April 11, 2007



Teleplay. Screenplay. If it were, say, "Equus" or maybe even "Peter Pan", the distinction probably wouldn't be necessary. But Fleming's Bond novels have all been filmed -- and there's this latest, rather popular "Casino Royale" just recently out on DVD -- thus the prefixed adjective.


Radio play. Pinter, for example, has written plays specifically for radio.


All of which occured ... but when one merely says "play" do we really think of any other kind of play? Still feels redundant.


Yes, you're right, the default form is the stage play and it's a little superfluous.


With "Casino Royale" I bet there still could be some confusion down there somewhere in the recesses of humanity, because it's just so *movie*, but generally you write "stage play" for "play" when you're trying to create a particular sort of faux fin-de-siècle highbrowiness -- for which the use of the word "faux" and the phrase "fin de siècle"* are themselves pretty useful, but not "highbrowiness" 'cause I made that up.

"Stage play" is, what there, one of them oxycodones or what you call 'em.

*You ever read "The Orientalist"? Not bad, really. But he used "fin de siècle" I mean like a hundred times. No joke. I was going to go through and count them but I decided that to waste one's precious moments enumerating the specific incidences of a particular phrase in a work of contemporary prose would be oh so fin de siècle.

Jack Pendarvis




My point, exactly.

Jack Pendarvis


Steven Augustine

RE: the Logan profile:

"But this is only, guardedly, true."

"Looking back on this poetry at its best, we have the freshest of new classics and the most distinguished of experimental."

"To read Logan’s latest poetry is to remember that, in whatever guise, fake art is detectable; that half-educated art is incomplete; that clever, dilettantish, perfunctory work is not good enough; and that to ignore the example of poets prior to1900 such as Jonson, Pope, or Wordsworth (selected passages from the Prelude), is albeit fatal, and until poets and readers learn to school themselves on this as well as more recent poetry, the quality of American poetry, for lacking the maturity of classicism, will continue to find itself in decline."

...if the "Literary Editor" is interested in a little editing, I have a few suggestions...

Steven Augustine

Having said that (bashing Logan's basher), these sampled lines of Logan's *are* fairly "apucious" (to borrow a neologism from a character in a Woody Allen movie):

"Mostly you drove the gravel driveway,/where the woppa-woppa of a woodpecker,/ beating its head against the clapboard/ like a pile driver, echoed like a magnum at close quarters."

"Common as fingerprints, our lives/burn like decaying atoms/ across the dark cloud of the negative."

"And there on the mantel your wedding photo,/two people fresh and immortal as Saran Wrap!"

That's pretty ham-handed, image-incontinent versifying. Again, "apucious" is the best word for the job here.

tod goldberg

There is also Anal Play, a lot of which I've read about in Daniel Craig fan fiction. Very hot. Totally in canon. I recommend all of you read it.

Steven Augustine

Speaking of which...when many of you wake up on Thursday, it will be to find out that the wonderful Kurt Vonnegut has died. And even Gore Vidal has had something nice to say about him for the occasion. And so it...

denise hamilton

Tod you are too funny, but stop talking about fanfic or you'll set your brother off again.

Janitorman I actually have read The Orientalist, I love bios about strange folk who disappear into other cultures, like Richard Burton and all those Victorian women world travelers and eccentrics like the Germanically named Brit Wilfred Thesiger who wrote the excellent "Marsh Arabs" and "Arabian Sands."

The Orientalist led me of course to Ali and Nino which I loved way more. Brilliant, sad, cosmopolitan, humane, a look at what was once a truly multicultural place before the word was invented. Baku has sadly dissolved into a backwater and remote outpost again. A little gem of a novel.


Denise, for some reason The Orientalist has yet to lead me to Ali and Nino, though that probably has more to do with the Tower of Babel of reading backed up on my desk and night table -- I'm especially avoiding the one in which Dawkins proves to me for good and all there is no God -- than it does the merits of The Orientalist. I truly enjoyed that biography, and was only having a bit of fun with that author's particular stuck-on phrase. I have to say -- oddly, though, I've lost the specific details -- my favorite characterization in the bio was that of the old countess or duchess or whomever living in an old castle in Romania or Austria or wherever who in the middle of the night wrote rock operas.

tod goldberg

Oh, Denise, Lee's in Germany right now, so someone has to handle the mockery and such while he's gone.

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