Month: May 2015

Review of A Useless Man: Selected Stories by Sait Faik Abasıyanık

(I love getting to write the dotless ı in Turkish. When I’m done Irish on Duolingo, I might learn Turkish just because of that letter.)

Though his stories are often opaque, fragmentary and oddly plotted, they never fail to conjure up a mood that lingers in your mind for days.

Translators’ Afterword

Sometimes you don’t know what to say, and then the Translators’ Afterword says it for you. Most of what we have in this collection are odd little scenes with, from a plotting perspective, leave one saying So what? but from a mood perspective, give one a clear sense of Turkey from the 1930s to the 1950s. There are scenes of his neighbourhood, his island, fishermen, night watchmen, thieves, young boys in love (sometimes rather homo-erotically). There are a few stories just about fish, one from the fish’s perspective, one from a man watching a fish die. The stories skip lightly but at fairly earthy, concerned as they are with the minutiae of existence. If I were to pick a colour for this book, I’d pick a mundane sort of light brown, like soil a bit wet, but not drenched.

I don’t really mind reading no-plot little scenes, so I didn’t really mind reading A Useless Man, but a fair number of stories start with a few paragraphs that seem to have minimal consequence to the rest of the story. I guess they’re building the scene, but having to go back after a page or two because the transition to the actual story was so awkward, made me a sad and confused panda. Strangely, one needs focus for stories without traditional notions of plot, and I kept losing mine.

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A Useless Man: Selected Stories by Sait Faik Abasıyanık went on sale January 6, 2015.

I received a copy free from Netgalley in exchange for an honest review.

still hating my wolf children story

I would put it aside, but I just want to get it done. I want to have it all plotted out and written and then never ever think of it ever again. I don’t even know what iteration I am on, since usually I force myself to finish iteration $$x$$ before going on to iteration $$x+1$$ but that’s all up in the air now and I’m putting in the verbatim package in LaTeX so I can comment out huge chunks that just don’t work.

Plus I just hit my hotkey to compile LaTeX to publish this wordpress post in HTML so I don’t know. Wolf Children is taking over my brain. Why did I ever watch Wolf Children (the movie) with Tesfa? It is being added to my list of things to fix when I build my time machine and go back in time. We’ll watch an illegal version of Big Hero 6 or The Book Of Life instead.

I just want it to be done. I made a sighing noise there but likely it didn’t come through via the computer.

bolaño and fear

Ivanov’s fear was of a literary nature. That is, it was the fear that afflicts most citizens who, one fine (or dark) day, choose to make the practice of writing, and especially the practice of fiction writing, an integral part of their lives. Fear of being no good. Also fear of being overlooked. But above all, fear of being no good. Fear that one’s efforts and striving will come to nothing. Fear of the step that leaves no trace. Fear of the forces of chance and nature that wipe away shallow prints. Fear of dining alone and unnoticed. Fear of going unrecognized. Fear of failure and making a spectacle of oneself. But above all, fear of being no good. Fear of forever dwelling in the hell of bad writers.

The Part About Archimboldi, “2666“, Roberto Bolaño (translated by Natasha Wimmer)

Margery Eldritch

I’m reading Angela Carter rather than working on faerie story and came across the word eldritch, which is a word that I am sad I did not learn until now at age thirty-four. Let’s try out some HTML code for those who don’t feel like clicking on the dictionary link:

eldritch
Unearthly, supernatural, eerie.

The link continues to tell me: From the earlier form elritch, of uncertain origin. The second element, -ritch, is generally taken to be Old English rīċe (“realm, kingdom”) (see rich). Some think the first element, el-, derives from an Old English root meaning “foreign, strange, other” (related to Old English ellende and modern English else); others think it derives from elf.

So Book One of my faerie story is called How To See The Faeries. Book Two can be called Margery Eldritch.

Now to write Book Two. Or have a nap. Or something.

MRE

(although MRE makes me think of MRA and then I am stopped up with anger.)

Buried in Print has a Must-Read-Everything list and since I am nothing if not a follower, I have decided I want a MRE list too. Of course, I get all caught up in the details (Will I put authors like Sophia Kinsella on, which I read just because and do not actively search out? Should I put authors I have read lots of, even though my tastes have changed since I stopped reading them? What about kids books and my current love of Lemony Snicket minus the racism? Maybe I should just start and see what happens.)

Kate Atkinson’s books:
✓ Behind the Scenes at the Museum
Human Croquet
Emotionally Weird
Not the End of the World
✓ Case Histories
✓ One Good Turn
✓ When Will There Be Good News?
✓ Started Early, Took My Dog
✓ Life After Life
A God in Ruins

Jeannette Winterson’s books:
✓ Oranges Are Not the Only Fruit
✓ The Passion
✓ Sexing the Cherry
Written on the Body
Gut Symmetries
The World and Other Places
The PowerBook
✓ Lighthousekeeping
Weight
The Stone Gods
✓ Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal?
The Daylight Gate

Zadie Smith’s books:
✓ White Teeth
✓ The Autograph Man
✓ On Beauty
Martha and Hanwell
Changing My Mind: Occasional Essays
✓ NW
The Embassy of Cambodia

Catherine Bush’s books:
Minus Time
✓ The Rules of Engagement
✓ Claire’s Head
✓ Accusation

David Mitchell’s books:
Ghostwritten
number9dream
✓ Cloud Atlas
✓ Black Swan Green
✓ The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet
✓ The Bone Clocks
Slade House

Edeet Ravel’s books:
Lovers: A Midrash
✓ Ten Thousand Lovers
✓ Look for Me
✓ A Wall of Light
✓ Your Sad Eyes and Unforgettable Mouth
The Last Rain
The Cat

Mischa Berlinski’s books (please write more!):
✓ Fieldwork

Charles Yu’s books:
✓ How to Live Safely in a Science Fictional Universe
Third Class Superhero
✓ Sorry Please Thank You: Stories

Michel Houellebecq’s books:
Whatever
The Elementary Particles
✓ Platform
✓ The Possibility of an Island
✓ The Map and the Territory
Soumission

It seems so sour to end with Houellebecq, but I’ve got to go to the bus stop for Tesfa, so I guess that’s where we’ll stop.

not enthusiastic enough

This week I’m going to start an all-out assault on indie Canadian publishers. Please publish me! I’ll cry. Chirp chirp will go the crickets. And then, maybe I’ll give up.

Because of changes in the market we are only taking on projects we are really enthusiastic about reads a rejection, the lit-version of an agency saying It’s not me, it’s you.

I would be interested if you had a novel, in placing that says another No.

You have almost a novel says Geoff. Your story about faeries.

But I’m out of love with that story. Plus, it needs a Book Two.

I don’t know what to write. I don’t have enough for a novel. I only have bits. So how to stitch all my bits together and convince people that it’s a story?

I don’t know. I’m about three thousand words into my Wolf Children story before there are even wolves. I think my writing has ADD.

slush, spring, what’s next

We went away when there was still snow on the ground. We come back and the grass is edged with green. It feels like a new world, a new home. A vacation reboot of my physical location.

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The slushing continues. Got a reply, very complimentary but not accepting short story collections as they are too hard to place. If you have a novel the email says. If I had a novel. Isn’t that the thought. If I had a novel maybe this would all be something different. I feel chuffed that this is not the first literary person who wants to read a novel from me, but I also feel realistic in the fact that a novel has so many words and so much concentration and I’m reading 2666 right now and cannot even imagine myself writing all those words (although I am bogged down pretty heavily in The Part With The Crimes section).

A novel.

All those words.

I see why people do MFAs. To have someone hold their hand as they write The Novel. I suppose I could do that. Then I remember I did a novel writing course with my Afghanistan/Pregnancy/Academia/Racial Politics barf of a novel and it went (let us be polite rather than accurate) poorly. It went quite poorly indeed. So maybe I don’t need tutelage. Maybe I just need to try.

So will I try?

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So I’ll finish Wolf Children story. Have to proof read Faerie Story Book One (shout out to all my FtD friends helping me out with that). Have the rumblings of (another) story about bad mothering.

Or I could sit.

And look out the window.

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I should really train myself to write fiction first on the computer rather than longhand. That would save me some time.