time, there was the mistaken idea that when you finished school or university, your official period of learning was finished – your next goal was to find work and earn a good salary. But learning is not a finite thing. In a very real sense it never ends. Continue reading
I am thankful to a blog about David Foster Wallace’s ‘Octet’ for introducing me to the works of Anne Lamott. She’s a writer I definitely need to get to know better.
So far, I have only read a PDF copy of one chapter from Bird By Bird: Some Instructions On Writing And Life’ but already I feel myself getting hooked.
One of her numerous pearls of wisdom is as follows:
“Writing can be a pretty desperate endeavor, because it is about some of our deepest needs: our need to be visible, to be heard, our need to make sense of our lives, to wake up and grow and belong”. Continue reading
Nowadays it often seems increasing redundant, even prudish, to claim that there’s anything wrong with pornography.
In essence, sex has become just another commodity to be casually consumed then discarded.
In my view, the typical check list of arguments against porn don’t get at the heart of the matter.
Paul Thomas Anderson’s Boogie Nights (1997) and the casting of porn actor James Deen in Paul Shrader’s The Canyons (2013) is a measure of the more laissez-faire attitude to the so-called ‘adult entertainment’ industry. Continue reading
The Crying Of Lot 49′ by Thomas Pynchon (first published in 1967)
This is not a review because, having struggled with this novel, I can’t think of anything meaningful to say that hasn’t already been said elsewhere on the net. It has the feel of a novel written while under the influence of LSD and probably makes more sense if the reader is tripping too.
Here are two quotes from pg 66 of the Picador paperback edition I read :
“Oedipa wondered whether, at the end of this (if it were supposed to end) she too might not be left with only compiled memories of clues, announcements. intimations, but never the central truth itself, which must somehow each time be too bright for her memory to hold; which must always blaze out, destroying its own message irreversibly; leaving an overexposed blank when the ordinary world came back”.
“I’m not sure I understand, Oedipa said”. Continue reading