Monday, May 21, 2012

Radar LARB

The week in reading

 



Revisiting Vonnegut: "He stood for peace, love, decency, humanity—became the Kurt Vonnegut we knew for the final four decades of his life, a figure about whom it was possible to say, in the words of a recent book, that 'precious few authors have ever loved mankind so completely.' He became, in other words, exactly what he had always warned against, a prophet of gimcrack religions: in this case, a facile faith of niceness that neatly concealed his bottomless darkness."

On all that sex in HBO's Girls: "Hannah’s is also a situation that would be impossible to depict without a graphic sex scene, and offers a clear example of what sex scenes are good for. If all you want to do is convey an erotic tension between two people, you can leave out explicit depictions of sex acts. But if you are interested in the psychological implications of what happens between people during sex, you need to show something of the sex."

Censorship in Tunisia: "Despite a revolution that called for an end to the rampant censorship that prevailed under the Ben Ali regime, literary censorship has yet to be eradicated in Tunisia. Instead, it has simply changed forms."

On the journals of Susan Sontag: "The extraordinary rapport that Sontag developed with her readers over a forty-year career was based, I think, on the sense that she was the person who could give you the lowdown—the ABCs (and also the XYZs) on whatever subject she decided to tackle. Sontag would take you by the hand and show you what to think and what to feel. The cool, almost clinically precise tone of the writing made her old-fashioned pedagogical urge feel hip."

What they're reading, in the tubes.

Saturday, May 19, 2012

Perps Revealed: Highs and Lows at Edgars


by Cullen Gallagher 

 Image courtesy Lisa Jane Persky

Cullen Gallagher spares no prisoners...

The final showdown: Thursday, April 24. The Edgar Awards Ceremony at the Grand Hyatt Hotel. A reporter more fashion-savvy than I –  maybe one whose sweater sleeves didn’t extend four inches beyond their blazer’s cuffs – could remark upon the evening more cleverly. All I can say is that it was a lovely, elegant banquet, and my first encounter with Beef Wellington was deeply satisfying. The highpoint of the night, once again, was Grand Master Grimes. The irony of winning such a prestigious title (previously held by such diverse authors as Agatha Christie, Graham Greene, Mickey Spillane, and Ross Macdonald) when she is, for the moment, without a publisher was not lost on Grimes, who suggested hopefully that she might find new representation in the audience tonight. 

Awards selections never fail to disappoint aficionados, as they inevitably exclude at least one favorite, but considering the strong slate of eligible 2011 publications, I'm still baffled by the absence of Megan Abbott, Lawrence Block (who had two great books), Ken Bruen, Max Allan Collins, Reed Farrel Coleman, Christa Faust, Sara Gran, Ed Gorman, Denise Mina, Tom Piccirilli, S.J. Rozan, John Rector, James Sallis, Mickey Spillane, Jason Starr, Wallace Stoby, Duane Swierczynski, Persia Walker – and I'm sure, even with this long list, that I'm leaving out many worthy names. I had been rooting for Ace Atkins's The Ranger to win Best Novel. Atkins deftly combines Walking Tall-like action (it's about a returning vet battling meth-heads in rural Mississippi) with a keen empathy for a devastated working class stuck in a world that seems hell-bent on self-destruction. 

Personally, I found several of the winners underwhelming. The selection for Best Novel, Mo Hayder's Gone, is a pedestrian "missing child" thriller with neither the guts, stylistic sophistication, nor innovation of Abbott's The End of EverythingAbbott brought new life to the "missing child" by highlighting not only the burgeoning sexual urges of the two teenage girls at the center of her story, but also their own agency in the ensuing tragedy. Robert Jackson Bennett's TheCompany Man, winner of Best Paperback Original, is a dystopian epic about a weapons and technology manufacturer in 1919 Washington State and a bloody union-related murder. Miller is at his best creating a cinematic vision reminiscent of Fritz Lang's Metropolis and Ridley Scott's Blade Runner, but after 450 pages the resolution feels cheap and unsatisfying (and I’m still slightly mystified about what exactly happened). Neither Bennett’s characters nor story have the darkness or moral complexity suggested by the atmosphere. And Lori Roy's Bent Road, winner of Best First Novel, spends too much time on ornate descriptions and shifting narrators, ultimately losing sight of the heart of her midwest family tragedy.

While I've still yet to read several winners in the other categories, I did catch up with the short fiction awards, and both are superb selections. Peter Turnbull's "The Man Who Took His Hat Off to the Driver" (Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine), winner of Best Short Story, is a remedy to all those mystery stories that take death lightly. In calling attention to the eerily cordial, final gesture of a man committing suicide, Turnbull creates an aura of disquieting ambiguity that haunts the reader as much as the characters. David Ingram's "A Good Man of Business" (Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine), winner of the Robert L. Fish Memorial Award for best debut story, is a delightfully dark surprise about one man's guilt over a driving incident. What begins as an homage to Dickens' A Christmas Carol morphs into an wicked revenge story. Ingram avoids pastiche and never winks at the audience, instead smartly reworking Dickensian motifs and finishing with a cruelly ironic punch line. It's the type of tale that would have pleased Fish, whose masterfully crafted stories about smuggler Kek Huuygens and detective Schlock Homes are among the finest examples of short form mystery fiction, and are long-overdue for reprinting. What made Fish so special – aside being consistently entertaining and, thankfully, prolific – were his narrators. Whether it’s the blindly-adoring Dr. Watney describing Schlock Homes's not-so-brilliant deductions, or the self-mythologizing voice of Kek Huuygens as he relates his ingenious schemes and his subsequent fall back into the gutter, Fish's narrators are immediately distinctive and addictively charming.

As with any honor, final selections are always a matter of taste, and no award can please everyone. If one isn’t to your liking, there are plenty more to consider. This year has already seen the Agatha (the cozier side of the shelf, presented at Malice Domestic), the Dagger (from the Crime Writers' Association), the Derringer (from the Short Mystery Fiction Society), and the Spinetingler (grittier, edgier selections, many from smaller print and online publications) awards. Among the many crime-specific honors still to come are the Anthony (presented at Bouchercon), Barry (Deadly Pleasures' Magazine), Hammett (International Association of Crime Writers, North American Branch), Macavity (Mystery Readers International), Shamus (Private Eye Writers of America), and Thriller (International Thriller Writers) awards. If this year's crop is anything like years past, there won't be a lot of overlap between the selections. The sheer number of awards, and the diversity of their nominees and winners, attests to the current strength of the mystery fiction field, in all its incarnations and niches. Let's hope the crime rate in fiction (and not in real life) continues to rise throughout the year.

Crime Scenes 3 & 4: Otto Penzler's Mysterious Bookshop


by Cullen Gallagher

Photo courtesy Lisa Jane Persky

Cullen Gallagher's investigation continues at Otto Penzler's Mysterious Bookshop and the Edgar Symposium...

Crime Scene #3: 

Tuesday, April 22, the Mysterious Bookshop, without a doubt the most famous location of its kind in the world. The occasion was the launch party for MWA's latest anthology, Vengeance, edited by Lee Child. Consisting of ten stories curated by Child, plus ten winners of an MWA-sponsored contest, and a viciously clever and satisfying closing tale from Child himself ("The Hollywood I Remember"), Vengeance is a bloody good collection cover to cover. Two standouts are: Zoe Sharp's "Lost and Found,” a chilling story audaciously and innovatively told in second-person, placing the reader both in the uncomfortable position of the victim, and even more in the even more uncomfortable position of the villain; and Karin Slaughter's "The Unremarkable Heart," about a woman who, after a lifetime of disappointment, regret, and a long stint with a shitbag husband, wants nothing else but to enjoy the last moments of her terminal cancer. Slaughter described this story as the nastiest she’d ever written, and it is indeed so dismal that it would send even the most weathered David Goodis fans running for a Miss Marple.


Crime Scene #4:  

Wednesday, April 23, Lighthouse International in Midtown Manhattan. The Edgar Symposium, unlike other mystery conventions that are interspersed with fan events, is purely professional. Despite tired-sounding panel titles (“Social Media – Pros Discuss the Pros and Cons” and “Hanging with the Pros: What Makes Characters Memorable”), the discussions were of a high quality and frequently surprising. I’d never read anything by this year's MWA Grand Master, Martha Grimes, but after hearing her dry wit and self-deprecating humor ("Never having been a person of great depth, I don't see great depth anywhere"), I hurried out to pick up I Am the Only Running Footman, a fan-favorite from her long-running Richard Jury series. 

Any panel moderated by Reed Farrel Coleman (Hurt Machine) is certain to be entertaining – even the darkest noir writers have a sense of humor – but the real-life challenges he is facing on his current novel-in-progress lent unexpected complexity to the "Character" panel. Even though Coleman is writing the eighth entry in his series about Moe Prager, a Brooklyn PI, this time the process is different: the new book is a prequel, set before the character even becomes a cop, let alone a world-weary PI. Coleman spoke about the difficulty of not only going backwards chronologically, but of trying to meet his character for the first time again, without knowledge of what lies in store for him in the future. On top of inspiring a lot of ideas about my own work-in-progress, the discussion made me pretty damn excited for the forthcoming Moe Praeger prequel. 

(The final installment is yet to come...Up next: Verdicts on the Edgars and Beef Wellington...) 

Crime Scene #2: The Backroom of Bar 82

by Cullen Gallagher


 Image Courtesy Lisa Jane Persky

Cullen Gallagher's shakedown of Edgar Week continues at Bar 82...

Crime scene #2: 

Monday, April 21, the backroom of Bar 82, one of the last remaining dives worth visiting in the East Village. Henry Chang read the opener to his latest novel, Red Jade, in which NYPD cop Henry Wu returns to examine a grisly murder-suicide in the Chinatown district he thought he’d left behind for good. There's a gritty romanticism to Chang's portrayal of Chinatown, but there's also an undeniable authenticity to the neighborhood’s sights, smells, and cultural nuances.  

The mood was lightened, albeit briefly, as Lauren Willig read from her historical cozy set in the time of Napoleon, The Garden IntrigueIn between readers, Bar 82 literary event organizer, Tim O'Mara, sneaked in the opening line to his forthcoming debut novel, Sacrifice Fly, which already has me sold on the book: "I was about to get run-over."




Crime scribe-cum-Wall St. Journal music critic Jim Fusilli brought the evening back to its noir roots with a downright gruesome torture scene from his New Jersey epic, Narrow's Gate

Closing out the evening was Hilary Davidson, one of the brightest — and darkest — new voices in the field, who read from her latest novel, Next One to Fall. Even more than her debut, The Damage DoneNext One to Fall is a bold one-two punch that sets readers up with a likable mainstream protagonist (travel writer Lily Singer) visiting exotic Mayan ruins, and connects with a heavy-duty noir wallop of betrayal, depravity, and despair. Lily's charm draws you into the story, but it is Davidson's desolate eye that makes it stick with you.

(To be continued...Read the first episode below...Up next: Otto Penzler's Mysterious Bookshop... )

The Rap Sheet on Edgar Week: Tailing the MWA in NYC

by Cullen Gallagher


Image Courtesy Lisa Jane Persky


Late last month the Mystery Writers of America descended on Manhattan for the Annual Edgar Awards. Turns out, they were tailed. Intrepid reporter Cullen Gallagher took the case personally, following some of the biggest perps in crime fiction at rendezvous across the City, from the KGB Bar and Otto Penzler's Mysterious Bookshop, to the Edgars themselves, and a reporter's promising first encounter with Beef Wellington.

Consider this a flash serial for your Saturday, delivered in a handful of episodes and featuring Gallagher's wide ranging survey of some of the best, and nastiest, new crime fiction. Make sure to stay tuned for the final verdict on this year's Awards...

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They’ve kidnapped and killed, swindled and stabbed, tortured and thieved, and spent countless hours planning and plotting the most vicious crimes imaginable. They’re the Mystery Writers of America, and for one week they all congregated in New York City for the annual Edgar Awards. The official event lasts only one evening — a glamorous awards ceremony held at the Hyatt — but for four days and nights leading up to the big score, the MWA crew gathers at dimly lit bars and bookstores around the city. Readings, signings, launch parties, and workshops — that’s the rap sheet of Edgar Week.

Crime Scene #1: 

Sunday, April 20. KGB Bar. Lights so low none of my photos were usable for this article. Kira Peikoff read from her debut novel Living Proof, a dystopian sci-fi thriller about fertility jurisdiction that is disturbingly reminiscent of contemporary headlines. Next up, Richie Narvaez, whose work I’ve been following for a while; he’s a former co-editor of the noir poetry anthology The Lineup, and his stories have appeared in MurdalandPlots with Guns, Spinetingler, and Yellow Mama, all top-tier breeding grounds for up-and-coming crime writers. 

On this occasion, he read from “Juracán” (originally published in Indian Country Noir, and re-published as "Hurricane" as an eBook), a classic noir fable about a hapless loser who drives across Puerto Rico during a hurricane to go gambling and wakes up in a field — damp, bloody, and framed for murder. The story starts with a scorching opener: "There was another dead dog on the side of the road. Tongue hanging out. Guts. Blood. I’d never seen so many dead dogs on the road anywhere. The strays must go out of their way to commit suicide." And it ends on a perfectly bleak yet humorous note.

Sheila Yorke followed with an excerpt from her forthcoming third novel about series character Lauren Atwill, a screenwriter in 1940s Hollywood. Closing out the evening was Edgar-winner Bruce DeSilva (Best First Novel, 2010), who put the audience in stitches with stories about semi-legal prostitution in Rhode Island, before launching into the far more sobering opening of his latest novel, Cliff Walk.

(To be continued...up next: the backroom of Bar 82)

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

An Interview with Trop's Tom Dibblee


Metropolis Cafe in Milledgeville, GA.  Photo: Deepak Kumar

Trop is a brand new literary website, the collective project of 19 writers scattered all over the United States. Editor Tom Dibblee, an MFA candidate at CalArts in Valencia, lives in Los Angeles, and agreed to talk to the Los Angeles Review of Books about the new venture. This interview was recorded in Tom’s black Chevy pickup truck as Dibblee drove LARB Senior Humanities Editor Evan Kindley from Los Feliz to Claremont, California, where they were meeting some other people for brunch. They ended up being twenty minutes late, but it all turned out fine in the end (in case you were worried).

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EVAN KINDLEY: Tom, first of all, thanks for the ride. Second of all, what is Trop and how did it come to be?

TOM DIBBLEE: In 2010 I was living in Milledgeville, Georgia. My friends Roger Sollenberger and Stephan McCormick and I started putting on shows at Metropolis Cafe — “the Trop” — which was our hangout.

EK: What kind of shows?

TD: They were variety shows: one was a fake award show designed to give us opportunities to accept these absurd awards we designed for ourselves, like Top Chanamasala and Most Haggard Bastard Alive. Another was a roast of the owner, Deepak. And then we had a musical comedy show, with judges and lengthy commentary. Our fourth show was supposed to be a musical called Sweatpants Wedding, but Stephan and I got to writing it and realized it was a bigger project than we had time for, because I was about to move. But the good news is that it’s still going — Stephan’s driving across the country to move here right now, so you can expect Sweatpants Wedding to hit a stage in L.A. some time soon.

Anyway, after I moved back to L.A. in 2011, we wanted to keep collaborating. So we came up with the idea for this website.

EK: The main people involved are all living in different places?

TD: Right; that’s actually one of the main features of the site. We’ve got people in D.C., New York, Chicago, Minneapolis, L.A., New Orleans, Nashville, Georgia, South Carolina, and Virginia.

EK: What kind of writing are you going to be publishing?

TD: We’re doing serialized creative writing; we call them columns, but a wide range of stuff falls into that category. One column, Jill Riddell’s “Acupuncture After the Apocalypse,” is a serial novel, updated daily; another, Roger’s “The New Kroger,” is a series of stories that always touch down on the New Kroger, which is the third biggest grocery store in Georgia and the biggest thing to hit Milledgeville since General Sherman. There’s my column, “Letters to Jake,” which is a series of letters to my most morally upstanding friend.

So we’ve got a range of topics in the columns, but also a range of degrees of fiction: Jill’s “Acupuncture” is pure fiction; I consider my letters fiction, but the real Jake has been writing in the comments section below my posts; and Roger’s stories are mostly nonfiction, though not always. We don’t get hung up drawing boundary lines; when in doubt, we call it “quasi-fiction.” And this is a term we really celebrate. Evan Allgood writes our Twitter feed, and even there we've got some quasi-fiction going on: he tweets about our articles from the perspective of his alter-ego, a Trop intern much abused by my own alter ego, the Chief.

EK: I like how you write about the vagueness of the boundaries in L.A. in one of your “Letters to Jake”: “Nobody ever knows where they are, even though there are signs everywhere. Within five hundred yards of my apartment, for example, are four different signs for four different neighborhoods — Los Feliz, Franklin Village, Little Armenia, and Thai Town. But all of it’s really East Hollywood.”

TD: In our columns, we try to pay attention to place. We want to bring together stories from all the different places we live in and tie them together, into a wider view of the States, and into a group identity. John Teschner writes about place explicitly in “Concrete Jungle,” a column that focuses on Minneapolis. And A.C. DeLashmutt writes about a house in Virginia in “Welcome to Our Home.” And then there’s “The Weather,” a group column where we all talk about what’s going on with the weather wherever we are.

EK: Do you guys edit, or is it blog-style, where people just post whatever they want?

TD: With the columns, we do peer editing. That’s actually been one of the great pleasures of the site for me: connecting all these writers. The two big contingents are a group of MFA graduates from Georgia College and a group of current MFA students at CalArts.

With the reviews, there’s a more extensive editing process…

EK: Hold on a second. I just want to point out this picture of Chucky from Child’s Play on the side of this truck here. [points out picture of Chucky; both laugh]

So you’re primarily doing fiction reviews?

TD: Yeah, primarily fiction, focusing on young writers. The idea of the reviews is to provide access points to the Trop contributors, so our readers know where we’re coming from, who we’re reading, and what world our creative writing sits in. We’re going to write pop culture reviews too, of movies and TV and music, but the function is the same — to illustrate who we’re watching and listening to, in order to contextualize our creative writing.  

We’re also doing interviews: so far we have one with Rebecca Makkai, who wrote The Borrower, and one with Jesse Ball. Sam Freilich is working on one with Ramona Ausubel, and I just finished one with Amelia Gray; those will come out in the next few weeks.

EK: How often are you going to be updating the site?

TD: We’re doing a full-length article every weekday; that could be either a column, a review, or an interview. On Saturdays we’ll have podcasts — we’re calling ‘em “Tropcasts.” Our first one, which went up last weekend, is an interview with Lisa Marie Basile from the Poetry Brothel, a group that organizes private one-on-one poetry readings — like a lap-dance. We’re also going to be recording readings of short stories; Natalie Jones, a radio journalist in D.C., is producing those for us. And the third thing we’re doing is “Life Advice Radio,” in which Jake of “Letters to Jake” asks me and my friend Peter Nichols to give advice to… shit, 10 West? I gotta drive for a second…

EK: That’s OK!

[Tom drives for a second.]

TD: …to my friend J.R. Nutt, who’s got a lot of problems.

EK: Are there any particular magazines or websites that you think of as a model or inspiration for what you’re doing?

TD: There were a few that we referred to a lot while designing the site. One was Slake, here in L.A. — the way they’re trying to channel the voice of the city, we’re trying to channel the voices of all the pockets where we live. The other one was The Tottenville Review, edited by Alex Gilvarry. They focus on young American writers, and we’re going to be doing that, too, though not exclusively.

EK: Well, I admire what you’re doing. The L.A. Review of Books is a really big tent, which is a great thing, but sometimes I envy the more concentrated, collective model you guys are pursuing. The classic “little magazine” structure.

Are you open to pitches from writers outside your circle, though? Or are you trying to keep it limited to the group you already have?

TD: We’re definitely open, and would love to bring in more people. We just want to make sure we keep a group identity, a Trop identity, so our columns are not just plucked from the ether, but complement what we have going. I think one of our strengths is that, because our creative writing happens in recurring columns, it’s all Trop specific; we’re not just mashing together whatever short stories we have sitting on our hard drives. We’re playing off each other, and I like to think we’re making each other better. When I post a new “Letter to Jake,” I want whoever’s above and below me in the queue to be proud to show their writing alongside mine. And that’s a function of being a collective. We all know each other, if not in person, then from emails, and we all care about each other’s work. Speaking for myself now, I think of my fellow Trop writers as my most important audience, and having this audience has been really helpful. They’ve pushed me as a writer, and given me a really fruitful incentive to write well.  

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Trop is now live and ready for perusing.

This is the third in a sporadically recurring series of interviews with the editors of little magazines and websites. Click to read past interviews with Rachel Rosenfelt of The New Inquiry and John Summers of The Baffler.


Monday, May 14, 2012

Radar LARB

The week in reading 

 

George Bernard Shaw (age 75) surfing at Muizenberg beach

Eric Puchner on meeting his "cooler" doppelganger: "Statistically speaking, there's probably a cooler you out there. The guy who's actually living that life you'd imagined for yourself before you got married, had a couple of kids, and strapped in to that desk job. Maybe he plays in a band, lives in California, wakes up at ten, and surfs before noon. Wherever he is, he's definitely having more fun than you are. What if you could track that guy down? Hang out with his friends. Eat, drink, and sleep according to his responsibility-free schedule? Then you could decide, once and for all, if the cooler life is the better life."

Contributing Editor Laila Lalami on Los Angeles: "Like others, I came to Los Angeles for one reason, but stayed for another. Now the city resonates with the sound of all of the friends I have made over the years, many of them immigrants like me. This is a city of exiles and expats, artists and misfits, all of them in pursuit of their own versions of the golden dream. No place else has this perfect blend of landscape, people, and cultures. And nowhere else will be as strange and as familiar to the newcomer."

Notes on Nostalgia in Mad Men: "The series does not give viewers a deeper understanding of the 1960s, of ad executives, or of charming philaderers like Don. Understanding might require acceptance. Instead, Mad Men offers us nostalgia as a lure. The show basks in the past, reveling in both its triumphs and its failures. As viewers, not part of the show’s fictions or its history, we can indulge in the fantasy of someone else’s memory."

Pico Iyer on our unchanging perception of "home": "Places don’t change easily inside our heads. We rarely allow them to. So often they’re just the way they were when we first knew them, much as my old school friends, whether captains of industry or grandfathers now, are always the scruffy, shifty, misbehaving boys I first met at fourteen. If you’re surrounded by a place, you don’t notice its changes; and if you’re exiled from it, you refuse to accommodate the ways it’s grown if they don’t fit the story you tell about your life."

"The Blagger's Guide to Philosophy and Literature": "If the worst should ever happen and you find yourself at a book launch marooned in a sea of polo necks and goatee beards (and that’s just the women), fear not: the Blagger’s Guide will lead you through the swamp of pretentiousness like a light saber of truth slaying the many headed hydra of post-modernism."

"Sorry Everyone — My Personal Site is Now Behind Paywall": "For years, you’ve been enjoying my blog posts, pictures of what I’m eating, voice-of-a-generation observations about the world, and the occasional link to a really funny video—all at no cost. However, economic pressures have forced me to make the decision that I must begin charging for the valuable content I provide. Effective immediately, you will be required to upgrade to a paid subscription to view pages from JeremysWebSite.com."

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