2018 Springtime For ILB: My Huggles. What Are You Reading Now?

I love "The Antchrist" and yes its perhaps Joseph Roth's strangest book. Almost everything he wrote were tales well told and/or historical novels with a journalistic eye. Interesting you mention Frankfurth school in relation to it.

Some poetry at the moment:

Anne Carson - Glass and God
Szilard Borbely - Berlin-Hamlet

Anadolu Psych by Doug Spicer.
Book long expansion from his Wire Turkish psych primer.
Got it yesterday and so far only read the first chapter but seems interesting.

The Coke Machine Michael Blanding
History of the soft drink giant. Not very sympathetic and highlights ethical issues etc.

Kill Em and Leave James McBride
black author retraces steps of James Brown's history. I've got as far as the blind ex- Famous Flame but good book.

stop reading books everyone, i need to bloody catch up.

silby, just seen your q upthread on the odyssey. my experience is in order, latent cultural awareness, a reasonably adult version i can’t remember the name of, ulysseeeeees cartoon, then late teens/university: chapman, pope, some loeb and other dipping. joyce obv.

basically i’m not at all qualified to judge it as a translation. however two things make it stand out.

1) the reduced per line syllable count, and the overall constraints of an equal number of lines to the greek, which i think gives it a spareness. at least i identified the spareness and lucidity (image or utterance uncluttered by verbiage) and the colin burrow review in the lrb pointed out the reduced syllable count, which i felt explained it. this feeling also spuriously attaches to a sense of the sparse mediterranean sea and shore landscape. of lucidity brought by the atmospheric light, of clean lines etc. perhaps, i’m thinking now, like my teenage experience with camus’ algerian solar harshness in the plague and the outsider, in those short spare lines - get it a bit in hemingway as well). as i say that feels spurious but i don’t particularly want to shake it, as it produces a sort of spell.

the second is that despite my little learning, i’m a bit sick of prosaic, heavy vocab, “this morning s complicated” translations. wilson does clearly do some modernising, though largely the lives in her translation feel simple and comprehensible rather than modernised. i dislike the urge to make the past feel “relevant” and feel my irritation wo i’d be triggered far more frequently if this is what she was doing.

really enjoying it. tho haven’t picked it up for a bit because reading product management stuff and that *extremely enjoyable* economics book, which the experts on economics ilx assure me v convincingly is incontrovertible garbage and which is abominable in many aspects of style and yet.

Loved If Beale Street Could Talk. The combination of tough/traumatic subject matter and a highly lyrical tone makes it pretty clear why Barry Jenkins wants to film it.

On A Passage To India now.

I have now begun to read The Dud Avocado, Elaine Dundy. I think I can handle its prose style this time. Last time the narrator's voice didn't click with me. Probably my mood at the time wasn't receptive enough.

I love that one.

Finished "The Man Who Watched Trains Go By", which was very entertaining and a tour de force of third person limited perspective, keeping you mostly inside the mind of a rather unpleasant person, but giving you just enough distance to be able to enjoy the ride.

Coe, Like a Fiery Elephant
Reed, A Stranger on Earth

how is the kavan bio?

have been reading: highsmith, sayers, allingham, dickson carr, cyril hare, ellery queen

Finally finished Alexander Barron's The Lowlife, which I started in December but somehow managed to lose (found down the back of the bed). It's great for so many reasons: the humour, the tracing of the diasporic move to the north London suburbs, the delicate revealing of the barely buried nature of the Holocaust subtext. Kind of stunned it's not been filmed (though its DNA is apparent in all manner of later films (it made me think of Performance a fair bit) and, god help us, hopefully, Guy Ritchie never reads it).

Also reading Chesterton's book on Stevenson for a thing.

Started reading A Million Windows by Gerard Murnane on a flight recently, and recall enjoying it, though I've just gone back to see what i was enjoying about it, and I barely recall any of it. I'm putting this down to the special conditions of reading on a flight, rather than incipient mental decay. Anyone read any of him?

oh also Weaver and Shannon's The Mathematical Theory of Communication. Information theory just keeps popping up in stuff I'm reading at the moment, so I thought I'd whisk through it. Plus i'm expected to have some knowledge of video compression for my job, so going back to where it all started felt like not a totally unreasonable thing to do.

xp I was intrigued by this encounter, but haven't decided where to start
---from Rolling Contemporary Literary Fiction:
Gerald Murnane was given a long profile recently:

https://www.nytimes.com/2018/03/27/magazine/gerald-murnane-next-nobel-laureate-literature-australia.html

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Wow, perfect build, and for once the perfect use of this kind of presentation, thanks.

― dow, Tuesday, April 17, 2018

Ok, hadn't seen this – thanks dow (and xyzzzz__)

Finally finished Alexander Barron's The Lowlife, which I started in December but somehow managed to lose (found down the back of the bed). It's great for so many reasons: the humour, the tracing of the diasporic move to the north London suburbs, the delicate revealing of the barely buried nature of the Holocaust subtext. Kind of stunned it's not been filmed (though its DNA is apparent in all manner of later films (it made me think of Performance a fair bit) and, god help us, hopefully, Guy Ritchie never reads it).

Just listened to an episode of the Backlisted podcast about this book! Must be something in the air. Apparently there's a terrible sequel where he goes to Venice?

Finished A Passage To India.The portrayal of the anglo-indian community is suitably scathing, and reminded me quite a lot of today's respectable white supremacists - there's the same self-righteousnes, the trick of casting the victims of your violence as the perpetrators. It's an India that no longer exists, of course, and it was interesting to see how Aziz, the muslim character, is as baffled by hinduism as the western characters are. The portrayal of Aziz is certainly complex and very loving, but still....a little bit infantilized? Is that unfair?

Anyway, now I reread Maurice and then I decide if my project will go beyond the novels and into short stories, travel writing, the biographies he wrote, etc.

how is the kavan bio?

Bleak.

Just listened to an episode of the Backlisted podcast about this book! Must be something in the air. Apparently there's a terrible sequel where he goes to Venice?

That's what prompted me to look for it! The recent episode on Gayl Jones is excellent, too.

I finished The Dud Avocado and enjoyed it. The bumptious humor of the first two thirds does tail off somewhat as the book progresses, but the character of the narrator stays true and consistent to herself, so the fading of its humorous perspective is more due to where the plot takes her than to a simple change of tone.

Read The Lowlife years ago and it's wonderful. The sequel -- Strip Jack Naked -- is not awful, just not as good. But Baron's other books are mostly excellent, especially FROM THE CITY, FROM THE PLOUGH.

took a break from Caro and studying for prelims and read Denis Johnson - The Name of the World in bed Sunday morning. i don’t think it is a good book yet it was very well written. it seemed written in one sitting and made to be read in one sitting. it’s the first novel of his ive read and i picked it essentially at random from the library, may read Fiskadoro next unless someone itt has a better rec?

TRAIN DREAMS, which is a brilliant one-sitting book

jesus' son is the quintessential denis johnson novel but i think tree of smoke is my favourite of his - way more of an investment of time involved tho and jesus' son is slim and composed of interlinked vignettes so if you're time-poor that might be a better one to go for next

reading Moonseed by Stephen Baxter and enjoying it.

That's one of his better ones, lots of groovy ideas.

tree of smoke is on the long-list, but i'm picking up jesus' son and train dreams from the library, thx james and bizzarro

Prose:
Antonio Tabucchi - Requiem
Hilda Hilst - Letters from a Seducer

That is 2nd best Tabucchi (after Pereira Mantains ofc, highly unlikely he topped that), just love this series of conversations over a day's journey - with some excellent writing on food and manners. Hilda Hilst is actually a modernist writer* from Brazil - in the sense that she engages with a particular tradition fully: Beckett, Joyce, Bataille but also De Sade. A kind of damaged erotics. Nothing in it was too compelling about the encounter (and what I want is the encounter - what is this kind of writing going to reveal/conceal. Another Brazilian - Raduan Nassar this time, in his A Cup of Rage - sets the example here), although I'll revisit (its part of a loose trilogy so it might make more sense) and I wanted to read this for quite a long-time (With My Dog Eyes is more available and pretty great imo).

*(the label of Brazilian modernist is attached to Clarice Lispector - who was more of a sort of one-off spirtiualist visionary (which does form part of that texture of the writing from that time), but the English Language discourse is often wrong)

Poetry:

113 Galician-Portuguese Troubadour Poems (tr. Richard Zenith, who also translated Pessoa's poetry and prose for Penguin)

John Banville's Mrs Osmond, a sequel to James' The Portrait of a Lady.

The readerly space that the openness of Portrait's ending opens up is one of its glories, imho - a sequel not only seems pointless, but actively against the Jamesian spirit.

I've started Austen's Emma, which I've read before, but it was roughly four decades ago and all but the faintest impressions have been erased from my mind.

One impression that immediately suggests itself within the first 50 pages is that the intricate web of relationships that Austen is weaving for the reader is heavily dependent on the realities of the English class system, which assigned every character a strictly defined place in a very rigid and hierarchical society and everyone accepts that place as completely as they accept the necessity of breathing. Austen is quite alive to these facts of life and her careful dissection of her contemporaries is essentially scientific in spirit.

Yeah, although there is an uneasiness about class in Austen as well. Much of the drama in her novels comes from the difficulty of marrying across class lines, like the central pair in Pride and Prejudice. But I don't think she's exactly denouncing the whole class system. It's more like the norm against which interesting deviations can happen for the sake of plot.

"Denouncing" seems like it would be too strong to me, too, but reading Pride and Prejudice a while ago I certainly felt like the author's loathing was discernible.

Here's this month's haul of newly read books.

I started reading "Dealers of Lightning: Xerox Parc and the Dawn of the Computer Age", indulging my inner nerd. I wish there was maybe a bit more about the technical side and maybe a bit less about nerd office politics, but I've got to hand it to Hiltzik for getting all these stories on paper.

Reading my first le Guin- The Left Hand of Darkness. I have no ide where this fits in her canon, but it's magnificent and I can already tell I need to read everything she's written. Is there a typical le Guin sentence? I've noticed a couple with a particular kind of music, almost over balancing themselves in the second half: 'The face that turned towards me, reddened and cratered by firelight and shadow, was as flat and cruel as the moon.'

Also hugely aware of Mieville as I'm reading. Something also to do with rhythm, but the names, too, the bustle of consonants.

It's pretty much at the heart of her canon: that and The Dispossessed are probably the purest expression of many of her concerns.

Yeah was gonna post that.
xp Intrigued by several of Alfred's hot takes: he even makes the Herbert Hoover bio sound exciting. I'm still wondering why To his delight, he saw the party that had uneasily accepted him as its head renounce, for the sake of electoral victory, the Progressivism it had disliked in him.

Yeah. I kind of always want to read every book Alfred posts about, he always make them sound so good.

máirtín ó cadhain, "the dirty dust"
grace paley, "collected stories"

I just read The Scarlet Letter for the first time. It's so good. More of a mythic and fantastical vibe than I was quite expecting.

I couldn’t get through that when I was supposed to read it in 11th grade; I thought it sucked. But I also didn’t have a shred of respect for that teacher.

Yeah. I kind of always want to read every book Alfred posts about, he always make them sound so good.

― Nashville #9 Dream (James Redd and the Blecchs),

aw thanks

Robert Chesley, Jerker
Stephen King, Joyland
Emily Mackay, Homogenic
various, All Out: The No-Longer-Secret Stories of Queer Teens Throughout the Ages

"The Girl Beneath The Lion" by Andre Pieyre de Mandiargues, which may be a valiant but flawed attempt by a male writer to do a female coming-of-age story but may be a load of old-perv nonsense.

"The Chameleon" by Samuel Fisher; I enjoyed this very much. It has a high-concept thing going on (the narrating character is a book that has the power to change itself into other books to observe the human lives around it) - there were times when I thought the novel struggled to carry the weight of the concept but in the end it was worth it, I think. There's one bit, involving a game of chess, which I thought made the whole enterprise worthwhile on its own.

"The Girl Beneath The Lion" by Andre Pieyre de Mandiargues

Ha, I just spent five minutes googling to find out whether this is 'Le lis de mer', which it is. Odd English title. Doesn't help that the Dutch title is 'The Love Night of Vanina', the edition I read first.

I'd say it's more a valiant but flawed attempt instead of old-perv nonsense, but my judgement can be clouded by the fact that he's a favorite of mine. I can't help but admire his languid, dreamy style, which hits all my right buttons.

I'm willing to bet someone like David Hamilton took a lot clues from and aspired to film like Pieyre de Mandiargues writes, but took it too far: all corny pervy stuff, no substance. Would love to hear what you think of the book!

Second-Hand Time, Svetlana Alexievich's mammoth oral history of Soviet and post-Soviet Russia. Utterly compelling, totally devastating (one especially grim narrative at the centre of the book, wherein a young Jewish boy crawls out alive from a mass grave of incinerated bodies, instantly brought to mind Klimov's Come and See). Feel like reading some Wodehouse straight afterwards.

I wholly judged it by its cover when I first encountered it in a thrift store. Love this one:

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xp

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This is what my copy looks like. Phwoar!

"The Se Lily", "Vanina's Night of Love", "The Girl Beneath The Lion". WTF?

I enjoyed it, I think for the same textural reasons as you, but couldn't help feeling like it was a bit of an old man's fantasy fest by the end. I'd have trouble recommending it to anyone without significant caveats.

Agreed. It's very much "of its time", to put it mildly.

Finished Maurice, and with that my project of going through E.M. Forster's novels. Might tackle the short stories, literary theory, biographies etc. later on. Reading Jeeves In The Offing while I decide.

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