And The Snow Fell Softly On ILB: What Are You Reading Now Winter 2017/18

> For instance, what can be said to be the *edition* of a kindle work.

ebooks are versioned pretty much like software is (and yes, there's a uuid in the content.opf file in epubs). i've had updates for things i've previously downloaded (where, when examined, changed only the cover picture for a lower-quality one)

Finished Kawabata’s snow county and thousand cranes, good stuff. Any others of his I should seek out ?

I loved The Old Capital and The Dancing Girl Of Izu

'House of Sleeping Beauties' for a creepier side of him

Master of Go is the only other one i've read and that was a bit repetitive.

I imagine Master Of Go reading like a sports manga.

Which Charles Portis novel should I read first, or only? No collected stories/nonfiction, right?

True Grit might be his best novel as well as his biggest hit, but it is sui generis amongst his work - his only period piece. The Dog of the South is maybe his funniest.

Only read Dog Of The South but that one's great.

Thanks--yeah I heard that about TG and somehow was thinking Dog to start with---he does have a collection, stories and nonfiction: http://www.nytimes.com/2012/10/07/books/review/escape-velocity-selected-work-by-charles-portis.html

I would start with Dog or Norwood, which is of similar quality, if not quite as, um, epic.

Also need to post link to excellent story about DotS rediscovery/revival

TOMORROW, Sat. Jan 6, is the last day of COLISEUM BOOKS in NYC

just read

maggie nelson the argonauts

about to read

anne carson autobiography of red

How was The Argonauts? Been curious about that

love maggie nelson. loved the argonauts

Han Kang: The White Book
Max Porter: Grief is the Thing with Feathers

Hoo boy, couple of lighthearted jolly little numbers
They are both really, really good

Finished Kawabata’s snow county and thousand cranes, good stuff. Any others of his I should seek out ?

― calstars, Tuesday, 23 January 2018 11:55 (two days ago) Permalink

Beauty and Sadness

I read Eva Sleeps by Francesca Melandri and I enjoyed it without being bowled over. I know more about the C20th history South Tyrol / Alto Adige than I did, for sure. There's probably not enough tricky bullshit in it for my ridiculous and annoying tastes.

Now I am reading "Geometric Regional Novel" by Gert Jonke and it's right (right-angled) up my street.

Re Kawabata: There's also a new to English one just out, Dandelions, but I haven't read it yet: https://www.ndbooks.com/book/dandelions/

I liked jonke's System of Vienna

Me too but I am liking RGN a whole lot more, it seems more abstract (as you'd expect from a geometric novel I suppose) but seems more unsettling, somehow livelier.

I am going to have a go at describing how this makes me feel.

It's like, there's a load of invisible Oulipian scaffolding (poss. geometric) in the novel which is unknowable but feels like (a) if you studied the novel (and poss. geometry) for long enough all might become clear. Or it might not, and as I'm thinking about this a 1969 Gert Jonke is standing right behind me and laughing at me.

It's pretty strong, in its oblique way, on life in a shitty small town, its suffocations and absurd logic(s).

I read Eva Sleeps by Francesca Melandri and I enjoyed it without being bowled over.

Couldn't finish this, took far too long to get going and I thought the translation was dreadful.

New Year's resolution was to fight against my dilettante ways and fully immerse myself in the works of my favourite artists in different mediums. That's E.M. Forster for literature, who I decided sometime in my late teens is my favourite writer but I don't think I've read even half of his stuff yet. So going through the novels chronologically, I'll start by re-reading Where Angels Fear To Tread.

finishing Fire and Fury today, bought Jane Eyre on a whim and might just go for that next

Which Charles Portis novel should I read first, or only? No collected stories/nonfiction, right?

― dow, Wednesday, January 24, 2018 3:38 PM

Dog of the South is a deserved consensus choice, but Masters of Atlantis is the funniest novel I've ever read.

Re Kawabata: There's also a new to English one just out, Dandelions, but I haven't read it yet: https://www.ndbooks.com/book/dandelions/

― Mince Pramthwart (James Morrison), Thursday, 25 January 2018 Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

This sounds amazing!

anyone read the new maclaverty?

How was The Argonauts? Been curious about that

― Who put all those zings in your thread? (James Redd and the Blecchs), Wednesday, January 24, 2018 7:49 PM (three days ago) Bookmark Flag Post Permalink

i loved it. saying this as someone who would never opt to read either, she nails the mix of academic art criticism and memoir. i anticipated the form might tend to the loose and chatty, but the criticism is Rigorous; a remarkably sustained interrogation of a small number of Big Questions motivated by concerns of queer motherhood, love and family. her voice is incredible, she thinks about everything with enviable equanimity and self-doubt, turning things over, never trusting her impulses. it made me feel lazy in my mental routines, in a good way. and the diary sections pop

Reading David Hawkes's translation of The Dream of the Red Chamber and it's absolutely delicious, albeit a bit hard at first to keep tabs on who most of these people are.

I finished Simone De Beauvoir's Forces of Circumstance. On and off it took my six months. Life got in the way but also a less focused approach got into me. It didn't matter too much, the book had enough episodes that had a beginning, middle and end...so that I could dip in and out of. The two undercurrents were Algeria and her awareness of death. In a sense seeing her account of France (and her group of left-wingers) dealing with the whole matter of Algeria is somewhat akin to Proust's account of Dreyfus. More reportage than novelistic though. She is really sharp on anti-imperialism as the colonies are -- in the case of Algeria -- nearly destroying themselves to get rid of the colonizer. I would love to know what she made of Battle of Algiers and hopefully she notes this down made for the final volume.

Many, many other highlights in her always conversational and engaging thoughts of her two relationships (besides Sartre) with Nelson Algren and Lanzamann, the reaction to the release of The Second Sex (men, and the right-wing reacting to what was unsayable at the time, which isn't so different from someone saying this stuff on twitter...how the form of debate changes but what is said and countered doesn't so much) and finally trips, many trips: Rome, Cuba and a cracking sixty page account of her trip to Brazil. Mostly sensitively handled. Illuminating remarks at the end on how she is just thought as nothing more than Sartre's pupil, and how some people thought he wrote her novels. Parallels with Ferrante.

Easily her best book and I look forward to reading the other volumes as I pick them up.

Otherwise I finished a short volume of Richard Siebirth's translation of Louise Labe (Love Sonnets & Elegies). Crudely describe it as a cross between Sappho and Petrarch. Sieburth's essay is illuminating and centres on the controversy around a theory that Labe could not have written these (Sieburth refutes this btw), that instead it was Maurice Sceve (a man). There is a pattern..

halfway through the maclaverty now. it is masterful

Somehow some german critics made me read seventeenth summer by maureen daly. Wtf. What a bore of a book. I cannot imagine any teenagers enjoying reading it. What i hated most was the missing metaphysical component. When i was 17 i asked myself and the world the tough questions about god, meaning and life. this book prefers to deal with drinking cokes in cafes. The descriptions of nature etc. are pretty tedious. I also found annoying that angie, the main character never admits to anyone that she is in love. How is it possible to write this book about a summer and a boy without confessing it? Or is she just a heartless monster with some literary and observational skills?

I should note here that Siebirth is a great guy: I wrote to him once asking for more info about a privately printed book he had translated, Oswald von Wolkenstein's "Songs from a Single Eye", which was not available anywhere, and he just sent me a copy.

I finished (re)reading Julian. Vidal wrote it soon after he'd written some successful plays and his ability to dramatically delineate his characters through dialogue, and through granting each a distinct 'voice' is quite impressive.

Now I am reading some short stories by de Maupassant.

The Doomed City by Boris and Arkady Strugatsky.

We never worked so long and so painstakingly on any of our other works, either before or after. Three years was spent amassing, scrap by scrap, the episodes, the characters' biographies, individual phrases and turns of speech; we invented the City, its peculiarities, and the laws governing its existence, as well as a cosmography, as authentic as we could possibly make it, for this artificial world, and its history. It was genuinely delightful and fascinating work, but everything in this world ends sometime, and in June 1969 we drew up the first detailed plan and adopted the definitive title – The Doomed City. This is the title of a famous painting by Roerich that had once astounded us with its sombre beauty and the sense of hopelessness emanating from it.

The draft of the novel was completed in six sessions (in all, about seventy full working days) over a period of two and a quarter years. On May 27, 1972, we wrote in the final period, heaved a sigh of relief, and stuffed the unusually thick file into the bookcase. Into the archive. For a long time. Forever. It was perfectly obvious to us that the novel had absolutely no prospects.

The City is part of The Experiment, and filled with people from Earth who volunteered, irrevocably, for the social experiment. They keep it going, working at processes because the processes exist, and the book sort of clatters along, not concerned with anything gleaming, but garbage collection, stupidity, gloom, drunkenness. There's a sense of hidden meaning being very imperfectly and wrongly interpreted and discovered, as with Roadside Picnic – like the Sufi story about the blind people touching the elephant. The main character Andrei is a dim-witted, easily angered enthusiast for The Experiment, and gradually rises through the ranks. One of the book's main weaknesses is his imbecility. But its very good. Cynical and throwing absurdity at bureaucracy and planned societies.

Burned through The Left Hand of Darkness yesterday. Weird, sad, a thrill.

Le G.'sThe Dispossessed is pretty amazing too. Ditto the Strugatskys' Hard To A God.

Incidentally there was a Soviet propaganda poster v like that Roerich painting in the current (very good) Tate exhibition Red Star Over Russia. A vicious snake (presumably capitalism) coiled round an industrial city on a mount.

I finished Chocky by John Wyndham. It'd been a while since I'd read any straight science fiction. Probably the last one before this was The City and the City by China Mieville. That one had a more interesting conceit, but this was a bit more focused (and shorter). The prose seemed a bit workmanlike, but I guess that's par for the course. Also, considering the book is narrated by a father, it seems that the other members of the family remain kind of emotional ciphers - maybe that's just the way things were in the old days, but it seems to make the book less dramatic than it could have been.

Now I've started The Making of Zombie Wars by Aleksandar Hemon. For a comic novel, it has one major deficiency, which is that it mostly isn't very funny, though not for lack of trying. There is a constant stream of jokes - pitched high, low, and everywhere in between - some have potential, but there is usually something off with the timing or delivery, or they're just too random and opportunistic. It fares better with scenes of lust, violence and sex, and the plot keeps moving along nicely, but primarily due to the scarcity of yuks, it still feels like a second-rate imitation of something like The Russian Debutante's Handbook.

Rereading Where Angels Fear To Tread is a sobering reminder of how little I retain from a novel a few years after I've read it - einmal ist keinmal. Case in point, I remember this novel as being about a young repressed British woman finding love in sunny Italy but that's actually just where the book starts, not at all where it ends up...

At Christmas I read Guillem Balague's book with Mauricio Pochettino, or vice versa: BRAVE NEW WORLD: INSIDE POCHETTINO'S SPURS (2017).

I am now reading Barbara Kingsolver's FLIGHT BEHAVIOUR (2012) for the second time.

It is well written and earnest though probably a deal longer than it needs to be.

I like the sound of "Geometric Regional Novel".

been reading the Judith rossner novel of looking for mr goodbar, surprising me a bit that it's p well written...has anyone read this or anything by her? search reveals shes never been mentioned on ilx

I read at least the part where she's hanging out with this Johnny Ramone type who always says that drugs are too good for hippies, and he wears army pants instead of jeans so people won't think he's a fuggin' flower Child. Think I'll go see if the library still has that. Also if they still have another Rossner I skimmed, August, about the Dog Days, when everybody's shrink goes off to the Hamptons ("You'll be fine, and you have the numbers, of course.")

Finished Dugresic's Ministry of Pain. Some novels based on recent real events to the writing of the book based on them -- this is from the mid-90s, dealing with the fallout from the Yugoslav civil war -- can read like a bunch of testimonials (look at the title) with little invention and reconstruction. However that wasn't much of a problem, in this particular csse. I liked how there were several unlikeable characters, making something different out of a micro-genre I don't care for (the academic novel).

Now running through Plath's Letters Home. She does tell her mother A LOT (although maybe not everything). Just about to get to the point she goes to England and meets Ted Hughes.

read christopher higgs 'as i stand living' which he describes as a "radical memoir" of a year of his life as he finishes a phd. it's radical in the sense that he writes continually about how much he hates writing, hates academia, doesn't want to get a job - seems honest in a quite stupid way, but then he's an academic now, so who knows

started robbe-grillet 'recollections of the golden triangle' - nobody writes anything like him (jonke mentioned above comes close sometimes, and claude simon, but they're still way off what robbe-grillet does with the reading experience), but what he writes about is so often completely repulsive; not sure i'll finish this one

The half dozen de Maupassant short stories I've read so far (in the Penguin Classic "Selected Short Stories" translated by Roger Colet) all revolve around sexuality, with an emphasis on prostitutes and illicit affairs. This may not be a fair reflection on the ordinary lives of nineteenth century France, but it certainly suggests something along that line.

The other feature I notice is that the social conventions in play are absolutely understood and accepted by everyone. They are accepted without demure because the most restrictive social conventions have equally conventional evasions. This contrasts greatly with current US society which is so balkanized and fluid that no one knows what conventions are in play.

Might also be about literary conventions re certain subjects, in a certain range of magazines, maybe a a certain de facto subgenre--? In The Golden Age of Short Stories, market-wise.

It's a fair reflection of the life of de Maupassant, tbh.