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Name: Ted
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Birthday: 4/18/1982
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Friday, July 14, 2006

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I'm no longer blogging here. Please check out edwardhenry.wordpress.com for my present weblog.

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Ted


Monday, August 08, 2005

Currently Reading
Midnight's Children (Penguin Great Books of the 20th Century)
By Salman Rushdie
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You should, all of you, stop at a newsstand and buy The Atlantic's Fiction Issue 2005. It's important, intelligent, and is on newsstands until October. If you're a subscriber, you can read it online. If you're not, you can read a few paragraphs.

The fiction itself is fair to good: no truly bad stories, and a few actual good ones. You'll want to read, in descending order:
Poor Devil, by Charles Baxter (A simple, contemporary, broken-hearted love story.)

Weightlifting for Catholics by Mark Jacobs (Stylistically and thematically the best story in the magazine, although it suffers from a tepid ending.)

The House on Kronenstrasse by Shira Nayman (Interesting stuff--and we should never tire of reading about the Holocaust.)
The true gems, however, are two nonfiction pieces:

Writers and Mentors by Rick Moody is worth the price of the magazine. In the past, I've vilified the creative-writing workshop on this blog; today, I am speechless in the glow of Moody's lucidity. So that you nonsubscribers can get the gist, I am going to post this whole section:
Now, once an audience begins to experience itself as a community with power, it begins to ask certain questions about stories. I'm sure that analogous questions are asked about poems and essays in workshops every day, but I have less experience with those forms. Pardon me, then, if I confine myself to the kinds of questions that are a commonplace of the contemporary fiction workshop.

[NOTE: for some reason, Moody's magical lists are not present in the online version--a terrible mistake by the Atlantic web-squad, I imagine. All the more reason to buy the magazine. Here's a few from my fingertips]
  1. Does the story begin effectively?
  2. Does the story end effectively?
  3. Does the story have a conflict?
  4. Are the characters believable?
  5. Are the charactes likeable?
  6. Is the story dramatic? Does drama help the story move?
  7. Is the language in the way?
  8. Does the story have a theme?
  9. Does the character experience an epiphany?
  10. Are you moved?
This is just off the top of my head. Many other such questions can be imagined. To the extent that a student comes to expect these questions, or to the extent that he or she writes in expectation of them, the likely product will be stories (or poems or essays) that reduce the chances of innovation, that ratify the workshop as a system, and that ratify the idea of the university but do little for the development of the form or for our language as a whole.

If I had it to do myself, I might instead ask questions like these:

[Again, edited and inserted by me.]
  1. Has the writer attempted to eliminate all adverbs?
  2. What's wrong with using a few more semicolons?
  3. Does this story contain any sentences that you want to remember to your grave?
  4. Would Samuel Beckett like this story? Would Virginia Woolf?
  5. Does this story answer the question, "Why bother to write?"
  6. Can this story save any lives?
I am not suggesting, of course, that traditional workshop questions are entirely without merit (though I personally will have no truck with the idea of likeability, which is the hobgoblin of small minds), nor am I suggesting that even quite innovative stories are without conflict or character (although one does recall John Hawkes's famous remark that "the true enemies of the novel were plot, character, setting and theme"). What I am suggesting is that a workshop structure that becomes oriented toward what is easy to say about a story will, by its very nature, default on its responsibility when faced with two kinds of work: the very good and the very bad. What gets lost, therefore, is what is at the margins of convention, and that is potentially catastrophic, because a literary form is defined in part by the marginal, by what is impossible, by what is grandiose and revolutionary, whether in the good sense or in the bad.
This is insightful stuff, especially since the criticisms in Moody's article are eminently applicable to the stories which follow it in the Atlantic's Fiction Issue. Too often, short stories in contemporary magazies read bland and banal, as if the edges have been rounded off--as if they were written by committee. The problem, I think, is deeper than the shortcomings of the workshop model--but it's certainly not helping.

Also phenomenal is Mary Gordon's Moral Fiction. To sum up: Gordon reminds us that the relationship between morality and fiction is not as tight as we would like to think it is, and that fiction is best when it aims to portray a complicated, irreducible moral vision (think The Brothers Karamazov) not a simple, neatly-packaged moral (think Left Behind: Tribulation Force). Be sure to read this embedded snippet from Saul Bellow.

That's all for now. Happy reading.


Wednesday, July 27, 2005

Currently Listening
Brighten The Corners
By Pavement
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When it's this hot, you'd do well to spend a late afternoon in the cool air-conditioned world of the movies. At present, two of the hottest shows in town are Wedding Crashes (which rules) and Spielberg's War of the Worlds (which does not). Here's some reading concerning those involved:

On Slate, Field Maloney wonders "Was Owen Wilson the key to the Wes Anderson phenomenon?" This is a misleading query, for assumes--as so many critics have recently--that Wes Anderson has fallen from grace, after the utter failure of Zissou (I disagree: it was delightful) and the mess that was The Royal Tenenbaums (again I disagree, but this time with more fervor: I think RT is one of the best movies of the past ten years). At any rate, the article is engaging, if a little misguided. Snaps to Maloney for correctly identifying the best joke in Wedding Crashers

Better reading can be found in the New York Review, where Geoffrey O'Brien provides a steller analysis of War of the Worlds. O'Brien's critique is right on:
This family drama seems too calculated an interpolation, fulfilling too neatly the Hollywood requirement that all movies must involve the "redemption" of at least one central character. The H.G. Wells novel followed a more austere and solitary course, as its anonymous hero mostly hid out and watched from the sidelines while the disaster unfolded. He was there as an observer; it was the fate of the race that was in question. Here we are often distracted from the magnitude of the catastrophe by worrying about what will happen to Ray, his teenage son, and his ten-year-old daughter, as if謡ith inescapable movie logic葉he fate of the rest of humanity took second place to Ray's need to establish a good relationship with his kids and get them safely back to their mother in Boston.
O'Brien goes on to consider the import of Wells' text, and the movies, cultural landmarks, and general fear of aliens that it induced.


Friday, July 22, 2005

Currently Reading
Hard Times: An Authoritative Text, Backgrounds, Sources, and Contemporary Reactions, Criticism (Norton Critical Edition)
By Charles Dickens
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Wednesday, July 20, 2005

Currently Listening
The Score
By The Fugees (Refugee Camp)
Ready or Not
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I simply want to write a quick note to whoever may be reading this, to remind them that The Fugees were killer, and "Ready or Not" was one of the best songs of the 1990s.

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