― scott seward (scott seward), Wednesday, 2 November 2005 00:09 (eighteen years ago) link
"CommCom" was also pretty fucking solid.
Definitely the closest thing to Barthelme we've got going these days.
― rogermexico (rogermexico), Wednesday, 2 November 2005 07:25 (eighteen years ago) link
― tom west (thomp), Sunday, 29 January 2006 03:04 (eighteen years ago) link
outtakes!
― tom west (thomp), Sunday, 29 January 2006 03:05 (eighteen years ago) link
― W i l l (common_person), Monday, 13 March 2006 19:00 (eighteen years ago) link
new collection:
http://www.amazon.com/gp/search/ref=br_ss_hs/104-8034997-6351146?platform=gurupa&url=index%3Dblended&keywords=saunders&Go.x=0&Go.y=0&Go=Go
― cutty (mcutt), Wednesday, 19 April 2006 15:13 (eighteen years ago) link
― Jaq (Jaq), Wednesday, 19 April 2006 15:21 (eighteen years ago) link
i wonder what path george's career trajectory will take and how he will be remembered?
― cutty (mcutt), Wednesday, 19 April 2006 15:28 (eighteen years ago) link
civilwarland seemed much better than pastoralia, however
― tom west (thomp), Wednesday, 19 April 2006 17:41 (eighteen years ago) link
― Jaq (Jaq), Wednesday, 19 April 2006 18:28 (eighteen years ago) link
― Jaq (Jaq), Wednesday, 19 April 2006 18:32 (eighteen years ago) link
― J.D. (Justyn Dillingham), Wednesday, 19 April 2006 18:52 (eighteen years ago) link
― Abbadavid Berman (Hurting), Thursday, 20 April 2006 00:56 (eighteen years ago) link
NOSTALGIAby GEORGE SAUNDERSIssue of 2006-04-10Posted 2006-04-03
The other day I was watching TV and it occurred to me that I’ve become a prude. The show in question was innocuous enough, nothing shocking—just an episode of “Hottie Leaders,” featuring computer simulations of what various female world leaders would look like naked and in the throes of orgasm—but somehow, between that and the Pizza Hut commercial where Paris Hilton and Jessica Simpson engage in some “girl-on-girl” action in a vast field of pizza sauce, something snapped. I know what the problem is: I’m old. I came of age in a simpler sexual time.
Back in those ancient, prelapsarian days, “girl-on-girl” hadn’t even been invented yet. At that time, “girl-on-guy” had only recently been discovered. I remember my parents and their neighbors standing in the yard with a pair of crude human figures made of wood, trying to work out the details. Sometimes a couple would get all worked up and forget where things were supposed to go, and the husband would have to call a friend—only phones were new, too, so sometimes you’d go over to visit a pal from school and there’d be his dad, just standing there naked, phone in hand, totally flummoxed. Women could get pregnant from merely watching a kiss in a movie! Girls, or at least the “good girls,” would go to movies blindfolded. I remember once, in fourth grade, I had to get engaged to a girl whose coat I’d brushed up against in the cloakroom. Those were simpler times, but, in some ways, I think, better times.
Same deal with violence. I remember how stunned we all were when the Cain-and-Abel thing happened. What, what? we kept saying. He bludgeoned his brother? With a rock? I remember the first time a severed limb was shown on TV. People were running out of their houses screaming. And it was just a fake leg, in a cartoon! Imagine how horrified those screaming people would be now, when, for example, you can log on to the “Evidence of Evil” Web site and they’ll send you a boxful of bloody prosthetics, which you can reassemble into a crack-addicted whore, who will then emit some clues through her computerized voice box—and when you think you know who murdered her you enter the name of the killer on the Web site and, if you’re right, you’ll get to see a short clip of her making love with her killer moments before he hacks her to bits while she has a flashback of her mother beating her with a chair leg.
I mean, O.K., there was violence when I was a kid, sure, but nobody really talked about it. If you got strangled and dismembered, you just got up the next day whistling a happy tune and went down and did some riveting for the war effort. As for computer simulations, sorry, all we had was sketchpads and pencils. If we wanted to see what various female world leaders looked like naked in the throes of orgasm, we had to use a little thing called the imagination. Plus, all the world leaders were men back then, and, believe me, once you’ve drawn Richard Nixon naked and in the throes of orgasm you never have quite the same interest in using your imagination again, and every time you even see a pencil you get a little puky and have to sit down.
Whenever I talk to young people—like some of the teen-agers in my neighborhood, or this one toddler, Maxie, or even a couple of fetuses I run into occasionally—I say to them: Trust me, guys, enjoy your youth, because the level of sex and violence is going to continue to escalate, and, by the time you’re my age, the world of your youth will seem like a distant, innocent paradise. The teen-agers and the toddler, Maxie, sometimes they seem to get it, but the fetuses—well, you know fetuses, they’re arrogant. To them, it’s always going to be a soft gentle ride in a warm comfortable space. And I’m, like, O.K., smart guy, call me in nine months and we’ll talk. Or I will! You’ll just be lying there pink and newborn, with a terrified look on your face, apologizing to me with those little shocked eyes.
Things just keep getting worse. Why, I suspect that, in forty years, when I’m eighty-seven, I’ll look back at the present level of sex and violence and go: Ha! Ho-ho! You called that sex and violence? That was nothing. That was Puritanism and pacifism compared to now! But then I’ll have to go, because it will be Stripper Night at the old folks’ home, and I’ll have to find my costume and my back brace, but on the way there I’ll be killed by a mysterious old-folks’-home invader, who actually works for Fox and is committing and filming my murder for later broadcast on “When Codgers on Their Way to Strip Look Terrified.”
Same with music, though, right? I used to love music, back when it had melody and chords and lyrics. But now it has no melody and no chords, just thwack-thwacking, and they even seem to be cutting back on the thwack-thwacking, so now it’s sometimes just thwa, and, as far as lyrics, do you consider these lyrics?
Hump my hump,My stumpy lumpy hump!Hump my dump, you lumpy slumpy dump!I’ll dump your hump, and then just hump your dump,You lumpy frumply clump.
I’m sorry. To me? Those are not lyrics. In my day, lyrics were used to express real emotion, like the emotion of being totally stoned and trying to talk this totally stoned chick into sleeping with you in the name of love, which lasted forever, if only you held on to your dreams.
These kids today, I don’t know what they believe. I mean, I don’t even know what I believe anymore, but what I do not believe is that watching Paris Hilton and Jessica Simpson roll around in pizza sauce is helping our youth as they go forth and try to figure out what they believe! Scientific evidence suggests that even the fetuses inside of mothers watching that commercial are getting (1) dumber and (2) little baby boners. I do not go for that. I think that when a fetus is in the womb it should just be floating around with its undersized arrogant head empty and its little nascent penis just, you know, inactive. We grow these kids up too fast, and, next thing you know, out come the Indian and the Chinese fetuses, and they start taking away the jobs of our homeland fetuses, and why? Because these foreign fetuses aren’t jaded. They’re innocent like I was, like my whole generation was, when we were fetuses, back in those long-forgotten idyllic days when American fetuses walked the earth like happy unsoiled giants, doing algebra and reading the classics.
And yet I don’t like the fact that I’ve become a prude. Life expectancies being what they are, I may be only halfway through my life, and who wants to live out half one’s life as a prude? Not me. I want to live out about one-tenth of my life as a prude, that last tenth, when I’m inert and confused and immobile anyway. So I’ve decided to start prude-proofing myself via a series of daily micro-immersions in sex and violence. Last week, for example, I sat on my couch looking at a bra for over an hour. Then I forced myself to watch a video of a duck being hit by a car. Then I tried listening to the sound of the duck on the video being hit by the car, while looking at the bra. Next, I turned up the sound, while looking at a slightly sexier bra. Then I watched the duck being hit while I ran my hand over the bra. Then I had my wife put on the bra, which was a very effective technique, because as I tried to run my hand over the bra my wife nailed me with an ashtray just as the duck was hit by the car—one of the best micro-immersions in sex and violence a guy could ask for.
And tonight is my biggest depruding test yet: I am going to, while hitting myself with a brick and begging my wife to walk by in her bra, watch an episode of “Dream Yer Final Dream!,” on which a contestant selected from a field of more than five thousand applicants will be granted his Final Dream, which, in this case, is to be beaten nearly to death with a tire iron so that Carmen Electra can come in naked and give him a lap dance in the last moments of his life.
I have high hopes. I know I can do this. If I succeed, our whole culture will once again be open to me. And who knows? I may even go see a movie.
― Abbadavid Berman (Hurting), Thursday, 20 April 2006 00:57 (eighteen years ago) link
and no, jaq, that's not my friend's interview. his will be in a much, much smaller publication. i will link it when it comes out.
― W i l l (common_person), Thursday, 20 April 2006 05:52 (eighteen years ago) link
for the record, i know this b/c before moving here, i read the relevent ile threads. not b/c i'm stalking anyone :)
― W i l l (common_person), Thursday, 20 April 2006 06:08 (eighteen years ago) link
― J.D. (Justyn Dillingham), Thursday, 20 April 2006 06:27 (eighteen years ago) link
― W i l l (common_person), Thursday, 20 April 2006 18:07 (eighteen years ago) link
― tom west (thomp), Saturday, 12 August 2006 23:03 (seventeen years ago) link
― jed_ (jed), Saturday, 12 August 2006 23:20 (seventeen years ago) link
The last story in this collection - "Commcomm" - is simply a work of genius, one of the most moving works of fiction i've ever read. the ending is very similar to "Civilwarland In Bad Decline" (the story itself not the collection) but improves on that (already amazing) last section tenfold. i had a lump in my throat as i finished the story. Cutty, if you haven't read this yet you are in for a TREAT.
*first name terms but, hey, he feels like a friend!
― jed_ (jed), Tuesday, 12 September 2006 21:37 (seventeen years ago) link
― jed_ (jed), Tuesday, 12 September 2006 21:40 (seventeen years ago) link
― Josh (Josh), Wednesday, 13 September 2006 01:42 (seventeen years ago) link
― Jaq (Jaq), Tuesday, 19 September 2006 18:05 (seventeen years ago) link
Slacker could've at least provided the MacArthur Foundation with a head-shot - dude is the only person that doesn't have a picture.
― Jamesy (SuzyCreemcheese), Wednesday, 20 September 2006 00:05 (seventeen years ago) link
― cozen (Cozen), Tuesday, 21 November 2006 19:39 (seventeen years ago) link
― VALLEY OF BLIZZARDZ (Mr.Que), Tuesday, 21 November 2006 19:42 (seventeen years ago) link
― W i l l (common_person), Tuesday, 21 November 2006 19:51 (seventeen years ago) link
― VALLEY OF BLIZZARDZ (Mr.Que), Tuesday, 21 November 2006 19:54 (seventeen years ago) link
― Jerry the Nipper (Jerrynipper), Tuesday, 21 November 2006 20:39 (seventeen years ago) link
― W i l l (common_person), Tuesday, 21 November 2006 21:18 (seventeen years ago) link
― W i l l (common_person), Tuesday, 21 November 2006 21:23 (seventeen years ago) link
I wanted to tidy that quote up; jed had let a capital I slip and it bugged me when I read it through;
he is very funny, agreed; and I agree with nabisco that he not just making fun of the kind of everyday communication strung along in threaded jargon; speech as non-composed, imposed catchphrase commonplaces which have can have jolting effects:
I agree with cutty, too; and said so - without actually agreeing with cutty - the other day in conversation with jed: and it's a thing I most like about his writing: the stories appear whole and resolute, like the world itself, his worlds themselves, not piecemeal and built but entire;worlds with their own ins and throughs, outs and unders; full and so disorienting at first, as if you've found yourself on the wrong level of the office you work in and suddenly the fixtures are all wrong but the layout's somehow similar; but still they hang, suspended in the nets of their own logic, and eventually, as you come to their ends, you get understanding, whether it be through completion, correspondence, chronology, whatever - whether simple reading - eventual understanding achieved; and it can have the force and feel of a small miracle, like when how you look at somene or some phrase they have and it turns unfamiliar and queer to you then back through the angles into familiarity again and you shudder, kno'?
anyway, so he's funny, and has an ear for the way things shouldn't sound or be said, as much as people have noted he has an ear for what is said:
#1He says: now get off your indefensible high horse and give me Sam's home phone.
So I get off my indefensible high horse and give him Sam's home phone.
#2He's shouting for forgiveness. He's shouting that he's just a man. He's shouting that hatred and war made him nuts. I start running down the hill agreeing with him.
great posts nabisco, above, incidentally, to rain praise on you even tho you don't really need it, bub
I also think nabisco's is a valiant attempt to show "hysterical realism" as perhaps not altogether something new and not the lit. in majority - feels instinctually a touch disingenuous, if well-meaning, however, though I'm not, if I ever was!, currently up on the coin that this stuff gets in lit.america - did it ever have the pull and prominence in britain? jerry to fill in details? I can't rememeber
this is a particularly saundersian line itself from nabisco: he brings one old lady back from the dead and it's all "yeah, hysterics." : )
I agree with stevie jerard and read a lot of barthelme (the subvert technical manuals charge), beckett (fatalism fight meaning) and a whole bunch other stuff it's too late to try trace from the fanned saunders book on ma lap
anyway it's late and I'm still trying to stay away from places on the www that are bad for me : )
― cozen (Cozen), Tuesday, 21 November 2006 23:21 (seventeen years ago) link
― cozen (Cozen), Tuesday, 21 November 2006 23:22 (seventeen years ago) link
― cutty, Monday, 26 March 2007 15:50 (seventeen years ago) link
― thomp, Thursday, 29 March 2007 20:12 (seventeen years ago) link
i never heard of him till today, i just bought civilwarland in bad decline though
― Filey Camp, Thursday, 19 July 2007 15:54 (sixteen years ago) link
who loves goerge?
new collection of non-fiction essays out today
http://www.amazon.com/Braindead-Megaphone-George-Saunders/dp/159448256X/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1/104-5875193-3965550?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1188933122&sr=8-1
― cutty, Tuesday, 4 September 2007 19:12 (sixteen years ago) link
He's doing a reading at the Park Slope B&N on Thursday. Too bad everything I've heard about his non-fiction is keeping me far away from this collection.
― C0L1N B..., Tuesday, 4 September 2007 19:36 (sixteen years ago) link
also at the chelsea barnes & noble (6th @ 22nd) 7pm thursday
― jhøshea, Tuesday, 4 September 2007 19:37 (sixteen years ago) link
my sister read a galley and loved it
― jhøshea, Tuesday, 4 September 2007 19:38 (sixteen years ago) link
yah theres not any listing for the park slope store on the wesite
― jhøshea, Tuesday, 4 September 2007 19:41 (sixteen years ago) link
for a george saunders reading there on thursday that is
― jhøshea, Tuesday, 4 September 2007 19:42 (sixteen years ago) link
I'm an idiot; the map link from Flavorpill gave me the Park Slope one.
― C0L1N B..., Tuesday, 4 September 2007 19:45 (sixteen years ago) link
anyway i think i might go
― jhøshea, Tuesday, 4 September 2007 19:47 (sixteen years ago) link
Too bad everything I've heard about his non-fiction is keeping me far away from this collection.
i will gladly purchase this collection no matter what
― cutty, Tuesday, 4 September 2007 20:44 (sixteen years ago) link
I bought a signed copy of the new collection yesterday - if I'd known George was in town, I would have gone to his reading but I didn't find out until after the fact. Hearing him read part of "Jon" at Bumbershoot last year was the highlight of the weekend for me.
― Jaq, Wednesday, 12 September 2007 15:55 (sixteen years ago) link
i stopped by the reading but it was so fucking over full - then i left
― jhøshea, Wednesday, 12 September 2007 15:56 (sixteen years ago) link
the new collection is suprisingly awesome!
― Mr. Que, Wednesday, 12 September 2007 18:31 (sixteen years ago) link
(surprising because i love his fiction, but i've found a lot of his non-fiction that i've read to be boring. anyway, i dig the new book.)
― Mr. Que, Wednesday, 12 September 2007 18:32 (sixteen years ago) link