After almost a year in my MFA program, I haven’t heard quite enough talk like this:
brian evenson says: I don’t think that writing should be doing anything in particular, but I do think it should be “doing.” It’s easy for writing to slip into old tired patterns where it doesn’t have to “do”, where it’s follow the same groove in the same record, where it’s covering the same tired ground, where it’s one of the millions of cars on the same superhighway, inching along with everyone else. How much better if the writing is traveling down disused back roads getting knocked by branches and trying to make it around places where the road has been washed out. Or threading itself thinly down an animal track. Or hacking its way deep into the thicket of being without having decided in advance what it’ll find there. The more effort, the better…
Via the redesigned Condalmo. (I leave you guys alone for 3 days and you paint the walls red.)
Religious wierdos, the Hollywood novel and film noir: a dissertation I want to read. (why my google reader only notices a month later, I have no idea).
I may not have the new Don Delillo book in hand, but I can enjoy chapter one at the New Yorker online. And in the actual paper magazine, which I should get to in about 94 days.
Tod Goldberg shares the dope on the Jewish end of days. Now with zombies!
The perfect link for someone planning a party: Ahhhhhh the French Champagne! Orson Welles and drawings by Alex Itin.
Thanks for pointing out the Evenson quote, Pinky! I hadn’t seen that, but love it, of course.
He thinks artists can take beatings, branches, very well. Harder for readerships I think!
The Hood Company