Sunday, November 28, 2010
A Dog Named Wolf
I love the idea of this tiny print journal--one story per issue, saddle stapled, chapbook style. At the One Story website, you can discuss the stories, subscribe, get lots of additional information, and learn how to submit. But it's a sweet little print magazine that comes in the mail, like Inch (for short poems and short short fiction) and blink, before it.
Marcus, a new Facebook friend and fellow writer, who lives in Germany, has an interesting stack of books on his desk right now:
The Ballad of the Sad Cafe, by Carson McCullers
Samuel Beckett, The Short Prose
Our Lady of the Flowers, by Jean Genet
Giraffes in Hiding, by Carol Novack
and three by John Hawkes: The Lime Twig, Second Skin, and Travesty
I would love to know from Marcus, why these particular books at this particular time? Which will he read first? Will he read one straight through and then the next, or read around in several at a time?!
Looks like John Hawkes has great admirers and writes lyrically in mystery or thriller mode and also in complex prose resembling a European more than an American sensibility. Is this correct, Hawkes readers?
Giraffes in Hiding looks like a wild ride! And its subtitle is The Mythical Memoirs of Carol Novack, so she must be a goddess! I love this bit of the author's bio at Amazon: "Carol Novack is a writer of sociopolitical neuroerotic rants and raves, poems, prose poems, and image drenched, lyrical whatnots, and a play." Ah, Genet and Beckett wrote plays, too.
Marcus, do you read a lot of plays?
I am progressing in Other Voices, Other Rooms, by Truman Capote, and found the phrase that is the title on page 100, in the indirect dialogue of the character Little Sunshine, who lives in an old hotel because if he ever "went away, as he had once upon a time, other voices, other rooms, voices lost and clouded, strummed his dreams." And that is a taste of the lovely, lyrical, vaguely mysterious prose style of this particular novel.
I took up this novel to encounter the Idabel Thompkins, who is based on Harper Lee, as I learned in Mockingbird, by Charles J. Shields. I mentioned this in an earlier blog entry, spelling it Tompkins, as I'd found it on page 59 of that book. Imagine my surprise to find it spelled Thompkins in the actual novel. This is one of those moments of mild woe for me, when I ponder the state of print publishing, proofreading, copy editing, entry level jobs, graduates with degrees in English or communications. Sigh....
Fortunately, I write a BLOG, and can make all the errors I want. Or, in most cases, don't want.
And, finally, I am dog-sitting a dog named Wolf.