You should read great books because they enlargen your experience of life, briefly countermand death, and engender joy. If they make you a better writer too, cool.
ok writer peeps i need your opinion because a friend and i have been arguing for two days about this: should you read the classics to hone your craft? ("western" classics like shakespeare, beowulf, steinbeck, etc)
โNever try to convey your idea to the audience - it is a thankless and senseless task. Show them life, and theyโll find within themselves the means to assess and appreciate it.โ
Andrei Tarkovsky
Prose so evocative you can taste the sharp shock of mountain hoarfrost in the back of your throat, smell the heady aroma of planed pine. Iโll return to this book for the rest of my life.
Harold Bloom was correct to emphasize the importance of creative misreading on the process of literary apprenticeship. I, for instance, believe that In Search of Lost Time is about me. Hamlet? Hamlet is about me.
Literature can do some of what is done by sociology, psychology, philosophy, critical theory, poly sci, etc., but what it does that no other discipline does is attune you to the volume & strangeness of existence.
Now that I've signed up for Criterion Channel, I'm going to watch one movie every Sunday morning. So, I need to build a list. Kindly comment your favorite CC movie (name only one film, please) along with a few words about why you love it.
Just finished a crisply written, tautly plotted, highly lauded novel about which I have, really, nothing bad to say except that reading it gave me no pleasure. Why? Because its prose prizes efficiency over distinctiveness, legibility over complexity. Why do I dislike that?
You know that phenomenon of literary-adjacent Pulitzer-type novels being well-written in the first 15 pages but then pairing down the prose to a breezy, lightly scented version of the same for the rest of the book? I've never seen someone suggest that technique, but...
Hyperinflation of language: passable writing is genius, smirk-inducing comments are hilarious, imperfect circumstances from childhood are traumas, spirited disagreements are violence.
After two years of searching, in which I enlisted four booksellers across four states to scour their databases, and even emailed directly with the author (who himself doesnโt own a copy), I finally have it - Joshua Cohenโs A Heaven of Others.
2023โs hottest novel is Solenoid. This book has everything. An underground menagerie of enormous grotesqueries. Harrowing excavations of the unconscious. *The Voynich manuscript!*
My friends assume that bc I read big sad books I must be sad too, but they're all insomniacs on anti-anxiety meds, battling invasive thoughts while watching The Bachelor; meanwhile, I wake up from another perfect night's sleep & dive into Gaddis just smiling & singing to myself.
Very rarely, a book I want from the library is already checked out. I wish there were a way to message whoever has it. Seems like the easiest way to make new friends.
A tattered copy of a minor work by a forgotten writer dredged up from the library bowels of a fifth-tier American city turns out to be dazzling, the most empathetic & imaginative work of speculative psychology Iโve encountered. Hapax legomenon, every life, every thing.
An interviewer once asked Nabokov whether he agreed with the complaint that all his books sound alike. Nabokov conceded that that may in fact be true: genius has only itself to draw on; whereas, talent can pull from anywhere. I think about that in relation to bands who are...
The book & a representative passage - by Maurice Maeterlinck, the great Belgian symbolist playwright (who was, as I recently learned, also an apiarist).
A tattered copy of a minor work by a forgotten writer dredged up from the library bowels of a fifth-tier American city turns out to be dazzling, the most empathetic & imaginative work of speculative psychology Iโve encountered. Hapax legomenon, every life, every thing.
Gaddis vs DeLillo on a sentence level. DeLillo's prose bounces & breathes; Gaddis's holds its breath, violently exhaling at the end of each line. Gaddis, both angular & baroque. DeLillo's salmagundi: mixing the menace of politics with the flavor of the banal everyday.
The scariest novel I've ever read is yours. The bloated ambition, the flaccid execution, those rancid mixed metaphors. After I read it, I said to your high-school crush and all the authors you respect, Who are his influences, Paulo Coelho & the back of a Hamburger Helper box?
My brother, who wasnโt even supposed to get me a gift this year, tracked down a first-edition, signed copy of Airships. This is the best book I will ever own. I have a great brother.
In March of 1981, my grandfather was murdered. Within weeks, the man who killed him, a convict out on parole, was caught by the FBI. There is no doubt that this man is the man who killed my grandfather: even in court, he didn't profess his innocence. Butโ
Wearing my Don DeLillo baseball cap, my Anthology Film Archive tee, carrying a Paris Review tote over one shoulder & a Charlie Parker tote over the other, waiting for a beautiful, brilliant woman to approach me but instead I get punched in the face by a guy named Barf.
Y'all forgot to include these on your top-10 lists:
Ada or Ardor
Seymour: An Introduction
The Horse's Mouth
Geronimo Rex
The Messiah of Stockholm
The Moviegoer
Free Fall
Witz
Train Dreams
uhhh what else?
Moscow-Petushki
If on a winter's night a traveler
Voynich manuscript
@aliner
Years ago there was a perfume store in NYC that put all their scents on tap so you didnโt know what you were smelling. The number of sophisticates who walked out of the place with Pitbull by Pitbull was my favorite walk of shame.
Gradually unsubtling the entire enterprise of literature until it's revealed to be nothing but two simple declarative statements.
I want attention.
I am afraid to die.
The moral decision to not have a job, to lie about in bed all day reading, writing & drinking coffee so as not to contribute to the tax base subsidizing genocide abroad.
It's a shame how many celebrated books are out of print - the entire canon of a recent Nobel Prize winner, even. I've searched everywhere but haven't been able to find a single volume by this Bob Dylan.
New POV just dropped! Super limited third person omniscient who's not really listening! The reader isn't privy to the thoughts or feelings of any character, and the narrator's kind of thinking about something else the whole time! Get writing!
Readers of literary fiction are supposed to be unlikeable. Writers of literary fiction are supposed to be unlovable. No need to dedicate further column space to these self-evident truths.
For the first time in a decade, I find myself tremendously happy on my birthday. & I find that joy that precludes consideration of the profound suffering of others isnโt joy, but delusion.
Some of yโall have never had a complete psychotic breakdown or beheld the effulgent face of God & it shows (in how you donโt appreciate Walker Percyโs The Moviegoer, a novel about conflating psychosis with a religious experience & finding both wanting).
Reading Harold Brodkey for the first time. The polarized response to his work promisesโsomething. Bloom & DeLillo call him one of the best writers of his age. But many major lit publications knocked him for being verbose, self-indulgent, tedious, bogus, etc. So letโs see.
Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendรญa was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover Diet Mountain Dew.
I've been sitting with that question for about an hour now, & the best answer I can manage is: I come to literature to be shocked by the strangeness of existence, how uncanny it is that we exist, what bizarre creatures we are. Lucidly conceived, lucidly executed books feel