2019 Sum-Sum-Summertime: What Are You Reading, My Good People?

His vision had a very strongly absurdist element, which easily morphs into a sense of the horrific and tragic.

my memory is that it definitely starts on an absurdist note, all those ridiculous clothing descriptions, "wubfur" etc

Yeah, I think UBIK is my favourite PKD book.

And there's an especially good reason for the absurdism in that one.

reading Philip Kerr’s “Prague Fatale”, which is one of his Bernie Gunther novels and thus far maintains the high quality control of the rest of the series. I’m glad he was able to sneak out a final novel with this character before he passed away; I’m trying to work my way through the novels at a good clip since I’d like to reread them all sooner rather than later, assuming the remainder of the books are at a similar level. I have no reason to expect they’re not.

UBIK certainly canonical as far as PKD goes.

I partly share the view that his novels can seem improvised, but in this instance it would seem that a larger vision is driving it all.

Hopping around a few chapters of HOPSCOTCH: I can see the general charm of the set-up (people idling in Paris) but at the moment the more I read, the less it wins me over. The philosophical digressions seem windy, the story isn't yet going anywhere. I start to wonder if it's a self-indulgent book like GRAVITY'S RAINBOW but less organized.

Yet, at times it does seem to press through at something real, with unusual honesty and directness.

Maybe it will come together. I have a long, long way to go. I think it needs more concerted reading, less the commuter reading that I am mainly giving it.

I've only read Ubik, loved it, but haven't figured out which one to read next. Probably Flow My Policeman Tears Thingy.

Tried Martian Timeslip but wasn't feeling it.

A Scanner Darkly or Dr. Bloodmoney would be my rec

Flow My Tears is p good and I know various people love it but it's a bit too one-dimensional/tied to a pretty basic premise imo

grab an omnibus of the short stories and plow through some of that, they usually get some bonkers idea across and don't overstay their welcome. or at least, so I recall from my teenagerhood when I did just that

Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch also a good one on a level with/similar vibe to Ubik imo

Yeah Three Stigmata is great for nonstop-rush mindfuck PKD, I lost count of the plot twists in that one. A Scanner Darkly is probably his best-written, most heartfelt book, very sad and often very funny. I didn’t quite vibe with Flow My Tears but lots of people love it.

Highly recommend the story “Faith of Our Fathers,” it has one of my favorite lines of villainous dialogue ever.

Henry Green - Doting
Agnès Poirier - Left Bank: Art, Passion, and the Rebirth of Paris, 1940-50

I agree about PKD: I can't think of a novel of his that was altogether satisfying (but I have many many more to read), whereas the stories, in their own way, are.

As though, in a fairly basic and obvious way, he could hold things together over a short and not a longer stretch. Or as though some 'aesthetic' aspects, or maybe issues of depth, don't seem to matter in a story and do seem to in a novel.

Though that still feels over-simple now I think about it. But I do think the stories succeed more unequivocally than the novels.

SPQR

great

I partly share the view that his novels can seem improvised, but in this instance it would seem that a larger vision is driving it all.

I finished Ubik last night. While it does have a central plot 'device', probably inspired by his reading in the Tibetan Book of the Dead, most of the remaining pieces were completely heterogenous and unconnected to that central device.

To give one non-spoiler, minor detail that illustrates PKD's lack of method, the money in the book starts out as something called "poscreds", but very swiftly afterwards he has the characters doling out nickels and dimes, and later parts of the plot include paper bills. The poscreds don't go away entirely, but linger on in parallel, without any rhyme or reason how both forms of money relate to one another.

Different characters are introduced as clearly being important ones, including one prominent villain named Hollis. But by the end Hollis has been relegated to the dustbin as uninteresting and unimportant. A wholly new villain is promoted in his place at the last moment, but what that villain's new importance portends is left unresolved.

The ending is a cheap variant of "and it was all a dream, or was it?"

These items are obvious weaknesses. As with The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch, I think the one strength that carries the book and gratifies the reader is the wild profusion of PKD's imagination. He starts so many wild hares running that he cannot keep track of them all and most of them go uncaptured and disappear, but when each one jumps out of the brush running there is a moment of exhilaration - and that brief exhilaration is repeated frequently enough to keep you breathless. That's a rare quality and it is worth finding.

pkd short stories are the best, but although his novels can be v uneven, i like the different pace of his world/problem building.

the hares is a really nice observation!

I think by the 70s he had largely mastered his problems w structure, he became much less prolific and more focused (also generally sadder. And more theological)

Like his last five or so books dont have nearly as many “hares”, in Aimless’s terms.

Yes agreed (on both posts). I prefer the hares, unrealised or not. The massive theological stuff is compelling but gloomy.

"History," Elsa Morante

Just read Yu Hua's "Cries in the Drizzle", enjoyed it, some of it was funny, I liked the infolding of time in the narration, I liked the sustained minor key.

I feel like the objections to PKD's shagginess are valid but irrelevant to me tbh. I'm not so bothered that every book has to be seamlessly clockwork.

The shagginess and uresolved plotlines in Ubik felt very deliberate and haunting to me!

At the very least, you have to credit PKD for finding the perfect story to shape around his "weaknesses" as a writer.

I agree, to me it's a feature not a bug

Started my summer with Juan Goytisolo's Count Julian which is the usual (if you know your way around Latin American literature) tale of fragmentary exile, and then moved onto Auerbach's Dante: Poet of a Secular World which is his account of Dante's achievement in the way in which he is able to gather reality, what makes him unique for his time and for all time, too. It helps if you've read his theories in Mimesis and I love his prose anyway.

Catching up on some of the TBR pile:
László Krasznahorkai, Satantango - pretty much an equal slog to the (7 hour) film version, but what a slog. Mud, beer, despair, everything you'd want from a prize-winning Hungarian novel. Apparently he's worked with Bela Tarr on most of his films, which figures.
Ursula K. Le Guin, The Earthsea Trilogy - as good as I remembered it from previous reading. Scratches my epic fantasy itch wholesale, thus saving me from having to plow through some 10-volume series by GRRM or whoever.
Brian Aldiss, some short story collection - the story that inspired Kubrick/Spielberg's AI is by far the best thing here. Not really one of the better new wave SF short story writers from this evidence, and the gender politics haven't dated too well (probably like every other (male) writer from the era tbf).
China Mieville, Embassytown - his sole SF novel I think? Linguistics feature heavily, which makes a nice change from most SF dealing with alien races (Ted Chiang's Story Of Your Life excepted of course). Sometimes I think he has just too many ideas though, and also his style can get a bit ranting. I read it in my head in this kind of breathless splurge, it tires me out.

Ursula K. Le Guin, The Earthsea Trilogy

what about the other three?

The Poem of the Cid, as translated into prose by Rita Hamilton, from extensive notes provided by Janet Perry. It's in a bi-lingual edition, with the original (archaic) Spanish on the facing page, but I am unable to read the original and can only derive a few hints about the prosody by inspecting it.

Jorma kaukonen Been So Long
Hot Tuna have just been formed after 4 lps by JA. Thought he might explain the swap from.Spencer Dryden to Joey Covington but has said very little.
Very interesting so far. Hadn't really heard much about his background before.
Dad was in diplomatic service so he'd lived abroad in his youth.
Also is in a marriage he just seems to be stuck in.
Could do with something similar from Paul Kantner or Martyn Balintore. Don't think there is anything though.

Marty Balin not sure what they corrected to. Predictive text how fun.

Paul Mason very wayward and ambitious but does at least include a lot of talk about economics. The kind of thing I rarely understand and I'm not always sure I understand it here either.

Subtle Art Of Not Giving A Fuck. It’s not my usual cup of tea but I’m enjoying it. Agreeing w most of what he says. Actually started it w my 13 yo.

The Making of DSM III

and the gender politics haven't dated too well (probably like every other (male) writer from the era tbf).

I remember Ursula K LeGuinn had a beef with him? Or more specifically accused him of having a beef with her'

Aldiss was an insanely prolific short story writer, especially in the 1960s, so am not surprised there are many more hits than misses.

His non-SF army books - Hand Reared-Boy etc - seem to be going for the same audience as Virgin Soldiers by Leslie Thomas, and I imagine their sexual politics are even more grotesque when read today (also, there were reasons he was pally w/ Kingsley Amis). Greybeard, on the other, has a quite tender portrait of a long-lived marriage - might be his best SF novel?

I started reading the Aeneid of Virgil last night, in the verse translation of Robert Fitzgerald. I am incapable of reading the original Latin and so cannot appreciate all the felicitous turns of Latin phrase I hear are in there. So far, 'Book I' read as a bit clunky, with Virgil playing the sedulous ape to Homer, while also planting as many kisses upon Augustus's ass as possible. I expect this sad aspect will improve as the story progresses.

Based on my high school reading (ahem), the Aeneid was the staid and often colorless cousin to Homer's epics. I was astounded by how funny and lush Virgil could be when I read a couple of the Eclogues.

I remember Ursula K LeGuinn had a beef with him? Or more specifically accused him of having a beef with her'

are you confusing LeGuin with Joanna Russ? LeGuin loved PKD. Russ took issue with one of his stories for being explicitly anti-abortion, and this is noted in his notes to the story in one of the complete short story collection volumes. (It's a dumb story)

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Pre-persons

PKD: In this I incurred the absolute hate of [fellow SF writer] Joanna Russ who wrote me the nastiest letter I've ever received; at one point she said she usually offered to beat up people (she didn't use the word people) who expressed opinions such as this. I admit that this story amounts to special pleading, and I am sorry to offend those who disagree with me about abortion on demand... But for the pre-person's sake I am not sorry. I stand where I stand: "Hier steh Ich; Ich kann nicht anders," as Martin Luther is supposed to have said.

"Hier steh Ich; Ich kann nicht anders," as Martin Luther is supposed to have said.

Principled stand or not, going by the plot summary you linked to it's still a very dumb story.

It is you who are confused, Οὖτις

I just looked up the Le Guin-Aldiss beef and found this letter she wrote on being asked to supply a blurb for an anthology:

Dear Mr Radziewicz,

I can imagine myself blurbing a book in which Brian Aldiss, predictably, sneers at my work, because then I could preen myself on my magnanimity. But I cannot imagine myself blurbing a book, the first of the series, which not only contains no writing by women, but the tone of which is so self-contentedly, exclusively male, like a club, or a locker room. That would not be magnanimity, but foolishness. Gentlemen, I just don’t belong here.

Yours truly,
(Signed)
Ursula K. Le Guin

A book on popular delusions written by mackay

Ah sorry wins my bad

First I’m knowing about any of these beeves tbh!

I put away that horror book for the time being and started BRAINQUAKE by Samuel Fuller (I don’t normally do the yelling titles thing but this title seemed to call for it). I didn’t even know he’d written any novels, this is his last, lost apparently; it starts with a baby shooting its father and goes from there.

I was a big Aldiss fan until I read this stuff

I finished A Visit from the Goon Squad by Jennifer Egan last night, which was mostly pretty enjoyable but sort of lost me in the end when it suddenly indulged in some near-future speculative fiction stuff. I realized that my least favorite genre is precisely that: near-future speculation by literary fiction writers who are maybe not entirely aware of the present, especially when written a few years in the past. It's grating and rings false. Anyway, helps with bingo.

I am now reading The Beginning of Spring, Penelope Fitzgerald.

Finished Daniel O'Malley's "The Rook". Liked it better than the Starz series, which dilutes and changes the novel's world, characters and plot.

Now reading "Major Dudes / A Steely Dan Companion". A chronological selection of reviews and interviews. Learning some stuff, and surprised with how easily the deep cuts come to mind. Now on the solo years, before they got back together. Got me to pull out China Crisis' "Flaunt the Imperfection" for today's commute.

Next two in the stack are follow-ons to these. "Stiletto", sequel to "The Rook", and "Reelin' in the Years", a Steely Dan biography.

Henry James: Search and Destroy

I'm on the third book (Death's End) of Cixin Liu's Three Body Problem trilogy. Really enjoying the series, even if there are some parts that urge me to reach for the salt and take a large pinch

I gave up on that after book 1 as the aliens, when revealed, turned out to be really dull. Do they get more interesting?

I dunno, they haven't arrived yet

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXpost Hi Aimless, if you come across the Katherine Mansfield collection unhelpfully titled Stories, with a not particularly helpful intro by KM biographer Jeffrey Meyers----it's a Vintage Classic, and a good demonstation of how her writing developed over the years, incl. acquiring and repurposing and sometimes discarding manners and influences, but always with a drive that seemed to come from experience, as a girl and young woman and less young woman in New Zealand and Europe. Not always at her best here, but plenty of momentum.
Good quote from omg Elizabeth Bowen:
We to her the prosperity of the 'free' story: she untrammeled it from conventions and, still more, gained for it a prestige till then unthought of. How much ground Katherine Mansfield broke for her successors may not be realized. Her imagination kindled unlikely matter; she was to alter for good and all our idea of what goes to make a story.

We owe to her, that should have been. As a prodigious teenager, Bowen was checking in while Mansfield was checking out, and the inspiration to her personally might have been particularly strong.

I spent last December plowing through three Bowen novels, The Death of the Heart the best among them.

Cool. Need to do that, I've only read the dynamic doorstop Collected Stories.

Please Look After Mother, Shin Kyung-sook. The titular mother disappears on a trip to Seoul; novel follows the various family members as they process their guilt over having neglected her. Written almost entirely in the second person. It's got that good family guilt a la Tokyo Story, and a certain sparseness that I encounter a lot in....South East Asian? (struggling to find a non-offensive word for something I've found in Chinese, Korean and Japanese fiction...post-confucian?) writing. I'm probably making it seem like a bit of a chore but actually it's quite the page-turner!

That sounds good, I'm gonna check it out.

reading two books I found on the street:
I Claudius (Graves)
Annihilation (Vandermeer)

I read a bunch of stuff over the summer - a list that makes me look well parochial. Ho hum.

Alan Moore - V for Vendetta. The concept is enough to make it a classic but it's stretched out pretty thin by the end.

Robin Ince - I'm A Joke and So Are You. I find Ince kind of annoying but this is gently wise and funny enough to mitigate the worst of his excesses.

Caryl Lewis - Martha, Jack & Shanco. I went to Anglesey so wanted to read some Welsh-language literature. This aims for a Steinbeckian universalism but doesn't quite have the courage of its convictions. The nature writing was beautiful.

Richard King - The Lark Ascending. This should have been my *thing* - activism, music and landscape - but it never quite, well, took flight.

Robert Macfarlane - Landmarks. I fell out with Macfarlane around the time of The Old Ways but, compared to the above, the existential nature of Macfarlane's commitment mattered again. Beautiful.

Russell Hoban - Riddley Walker. As a reading experience, I found it tough but my brain has been like a huge resonating chamber since I put it down.

Keiron Pym - Jumpin' Jack Flash: David Litvinoff and the Rock and Roll Underworld. This was the *one*. During an obsessive pursuit (to use Richard Holmes' phrase) of his quarry across the world and down the toilet of London's 60s underworld, Pym ravels and unravels the riddle of Litvinoff and with it the history of the Jewish East End, the Krays, the Chelsea set, Performance. Litvinoff comes across as manic, inventive, borrowed from death.

I finished The Beginning of Spring last night. It was a very fine novel and a pleasure to read. More so than any of the authors I read, Fitzgerald achieves her effects so subtly and organically that it is impossible for me to put my finger on the artifice that supports her art. She is economical of details, but there is no sense of sparsity or strain. She frequently chooses the precise word needed to carry an exact meaning, but her prose is never fussy. Her characters emerge clearly and well-formed, and do not seem overdone or underdone. I stand in awe of her excellence and cannot explain it.

btw, the autumnal equinox is almost upon us. A new thread of books, mists and mellow fruitfulness shall soon be in order.

I'm now reading another novel by Sicilian author, Leonardo Sciascia. This one is To Each His Own.

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