* The debut of the film adaptation of Atonement is much in the news these days. And McEwan is looking good to the Booker bookies.
* Art imitating life, or the other way around? A Polish author has been jailed for "committing the crime he had so vividly portrayed."
Those were just straws in the wind. But fully five years after the killing, the detective in charge of the investigation, Chief Inspector Jacek Wroblewski, received an anonymous call suggesting he take a look at a novel entitled Amok, written by Krystian Bala and published two years earlier. Ch Insp Wroblewski read the book several times. The similarities with the murder of Dariusz Janiszewski were too strong to be ignored.
* NEA Literature Big Cheese David Kipen makes the same observation that Jessica Stockton made a few weeks ago - namely, nobody reads but it's fewer nobodies than a few years back.
Er…what? This news doesn’t make you want to, in the words of my Beverly Vista Elementary math teacher, throw down your plates and dance in the mashed potatoes? Then look closer. Five years ago — according to the NEA’s Reading at Risk study — fewer than one in two Americans could answer yes to the question “Did you read a book for pleasure in the last year?” Now it’s down — up? — to one in four. Up, down or sideways, the upshot is this: The proportion of Americans who don’t read has shrunk in half.
* Walt Whitman's only novel has been brought back into print by Duke University Press.
* Do check out Garth Risk Hallberg's excellent engagement with James Wood, "The One That Got Away," in the latest issue of the The Quarterly Conversation.
Which makes it frustrating to see Wood, our great champion of "language and the representation of consciousness," dismiss the book so resoundingly. And so repeatedly: like tendrils of untrained ivy, briefs against Underworld sprout here and there in Wood's essays on "hysterical realism" and "shallowness" and the "portable smartness" in vogue among certain young novelists. One feels he has the ambition of undoing, or at least countervailing, DeLillo's influence among a younger generation of novelists--and the critic can have no nobler ambition than influence. DeLillo has already been an acknowledged influence on two Anglo-American novels of the last decade that will, like Underworld, still be read fifty years from now: The Corrections and Infinite Jest. (As Wood has influenced two authors who have at least a fighting chance: Zadie Smith and Claire Messud). And so Wood must persist in dissenting from a theory of the novel he identifies with DeLillo: "the effort to pin down an entire writhing culture."
* And, finally, Beatles ... Alexander McCall Smith ... amateur orchestras ... it starts with a terrible headline and gets no clearer.
Do join us tomorrow when we're going to have a very special excerpt to accompany our Friday giveway ...
Re: Garth's essay:
Well-written, and deeply just about the magnitude of DeLillo’s accomplishment.
Two quibbles…first one, minor: Garth writes, "The retired teacher Albert Bronzini reflects on the Challenger disaster and finds that 'he could never completely dismiss the suspicions of the paranoid elite...that the whole thing had been staged on a ranch outside Las Vegas.'" The "suspicions" Bronzini reflects on have to do with the moon walk, not the Challenger disaster. Pedantic, I know, but nothing is "too anal" if you’re up against James Wood.
Second quibble: in a way, though, doesn't Hallberg fall into Wood’s trap, defending "Underworld" not as an artwork of such aesthetic accomplishment that it dictates the terms by which we properly engage it (see "Les Demoiselles d’Avignon" ), but with a functionalist prejudice, justifying the work in terms of how it works for us?
Further, Hallberg writes, "To summarize: our avant-garde strategies (and others, like the 'starved aestheticism of the sentence' or the blurring of fiction and nonfiction) have ceased to signify a critical position toward the culture."
I’d say we are losing the facility to *perceive* the avant-garde, as we are stuck with an essentially 19th century notion of it, leading us to a point in the cycle very much like the point at which the term (or movement) was first introduced. It's no longer about eyeballs meeting straight-razors, or twelve-tone tone poems...and DeLillo, in largely plain language, via mainstream publishing, dropped an avant-garde depth charge near the end of the 20th century that cultural conservatives like Mr. Wood (shades of the visceral reaction to The Rite of Spring) took great exception to, quite clearly angry about it before they’d even had much time to think.
Follow the anger...it will lead you to the heart of a contemporary avant-garde.
Posted by: Steven Augustine | September 07, 2007 at 04:34 PM