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

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next i picked up javier cercas' soldiers of salamis in which bolano makes an appearance. i had no clue about it, kind of a funny coincidence

Same! That's a really dope book imo.

Need to try him again. I read one Cercas book where the ending was basically 'But Betsy's been dead for 10 years!', which was really irritating, but it was good up to then.

bought the big new directions clarice lispector complete short stories collection this weekend and read some of the early ones last night; very sultry

I'm not sure that Hemingway deserves devotion.

pf - i assume that's the michael wood slight? the geoffrey hill poem wasn't all that, but i wasn't really interested in hearing what michael wood had to say on a book about which i was feeling quite emotional. or do you not like gillian rose?

Fizzles - purely about Wood. He is probably my favourite critic ever, when it comes down to it - so from my POV, buying a book with him in it and reading everything except his contribution is a definition of readerly perversity. I don't see him as antithetical to emotion, either: far from it.

I don't know enough Hill to talk about him. Rose I have always felt overrated but again don't know the work as well as you do.

I don't think anyone's been devoted to Hemingway in the last fifty years or so, except Simone DeRochefort and that's just a sex thing iirc.

I can attest that Hemingway's reputation among the young was in deep eclipse by 1970. He did not fit the tenor of the times and he'd been so widely imitated for so long that when people wanted something new and different, he was swept aside in the general flood of crazy. The 1970s feminist revival put the last nail in his coffin.

Recently read The Collected Stories, starting with the most recent (in late 1930s), then jumping back to ther very beginning, zig-zagging through scenes from Nick Adams' life, for instance---incl. experiences in and after Great War, his and other participants'---the hairline fractures in and of continuity could come from Wartime, influencing views of pre-War too, but think it's mostly presented in order of publication?.

The one about American couples at loose ends/endings abroad that stands out (before the late 30s subset) has a guy trying to talk a woman into an abortion, and she deflects, feints (they're having another liquid meal), 'til finally tells him she'll do whatever he wants, *if* he'll just shut up---but it's too high a price, he can't shut up, just loses his nerve when he sees her distress---and starts trying to talk her into believing it'll be okay if she has the baby (despite all the opposite talking points he's just made).

There's also one about a man in the hospital who listens to live and live-seeming) radio shows every night, from all over the continent (AM radio travels further at night), imagining the lives of dancing couples, especially in a particular ballroom---he listens with volume always set at lowest possible level of audibility.

The most recent are most impressive, in some ways---would like to read more stories, though after being absorbed by the ones involving bullfighters, looked through the apparently nonfiction Death In The Afternoon, dunno about that.

Stories re Spanish Civil War were striking, but have read that his journalism from that gets too agitprop. True?

Pity the nation: Lebanon at war by Robert Fisk

Books about Hemingway still get farted out as much as books about Virgiina Woolf.

It is easy enough to guess who might be writing all those Hemingway books (hint: publish or perish), but I am puzzled as to who buys those books?

Dunno but this is one of my all-time favorite Hemingway anecdotes:

http://articles.chicagotribune.com/1995-08-13/entertainment/9508130046_1_budd-schulberg-papa-hemingway-screenplay

The first words out of his mouth were short, sharp jabs. `So you're Schulberg? The book writer?'

" `I've written a few books.'

"Now the hard right: `What do you know about prizefighting--for Christ's sweet sake?' "

Finished that Annihilation. It's scary and smart like everyone says, don't have much to add.

Going back to my Forster task now with A Room With A View.

a guy trying to talk a woman into an abortion

is there more than one?!

More than one whut

There are several about American couples in Europe, but I think (although I can't always read between his lines) that only one of these involves an abortion, if that's what you mean. And that's the one of this subset that I remember the best.

That is “Hills Like White Elephants” I believe

Right, thanks, I had already checked the book back in, should have gone back and made sure of titles before posting. It's not The Collected..., but The Short Stories of Ernest Hemingway(Scribner's, 1966)--as listed in library catalog:

The short happy life of Francis Macomber -- The capitol of the world -- The snows of Kilimanjaro -- Old man at the bridge -- Up in Michigan -- On the Quai at Smyrna -- Indian camp -- The doctor and the doctor's wife -- The end of something -- The three-day blow -- The battler -- A very short story -- Soldier's home -- The revolutionist -- Mr. and Mrs. Elliot -- Cat in the rain -- Out of season -- Cross-country snow -- My old man -- Big two-hearted river: part I -- Big two-hearted river: part II -- The undefeated -- In another country -- Hills like white elephants -- The killers. Che ti dice la patria? -- Fifty grand -- A simple enquiry -- Ten indians -- A canary for one -- An alpine idyll -- A pursuit race -- Today is friday -- Banal story -- Now I lay me -- After the storm -- A clean, well-lighted place -- The light of the world -- God rest you merry, gentlemen -- The sea change -- A way you'll never be -- The mother of a queen -- One reader writes -- Homage to Switzerland -- A day's wait -- A natural history of the dead -- Wine of Wyoming -- The gambler, the nun, and the radio -- Fathers and sons.

I finished Sapphira and the Slave Girl and it was excellent in many ways, but marred by an unconscious complacence about racism that Cather disguised beneath a complex condemnation of slavery. The strength of the book lies in its sympathetic understanding of its white characters and the ways in which maintaining slavery imposed difficult moral and social problems upon them for which they had no adequate answers.

The weakness of the book is that the black characters are much too simple, too imperfectly explored, and too easily explained. They are not mere stereotypes and foils for the white characters; they do achieve a certain amount of reality and sympathy, but it is a thin and insubstantial reality, just a short step above stereotype.

The book I have now begin to read is A Nervous Splendor, which observes Vienna and some famous Viennese figures, during a ten month period in 1888-89. In order to provide adequate background, the author must of course pull in many facts from outside this period, but the conceit is that this short time encapsulates everything of importance the author wants to examine. My only quarrel so far is the writing style is a bit too overtly stylish for my taste and the details adduced are made to support conclusions they are not always sturdy enough to uphold.

I am 600 pages into Crucible of War by Fred Anderson. I think I lost a bit of interest when the War itself ended and the focus turned to politics, but I am too far in to bail out now.

I'm not sure that Hemingway deserves devotion.

― the pinefox, Wednesday, March 7, 2018

He's still fine as an way to trim excesses in student short story writing.

*a way

nadanadanada

UR Ananthamurthy - Bhava
Carlo Gadda - The Experience of Pain

Loved A Nervous Splendour: heard about it originally from other folks raving about it on ILB several years ago. The sequel, about 1913/14 is excellent too.

I need some good recs for recent gay male lit.

Can it be YA? If so, Vanilla by Billy Merrill is very interesting. Written in blank verse.

sure!

I'm reading "The Hearing Trumpet" by Leonora Carrington. It's very brief and I had been finding it OK but slow going, have just started enjoying it after about 110 of its 150 pages. I could do with more weirdness or more of a romp, some element of both of those may be emerging.

I read this odd thing also: http://probabilitydistributiongroup.bigcartel.com/product/the-injuries-of-time-desmond-wolfe-and-the-mulholland-archive-limited-edition-monochrome-version (in case the link expires, it's "The Injuries of Time - Desmond Wolfe and the Mulholland Archive") which is apparently a study of the archive of a missing academic who appears to have gone mad studying the archive of a missing academic who appears to have gone mad. It manages to achieve a genuinely eerie feeling, I liked it very much.

It's from the same mysterious person / people who made "This Wounded Island" which I mentioned here: ILB Gripped the Steps and Other Stories. What Are You Reading Now, Spring 2017

There seems to be virtually nothing about them on the internet.

Very intriguing. Doesn't even seem to be a Monkbridge University. I'm def going to grab that book, thanks much.

There is no such institution - I think it's a piece of semi-satirical world-building (certainly "This Wounded Island" is taking a (fond?) poke at both "psychogeography" as currently practiced, and at Brexitty Kentlands) but it's all done well enough to achieve an enjoyably spooked atmosphere.

More spooked Kentery to be found in "All The Devils Are Here" by David Seabrook, recently reprinted by Granta - went to a fun event re-launching it last week. It's a woozy and unsettling survey of selected Kentish monsters (and troubled souls) over the course of a few hundred years, from Charles Hawtrey to Lord Haw-Haw. I know I've banged on about that one also in the past, it's dead good although one suspects some of the author's own views may have been scabrous, perhaps sometimes straying into the dodgy. It's the closest I've ever found narrative non-fiction coming to the feeling of one of those hangovers that seems to be a howling tunnel of horror and self-loathing and it's the sort of narrative non-fiction that will hold conversations with ghosts.

I'm reading Ishiguro's Nocturnes: Five Stories of Music and Nightfall. I like the first one, "Crooner," especially this bit:
We went through that song, full of travelling and goodbye. An American man leaving his woman. He keeps thinking of her as he passes through the towns one by one, verse by verse, Phoenix, Albuquerque, Oklahoma, driving down a long road, the way my mother never could. If only we could leave things behind like that---I guess that's what my mother would have thought. If only sadness could be like that.

The second one, "Come Rain Or Come Shine," immediately and for most of it seems even better, or different: a wild/precise dark comedy, going toward farce, then more poignant---but ending up too The Big Chill for me, off-putting and retrospectively reductive in some ways. But I def. get his range and depth, to some extent---other Ishiguro I should read---?

No clear objections to the actual The Big Chill, far as I can recall, but subsequent arts reminders of it seem too auto-generational re middle-ageing etc. (not nec. Boomer).

I finished A Nervous Splendor, Frederic Morton. Maybe it's because I spent 1600 pages living inside The Man Without Qualities last year, but my enjoyment of this was not as keen as that of other ILB'ers who've praised it in the past.

The larger point of the book was that the Austro-Hungarian Empire was faltering due to its habitually burying problems beneath impressive ritual, and distracting itself with superficialities, giving it a seductive gaiety that papered over its stasis, emptiness and futility. Ironically, it felt like the author's style mirrored the style he attributed to Viennese in general. It was just a bit too flashy, a bit too concerned with building up heroes while dismissively pointing at their feet of clay. In a way, this was the perfect style to deftly mirror his subject matter, but for me it embraced too much of the superficiality and emptiness he was trying to convey and it was oddly unsatisfying.

other Ishiguro I should read---?

I totally loved When We Were Orphans, which I don't hear anyone talk about much; I think I strongly identified with the narrator's status as an immigrant who thinks he's assimilated much more than he actually has. Remains Of The Day is good too, as you may have heard. Both feature sad unreliable narrators.

Tired of unreliable narrators, esp. sad, but whaddayagonnado, sigh. Will check, thanks. Also curious about his allegorical fantasy novel or straight-up fantasy novel or whatever it is.

the three body problem

any sufficiently advanced technology is indistinguishable from a fantasy novel

I am also reading that, and enjoying it immensely, despite some reservations about weird dialogue, but there had best be some good explanations, even if they are handwavy, in the 100p I have left.

i thought its pacing and general appeal slipped quite badly towards the end unfortunately. still think the first half / two thirds was excellent.

reading the second in the trilogy, the dark forest, now. it’s a bit hard going and is more about the grind of preparing for an alien encounter 4.25 light years and multiple generations away, with modelled social implications. i quite like the way liu cixin (劉慈欣) is happy to let societal models play out almost as if they were characters an author allows to make their own decisions rather than forcing them down preconceived plotlines. but it’s not *really* a compelling basis for a novel.

also *lots* of characters who in strugglijg to distinguish.

on the advanced technology / fantasy point thomp, i think i agree. but the retention of scientistic language provides framework linking current day science and plausible future science to “fantasy science”. i’d also ask whether you’d include something that uses a scientific paradigm jump as its basic principle - like teleportation in The Stars My Destination - in that category.

there’s also a consideration, which is also too dull to consider, that much actual physics can feel fantastic, or requiring of a certain amount of faith, if you don’t properly understand the mechanics (as i don’t). tho as i say it’s a pub bore point.

oh different translator too. noticeable i think. and not in a good way. i liked the manner of ken liu’s translation.

Tired of unreliable narrators, esp. sad, but whaddayagonnado, sigh. Will check, thanks. Also curious about his allegorical fantasy novel or straight-up fantasy novel or whatever it is.

I fear unreliable narrators are kinda Ishiguro's thing? I read his fantasy novel - The Buried Giant - recently and thought it was just ok. Reminded me a lot of T.H. White.

Here's my book news:

Glass shelf failure! They’d been good for 15 years... pic.twitter.com/VQlwFcHL1f

— The Half Pint Press (@halfpintpress) March 16, 2018

bleurgh

Jesus Tim I'm sorry.

In my early twenties I had some cheap shelves that I didn't secure too properly and I threw a big party. They collapsed in the middle of a SingStar karaoke session, dozens and dozens of CDs and books flying directly at us.

Calamity! Quite a graceful failure though. Were you home, was it loud?

I keep on meaning to write on the Ishiguro thread about why the Buried Giant is conceptually hugely flawed and bad, and The Unconsoled is a bona fide masterpiece. But not today.

amazing photo!

We weren't home; I wish I'd heard it. It was remarkably civilised of the books to fall downwards rather than outwards. The glass mostly broke very cleanly also, thank goodness.

Not sure what material to use to replace, it's gotta be thin and v strong and not v bendy. Reinforced glass would be perfect but is I think rather expensive.

I'm reading Robert Remini's doorstop bio of Daniel Webster cuz why not. I finished John Kenneth Galbraith's rather forgotten novel A Tenured Professor and hope to start Alan Hollinghurst's latest and Under the Udala Trees, both recommendations after posting my list of my favorite queer fiction.

Carlo Emilio Gadda's The Experience of Pain will be one of the best reads of the year. It's akin to Kafka's America (this pure invention of a place) (which is of course not solely confined to that book, although they were possibly written around at the same time) and, in its misanthropy and general auto-fictional framework brings to mind Celine's Death on the Installment Plan. Its not really written like either and seems like a hodgepodge of styles for its first part, then settles to something more stable and addictive in the second (I do need to go back to part I) and some very powerful pages.

Carrying on the undercover modernism theme I am now giving Tsvetaeva's diaries Earthly Signs - Moscow Diaries: 1917-1922 a once over. I love her prose (Russian prose by poets was a thing) so I am glad to have more of it.