Posts Tagged 'literature'

"I want to read my own production and astonish myself"

In one index of his growing international reputation, Mr. Bellatin recently signed a multibook deal with Gallimard, the prestigious French publisher, that calls for his next several works to be issued in France before they appear in Spanish in Latin America. As usual he has seized on that opportunity to make mischief: rather than publish his original manuscript here, he intends to have someone else render the French translation back into Spanish.

There is a feature on Mexican writer Mario Bellatín in the NY Times from last Sunday. His novella Beauty Salon (originally published in Spanish in 1994) is out now in translation (by Kurt Hollander) from City Lights Books. Between him and Alejandro Zambra you can read very few pages and still be hip to contemporary Latin American letters. Get on it (my slow ass is).

"…that we failed to imagine for ourselves a world we could truly thrive in."

In the past twenty years we’ve seen the rise of capitalism 2.0: globalization, which can truly do only one thing well, and that is commodify and sell. All other factors must be subordinated to this goal. Local cultures and traditional ways of life—if they can’t be appropriated and sold—must be smoothed out, pulverized, and replaced by quantifiable markets.

The truly great promise of poetry—today, right now—is as a functioning site of resistance to globalization; and to be very clear, I don’t mean that poetry should be explicitly political, or anti- or pro-anything. Sloganeering is best left to pamphlets. Poetry resists simply by stubbornly existing largely outside the control of the capitalist hegemony, by creating a true and uncommodifiable culture. —Jeremy Schmall at HTMLGIANT

Read that. The post, of course, gets bonus points for the picture at its end.

Evolution Through Storytelling

I stood up—the pain beginning to set in—and unpacked my mother’s chicken-and-pepper sandwich; it was stale, the pepper mushy and bitter. I turned on the lights, found my notebook, and after biting into the sandwich and staring at the blank page for a long time, wrote a poem that I titled “Love and Obstacles,” the first lines: There are walls between the world and me,/and I have to walk through them.
-“Everything”

Literature is a constant and storytelling is necessity in Aleksandar Hemon’s Love and Obstacles, a collection of interlocking stories about the growth of a nameless Bosnian writer. It begins and ends with stories that include American storytellers—Spinelli the conman and McCalister the Pulitzer winner—and between these are many Bosnians who approach the act of writing in vastly different ways—from poetry, to straight nonfiction, to aggressive notes to roommates, to film. Through it all, the protagonist is evolving, bringing the lessons from each storyteller he meets into the next experience.

The protagonist has in common with Hemon all the skeletal aspects of life—birthplace, vocation, and ultimate life as a not-quite-exiled writer in the US. This is the case in each of his books, and as in the others it takes nothing away from the work. English is Hemon’s second language and he takes no aspect of it for granted; from using words we don’t hear in ways we couldn’t have imagined to his perfect use of the oft-maligned semicolon. He often gets playful: “atwitter,” “asparkle,” and “adrizzle” all make appearances.

“The Conductor” is the collection’s best moment. Placed between stories of the protagonist’s youth in Bosnia and his life in America, it encompasses the chronological trajectory of the collection and gives it its shape. At the beginning, the protagonist is a student of literature in Sarajevo who goes to a café to hang out with the famous poets, including the most famous of them all, Dedo. Eventually, after the war in Sarajevo when they are living in the States, they are both invited to speak on the same panel and end up sleeping in the same bed. It, like the entire book, is a gorgeous, seamless ride from youthful stupidity to wise uncertainty.

What is most refreshing is that through it all, we’re not wrestling with whether or not his Bosnian nationality is important to him, or whether Americans are assholes, or if his father’s hatred of fiction means anything grand. There is no tossing and turning over politics or relevance, it’s just human characters, living and being portrayed in writing that is both palpable and meditative.

A Rare Whiff of Un-Hot Air

If you write a good book it’s easy to get published, it’s just hard to get paid. But everybody has a job when they write their first novel. And if they don’t, they should.

Stephen Elliott’s thoughts on the state of publishing, at The Rumpus

I was at the party he mentions in the first paragraph and it was indeed a very entertaining event, worthy of the awesomeness of The Rumpus. It was at Highline Ballroom, which serves really delicious food (Disclaimer: I was starving at the time). I’m not the biggest fan of each artist who graced the stage, but everyone did what they do brilliantly. Eugene Mirman was hilarious and read a draft of the commencement speech he’ll be giving at his old high school; Anthony Swofford read an excerpt from a memoir he’d only started weeks before; Matthew Caws of Nada Surf, solo on electric guitar, was tight and I felt really bad for only knowing “Popular”; Amy Tan is undeniably fierce; and Stephen Elliott himself as host was quite endearing. Oh, and the novel God Says No by James Hannaham, who read, published by McSweeney’s is—I’m positive before reading—really good. Let’s all buy it.

'Love and Obstacles' by Aleksandar Hemon out May 14th

Aleksandar Hemon

via PenguinBlogUSA on Flickr

Since seeing Aleksandar Hemon read from The Lazarus Project and take part in a discussion with Junot Díaz in Central Park last July, I’ve been enamored of his work. I just found out that his new book of stories, Love and Obstacles, is coming out on May 14th. He’ll be reading and signing at B&N Union Square that day, and I will be there, covered in bells. Enjoy this brief interview with him by David Isay on Amazon.com, even though it hurts me to link there.

My Life is One Big Geek Out

There are many things I’m planning to write about, but I’m currently taking a bunch of pills (prescribed for a couple of bizarre ailments that have befallen me) and am ridiculously tired. Two weeks or so left of this garbage if all heals well, and until then I’m not expecting much from myself. Not writing compulsively is boring, though, so I’ll be eking out whatever prose I can. The world really can’t do with a break from my fine ass.

In the meantime, here is my schedule for the next couple of weeks:

Thursday, April 16th:
“Geography” in Latino Writing Today. Four notable writers will discuss geography and the notion of “borders” as a place, an idea, and a force in their work and in U.S. Latino writing.
Also: Happy birthday to Candice!

Friday, April 17th:
Sugar at Cinema Arts Centre
Sugar is the intense character study of Sugar, a naturally gifted baseball-pitcher from the Dominican Republic.”

Saturday, April 18th:
Record Store Day! Heading over to Looney Tunes in the morning to pick up some new vinyl, then we’re on our way to New Jersey in the afternoon to see the NY Red Bulls play Real Salt Lake. We have season tickets. Don’t ask me details about soccer, though, I just curse and cheer. Occasionally at the wrong times. Baseball is the only sport in which I am fluent.

Friday, April 24th:
Sandra Cisneros at Instituto Cervantes for the 25th anniversary of the publication of The House on Mango Street.
Cassandra’s 24th birthday party at Le Royale!

Saturday, April 25th:
Must see The Soloist. The trailer made me cry. I’ve not read the book. Should I try to read the book first?

Sunday, April 26th:
New Jersey again to see the Red Bulls play DC United.

Wednesday, April 29th:
The birthday of my good friend Doug! He’ll be 22.
If there are no festivities on this day, I’ll attend “Roland Barthes and the Invention of Modernity,” part of the PEN World Voices Festival of International Literature which I will be coming into in the middle.

Thursday, April 30th:
Kerry, my red-headed BFF since 7th grade, turns 24. This year we’re also celebrating being friends for half of our lives.
I took off from work so that I can attend both “Tendencies in Spanish Language Literature” and “Diálogos Isleños: The Life and Work of Reinaldo Arenas and Blai Bonet.” In between these, I’ll be going to my Spanish class. If you haven’t noticed, I am into Spanish and Latin American/Latin@ literature.

Friday, May 1st:
Again, no work so that I can have a clear mind, take notes, and live-tweet “The Best of Contemporary Mexican Fiction.” I will get so many followers.

Saturday, May 2nd:
“Where Truth Lies: A Conversation on the Art of Fiction”
“Writers Who Are Translators”
“On Translation”
My head will be spinning by the time I get to to The PEN Cabaret at 7:30pm. Participants include Lou Reed, Parker Posey, and Horacio Castellanos Moya, so I had no choice but to buy tickets.

Looks good to me. Now I need to write it all down in pen or I will forget everything.