Friday, September 24, 2010

Three books I read recently and loved: Amelia Gray 'Museum of the Weird', Tao Lin 'Richard Yates', Jean-Yves Leloup 'Digital Magma'


“To say Amelia Gray belongs in the hilariously inventive hallows of Ann Quin and Rikki Ducornet would be to miss her light. This book is gleaming evidence of the author as a trophy case unto herself, wrought of magic equally surprising, wicked, giddy, and loaded with a megaton of Boom.”— Blake Butler

“Amelia Gray’s Museum of the Weird is a cabinet of curiosities—a talking armadillo, a serial killer named God, a woman who amputates her toes for dinner, a man married to a paring knife—this collection of stories is so good and funny and wondrous that I couldn’t look away from her dark and curious imagination.” — Michael Kimball

'Museum of the Weird is a catalog of possible literatures, the emulation of which might enrich future works of literature, but I’m afraid she won’t have the courage to keep going if she doesn’t attract enough readers to bolster her courage, so I’m recruiting, and I don’t even feel bad about it, because I think literary criticism is mostly dead, and I think the highest calling of the Internet book reviewer is consumer advocacy.' -- Kyle Minor, The Faster Times

Amelia Gray Museum of the Weird
Fiction Collective 2

'A monogrammed cube appears in your town. Your landlord cheats you out of first place in the annual Christmas decorating contest. You need to learn how to love and care for your mate—a paring knife. These situations and more reveal the wondrous play and surreal humor that make up the stories in Amelia Gray’s stunning collection of stories: Museum of the Weird.

'Acerbic wit and luminous prose mark these shorts, while sickness and death lurk amidst the humor. Characters find their footing in these bizarre scenarios and manage to fall into redemption and rebirth. Museum of the Weird invites you into its hallways, then beguiles, bewitches, and reveals a writer who has discovered a manner of storytelling all her own.' -- FC2

Excerpt 1
from Mud Luscious

There's no reason. There's no reason why you couldn't. There's no reason it's not possible you couldn't possibly finish your mild cottage cheese breakfast, buy a ticket, take that train to the edge of the world, squeeze your eyes shut, dig the wheels into moist world-edge earth and make a dramatic plunge off the side, your friends and family waving good-bye as at the end of a parade when all that's left is sandwich wrappers and the rest of a long day, sun streaming through all the windows and still a cold room no matter how much light hits every corner, even if you take the curtains and flip them over the curtain rods so there's nothing impeding the procession of light— that kind of lazy afternoon where someone in the house mutters a promise to make banana bread but you know the bananas will spoil and cultivate bacteria, becoming dangerous like the kitchen counter you washed in your younger years first with warm water and later on with the stronger stuff, ammonia making you dizzy behind your allergen-free mask, a boiling water rinse and a layer of bleach, just a bit of the stuff mixing together into what you hear is dangerous but secretly know is a chemical so powerful that certain entities don't want you to hear about it, and by "certain entities" you mean the government, these powers in power have other plans for you but you're one step ahead, you and your sleeves with the tricks in them and your special diet, the cottage cheese diet, the diet with cottage cheese, and as you eat the cottage cheese you hold very gently on your tongue the cottages and the people inside the cottages and the people are screaming.

Excerpt 2

There will be sense

And then, though they had a choice, the doctors put a generator in my heart, and they gave me a magnetic band to wear on my wrist which I must pass over my heart when the old feelings begin again. Arnold, they say, you are certainly a special man. The following is true:

1. Because of a history of powerful migraines accompanied by the trilling melody of seizure, I have certain precautions installed by man in my body preventing me from biting off my tongue
2. A side effect of the migraines is a disorder called Alice in Wonderland which causes worlds to complicate outside of my control
3. The word "special" often carries both positive and negative connotation

----Jeannie serves me tostadas at the café, the gold cross on her necklace (warm, no doubt, from her skin and the heat of the deep fryer) dangling close to my sweet iced tea. It's the first thing I see as I come out of the dangerous haze, and I feel small and close enough to the cross to make a leap for it. I'd like to dig my fingernails into the soft cooling gold and balance on the arm of it as on a tree branch, holding the chain for support.


Amelia Gray 'Large Hadron Collider'

Amelia Gray 'Random Hookups'


'I wanted to avoid what is usually done in terms of names, for third-person autobiographical fiction, which is to use "made-up" names like Michelle or Dan or to use the author's name, for example Philip Roth. Using Haley Joel Osment and Dakota Fanning avoids those two choices in a manner that seems funny and, to some degree, exciting, to me, and also like I'm not interested in attempting to influence the reader into "losing themselves" into a fantasy world, that there is the "understanding" that the book exists in concrete reality, as something that came from my brain. ...

'I feel that the characters are specific and that most people are not like the characters in Richard Yates. I would say that the more I know a person the more unique they seem to me, and that this, I think, has been true of every person I've met. And that it is the same with books, in my experience. I don't think anyone is a stereotype of anyone else, I honestly think every person is different, and know that every person is literally different, and that I want to view characters in books in that way also.' -- Tao Lin, Huffington Post

Tao Lin Richard Yates
Melville House

'“Nobody wants to discuss how lonely life is,” a character in Richard Yates quips. “Everyone is more interested in toothpaste.” Yet Tao Lin’s newest novel appears to be just that: a stoic mediation on loneliness. Haley Joel Osment, a recent NYU graduate, and Dakota Fanning, a high school student, meet over the Internet and become somewhat infatuated with each other (ignoring the fact that they are named after child actors is your best choice; none of the ways you could interpret that quirk would add much to the story). Their relationship moves along tweely: They speak nonsense to each other, they shoplift in tandem, and they have strangely unsexual sex involving lemon juice. But this overly cute hipster romance soon deteriorates.

What Haley recognizes in Dakota as mere unhappiness turns out to be a darker problem. What Dakota sees as benevolence in Haley turns out to be his need to exert emotional authority over her. Thankfully, Lin injects some comedy into the moody courtship, often through Dakota’s demented mother. Lin’s prose is sometimes described as sparse, but that word doesn’t quite do his work justice. His lean and often maniacal sentences propel the work forward with a slanted momentum. What first seems like a stock tale of romance gone sour evolves into a parable about the fickleness of human desire and the futility of detachment when it comes to love.' -- Time Out (New York)


“Kailey just called and asked me to hang out with her,” said Dakota Fanning on Gmail chat. “I said I can’t leave my house because I don’t want to put on pants anymore and she got angry and went away.”

“Good,” said Haley Joel Osment. “When are you coming.”

“I don’t know. It might not be until July when I can come.”

“Okay,” said Haley Joel Osment. “July is in like 4 days.”

“No, I mean like around my birthday because then I can convince her to let me go for my birthday. I really want to see you in New York. I should try to come this week. I can’t lie anymore. I have to try to convince my mom.”

“Ask her. Tell her she puts stress on herself by trying to control you instead of giving you freedom which is what America is about, freedom.”

“I laughed and drooled a little,” said Dakota Fanning.

“Tell her American and Canadian soldiers are fighting for your freedom and she is taking that God-given right away from you. Does she believe in God?” A few weeks ago Haley Joel Osment searched Dakota Fanning’s mother’s name on the internet and found a comment she had made on a message board thanking American and Canadian troops for fighting terrorism. He had showed Dakota Fanning who had said “What is this shit, I didn’t know about this.”

“Yes, she does,” said Dakota Fanning. “I want to go to New York Friday. Do you think Ana would do anything Friday? It will be easier to convince her if I say we’re meeting Ana.”

“Yes,” said Haley Joel Osment. “She will.”

“She seemed okay with Ana,” said Dakota Fanning. “I keep staring at Richard Yates’ face on the back of The Easter Parade but not having any reaction to it. Just looking.” Haley Joel Osment said “Party girl” which was a term they had for people who did not speak in a quiet monotone and were not severely detached. Inanimate objects and situations and animals and boys could also be party girls. Dakota Fanning said if they wrote a book about a party girl called Party Girl they would be rich. “I just searched it on Amazon and there’s like 4 books and 3 movies called Party Girl,” she said. “Party Babe would make us the most rich probably.”

Haley Joel Osment said “Slut Babe.”

“Slut Party,” said Dakota Fanning.

“Slut Party is good,” said Haley Joel Osment. “Just bring a tape recorder and hang out with anyone then transcribe.”

“When I come to New York we should just go to bars and record drunken sluts,” said Dakota Fanning.

“A fly keeps flying by me, I feel dirty,” said Haley Joel Osment. “It just landed on my crotch and walked around.”

“It wants to have sex with you,” said Dakota Fanning.

“Your mom ate crab fried with cheese. She is fucked.”

“I know,” said Dakota Fanning. “She is very fucked.”

Haley Joel Osment typed “freedom” in all capital letters with nineteen exclamation marks after it. “Scream that at your mom sometimes,” he said. “Am I coming Thursday?”

“I don’t know, are you? Maybe I can convince her to let you come Thursday then stay the night and go back with me on the train Friday so I’m not riding there alone.” Dakota Fanning said the neighbor’s child was crying. “It begs for ice cream every day and then its parents beat it on the porch and then it rides a bike around and screams and cries. It’s happened 4 times.” Haley Joel Osment said that reminded him of Lemming. He said he wanted to watch movies with Dakota Fanning. “I just want to walk around with you at night and sometimes ass and crotch rape you,” he said.

“Okay. We can do that.”

“When,” said Haley Joel Osment.

“I don’t know. Soon. I will talk to fried Nicholas Sparks cheese beast.”

“That is good,” said Haley Joel Osment. “Cheese beast.”

“I kept looking at ‘cheese beast’ and ignoring the rest.”

“Me too,” said Haley Joel Osment.

“Let’s refer to her as cheese beast now,” said Dakota Fanning. “Like tape man or headbutt girl.”

“Sometimes we can call other people cheese beast too,” said Haley Joel Osment.

Dakota Fanning said the name of a person and said the person was a cheese beast.

“Cheese beast is good,” said Haley Joel Osment.

“Cheese beasts like anything in nugget form. Nuggets is a scary word. My brother has a bottle of ear piercing cleaner in his bathroom. I’m confused.”

“He pierced his groin,” said Haley Joel Osment.

“Probably,” said Dakota Fanning.

They drew cheese beasts using Microsoft Paint and sent them to each other. “They are both just blobs without limbs,” said Dakota Fanning. “I’m laughing. Cheese beast. Fuck my mom’s home.” She went offline. “My mom is home early because she’s afraid of a flood warning in the area,” she said a few minutes later.

“Tell her I majored in flood management at NYU and can protect her Thursday.”

“She just went to look at the river,” said Dakota Fanning. “She took Aladdin and a big flashlight with her. A very big railroad flashlight. I went down to the basement and saw my cat sleeping in a box on the washing machine. She’s always in the basement.”

“Your cat is good,” said Haley Joel Osment.

“It’s a small Gatorade tray. It looks silly. I laughed at her. She stared at me and then licked herself. I hope it floods. I’m bored here. Last time it flooded we parked on the side of the highway and stared for like two hours. It was good.”

Tao Lin reads from 'Richard Yates' in Kent

"special galley" re Richard Yates + "box of drafts"

JohnnyFoxDarko reads from 'Richard Yates'


'Writer, DJ, and French sound artist, Jean-Yves Leloup has followed the evolution of electronic music from its first appearance in Europe at the end of the eighties. A fortunate witness to the electronic scene, he is also interested in all questions relative to contemporary art and digital technologies. With Eric Pajot, Leloup founded and maintains Radio Mentale, a DJ and sound-artist duo based in Paris. It can be seen as a Sound-System influencing on the airwaves, clubs, urban spaces, web, galleries & art centers. From 1992 and for ten years Radio Mentale has been broadcasting their own cultshow in Paris on Radio FG (also broadcasted on Swiss station Couleur 3 and Japanese Shibuya FM). They work now on very different mediums : environmental pieces for contemporary art exhibitions, movie soundtracks, sound installations, specific sound pieces for radio shows, websites, CDs or urban spaces, multimedia movie performances and also sound-design for bars, hotels & restaurants.' -- lespressesdureel

Jean-Yves Leloup Digital Magma
Preface by David Toop
Sternberg Press

'The emergence of electronic music with its new generation of artists and digital technologies has disturbed the world music landscape. From the musicians’ angle, since the end of the eighties, techno, house, and their multiple subgenres, have brought in a new breath, sometimes sweeping aside the order established by rock and pop, and imposing new game rules: ephemeral and shared creations, widespread sampling, DJ rule, the practice of mix and remix, new and micro-economy. But that aesthetic revolution, which ended up contaminating most music during the nineties, is not only limited to artists. The democratization of the digital, of the means of diffusion, and of exchange and listening, transforms the relationship between the audience and music. Today the MP3 generation, beyond the simple question of piracy, invents new codes and practices which have shaken our way of “consuming” culture.' -- Sternberg Press

from the French edition

Et il y a cette silhouette, là-bas, au loin. Celle du DJ. Il surplombe la foule de quelques mètres, mais ne semble guère attirer l'attention. L'homme a l'air concentré sur ses deux platines vinyles. Il relève parfois la tête, histoire de suivre le mouvement global de la foule. S'il se contente de jouer les disques des autres, il orchestre idéalement la soirée, modulant la musique selon l'humeur de l'instant. Pas vraiment artiste, ni même animateur, il semble faire office de passeur entre public et musiciens. Entre les quelques centaines de personnes rassemblées ce soir-là, et les milliers d'artistes qui oeuvrent, en amont, à cette culture de synthèse.

Le DJ est aux platines. Derrière une paroi de verre, dans une cabine, au fin fond d'un club d'ici ou d'ailleurs. Sur une scène, dans un bar de nuit ou, pourquoi pas encore, aux côtés d'autres artistes, danseurs, musiciens ou plasticiens, lors d'un spectacle ou d'une représentation quelconque. Il est en somme au coeur d'un événement, dont il doit assurer, en direct, la bande-son, c'est-à-dire une certaine unité, une atmosphère, et plus encore une temporalité, à l'intérieur de laquelle chacun est invité à s'immerger. Sous ses doigts, les titres s'enchaînent, les accords se fondent, les rythmes se chevauchent. Fluides, les disques semblent émerger l'un dans l'autre, comme une seule et même composition menée selon un tempo régulier et dont la durée paraît infinie. Si les meilleurs DJs savent travailler cette idée du flux, suite inépuisable d'accords et de percussions, ils excellent aussi dans l'art de la collision. Un simple geste suffit alors à faire surgir un tempo à contretemps, une sonorité criarde, une texture inattendue, une pause inopinée, l'idéal étant qu'ils parviennent à orchestrer les ruptures et les fragments.

La pratique du mix, ou le le talent du DJ à enchaîner et fusionner les oeuvres, est l'un des signes les plus emblématiques de notre culture actuelle. Loin de l'idée d'interprétation ou de représentation attachée au concert et à son rituel, il s'agit de faire dialoguer les oeuvres. De créer durant quelques minutes, ou un court instant, une zone d'échange, un moment de magie et de fusion entre deux disques, semblables ou opposés. De rendre naturel le passage de l'un à l'autre. D'exposer leur antagonisme ou encore de créer une suite narrative, ou pourquoi pas symbolique, entre les titres. En somme : cultiver l'art du lien et de la transition.

Cinemix "Gerry" : Gus Van Sant remixed by RadioMentale

12h00, 16 Rue Martel

Jean-Yves Leloup Eric Pajot @ Festival EXIT


p.s. Hey. It's Friday already. Weird. ** Bollo, Oh, awesome, thank you! Matinee in a bit. Everyone, courtesy of artist and d.l. supreme Bollo, here's an episode of the cable/ Arte series 'Into the night with ... ' that pairs and follows/ tracks Gaspar Noe and Harmony Korine, two of contemporary film's unparalleled gods. A total must watch, surely. Dude, seriously, thanks a million. That's insane. ** The Dreadful Flying Glove, Oh, right, thank you, duh, 'Armenia City in the Sky'. The treated vocal screwed with my memory bank. I was thinking Family. Sugar used to do a great rousing live version, and I think Pollard has whipped it out on stage occasionally. I need to download those Speedy Keen albums. I used to love them. Well, that's very true about the Wobble part of life ideally. Day, patent law, ... most curious. ** David Ehrenstein, Yeah, Breillat's penning of 'And the Ship Sails On' really surprised me. I would never have imagined. ** Pilgarlic, Good question on the allure of the abandoned. The reasons I come up with are all personal and tied to childhood era wondering about and investigations of empty dwellings in my old neighborhood. I most want Bradford to cover Spirit, maybe 'Aren't You Glad', but if he nixes that, I'll try 'ACitS' as backup. ** Alan, Breillat's in your novel? How very interesting. I don't know Breillat's politics. Left, clearly. As Steevee said, Sotos is a big fan of Dworkin, so I doubt that reference was a slur. Sujatha, right, of course, and the mystery person, hmmm. Interesting. Do share whatever you can share from their reader reports, if you feel like it. And thanks a lot for the tip on that spooky house. I'm so violently there. At least I won't be totally deprived, phew. ** Misanthrope, Oh, great, about the check. A start's a start. Very good. 14th to the 18th, gotcha. I'll be there, a little lagged but there. ** Kiddiepunk, Ah, thanks, man! What's happening on the 3rd floor? I've barely been out of my cave in days. Let's talk, do something. You still into maybe seeing Bret Ellis do his thing? I need to re-find the date and time of that. ** Allesfliesst, Hey. French genetic codes can make excellent ovens, yes! ** Marc Vallee, Wow, hi, Marc! It's a rare and privileged moment when you pop in to say hello. You good? I'm good. Pray tell. ** _Black_Acrylic, Hey, B. Happy to pass along the deadline stuff. Everyone, as you know by now, _Black_Acrylic aka the artistic whirlwind known as Ben Robinson, co-edits Yuck 'n Yum, one of the very best literary and arts zines in existence. Well, he reports that the deadline for the next YnY is fast approaching (October 1st) , and I urge you to submit your fine works. You can find out how to do that by going here. ** Kevin Killian, Hey, KK! How did it go? Will your ultra-tasty sounding Margot Kidder-centric speech land somewhere where I can devour it, I'm hoping? Laura Albert, ugh. She's still skulking around book-related events? Nasty. I haven't seen Mary Gaitskill since our thing in Buffalo either. Or 'either' until you saw her again. She sounds as testy and marvelous as ever. Accu-jacs, wow, yes. I think I once had what barely passed for sex with a guy while he was having sex with an Accu-Jac. No, I did. I was just being shy. Dying for your Steward review, of course. Thank you for gracing here, my pal, and mega-love to you and Dodie. ** Bernard Welt, I need to double down on getting and reading that Steward bio. It's getting to be like this year's '2666'. ** Steevee, Hey. Man, you're not sounding self-pitying in the slightest. I certainly share my problems here at the drop of a hat. That's part and parcel. Maybe your eyes and the new prescription just need a day or two to reach a compromise? ** Killer Luka, Dude! That is such incredible and incredibly exciting news! Wowzer! At last and finally with hooting and hollering. January, cool. What will you show? Do you know yet? Jimi's great in addition to his great eye for genius. I'm so happy for you, pal. So happy for me and everyone else too! What an awesome way to go home! Fucking yeah, that is just the best news I've heard in, like, forever! ** Changeling, Hey. Yeah, Blogger is trying/ starting to institute these design changes, most of which are a complete disaster, or at least the ones on my end. Yeah, I totally understand and relate to what you mean about writing a novel and the way it seems to open up and concentrate within new or normally skimmed areas of the brain. That makes complete sense to me, and you can really get to love that. Getting to go there can feel like most of the reason to write fiction at length, or it can after you get through the headachey and taxing strangeness of working your imagination and attention span into that degree of lather. It really is kind of like LSD, but without the passivity of just being taken places. It's like a strenuous drugginess-cum-sharpness, but that makes it sound more unpleasant than it is. I don't know. Your band? That's cool. What kind of band? Songless but ... what? A-okay about the France trip delay, obviously. I just hope I'm here when it happens. ** Im not an asbo im your next Prime minister, Well, yeah, I'm all or mostly about non-chronological narratives too, I guess. Or chronology as sleight of hand maybe. The novel I'm working on has a time machine on its mind and on the tip of its tongue. Oh, Luka outed herself as the Douglas Booth purveyor. You saw that, right? Thanks, bud. ** Oscar B, What's London like? Is it all shiny and Tesla Coil-like like people say? Things seem pretty okay here. Big strike here yesterday. Be glad you weren't traveling then. They're turning the heat on in the Recollets today due to the impending temperature drop. Oh, yeah, sure, let me ... Everyone, the great and powerful Oscar B aka the great and powerful artist Benedetta De Alessi is doing a no doubt mind-warping performance in London tonight as part of an event called 'Wild, Wicked and Wanton', and if you're a stone's throw from London or closer, you simply must attend, orders of the Coop. Here's the venue, address, time, and further info. Make haste. See you ... tomorrow, Sunday? Strum everyone's veins with your fingers tonight, O-ster. ** Jose, I'm with Bill. The first image, definitely. It's a knock-out. Man, these recent works of your really something special, Jose. Major hat tip. ** Bill, Hey. Those new pieces sound really exciting! The calligraphic with assists thing gave me a little shiver, not to mention the 'slapped on top of a growth process' thing, wow. A trailer or two, please, at your earliest convenience. Really, those sound incredibly interesting. ** Davidpeak, Yeah, me too, I think, on the relentlessness doubled front. Especially when the thing itself isn't particularly lengthy, time- or pages-wise. Cool if you can get to the New Museum thing. It would be really nice to meet. Thanks a lot. ** Ken Baumann, Ken! Wow, that Paul Sharits film is pretty amazing. I don't know Sharits' work at all. That'll end straight away. He seems ripe for a blog post, let me see. That way I could learn and share at the same time. Anyway, thanks a lot, Ken. Looks like a total find. Awesome about the 'Mooney' props. Yeah, we're finally nearing its official pub date, right? Sure, of course it's cool to use that line by me. I just wish it flowed better ha ha. How about 'The sheer greatness of Higgs' novel calls the capacity of the word greatness into question.'? Oh, I don't know, either one. Poquito Mas ... you're tearing me apart, Lisa! ** Inthemostpeculiarway, Hey. Maybe Marilyn Manson's new chunkiness is affecting his brain. I guess it doesn't work that way. Blue eyed blondes' superiority can be positively shameful. No, I still have a ways to go on my novel, but I'll be in obsessive high gear now until it's finished, which means that the end is nearish. I'm hoping to have it ready for a final polish by the time I go to New York if I possibly can. Yeah, your SA friend sounds pretty troubled. Is she the type who would be amenable to hints re: medications and the professionals who prescribe them? Hope your fingers got straightened out. 'Amphigorey 2' is a bit of a letdown, it's true. I guess 2's often are. My two days were so inseparable I'll just mush them together into one. Novel work for the most part: sitting, squinting, thinking, typing, deleting, typing, squinting, etc. I only left my room to buy food and cigarettes. Still no money problem solution, but I think today might bring some ease if someone's promise wasn't hollow. Yesterday there was a big national strike and protests and stuff here. Sarkozy tried to lie through his teeth and say the turnout was poor and that the strikers lost and he won, but no one believed him, and every report on the numbers except his says it was massive. I watched my weekly episode of 'Master Chef', and it was typical and goodish. Last night, Blogger started phasing in this new system for editing blog posts, and it's a total nightmare of bugs and stupid, time consuming problems. It's so bad that I really don't know how I can keep doing this blog if that system really takes over. I went over to the Blogger message board to complain bitterly along with practically every person who has a Blogger blog, and the hatred for the new system is so total that I'm really hoping Blogger just kills it. Anyway, I spent a couple of hours there blasting Blogger and supporting other blasters. 'Homme au Bain' finally opened here on Wednesday. It got an extremely bad review in Le Monde and a total rave in Liberation. Uh, I think that's extent of my past two days that is worth mentioning. Go Friday! How's yours? ** Chilly Jay Chill, Hey. I've never read Junot Diaz, which is weird now that I realize that. So, no opinion, although I certainly like what you said he said. Have you read him? Any thoughts on what would make for a good entrance into his work? ** Nb, Well, there's that spooky house in the mid-Village that Alan pointed out. You game? I'm totally up for a spooky house centered road trip or something if someone has a car. More than up. Yeah, Blogger's making changes. I don't know what's going on. I'm just trying to stay on the horse or whatever. ** Frank Jaffe, Hey, Frank. Cool that you'll be in NYC. We can meet at last after that failed Paris sojourn last year. A cheap hotel in NYC? Really? Maybe we can try to find the best cold sesame noodle in the city. Sure, I like Argento. How could one not? That trilogy sounds awesome, for sure. Good luck with the studying, man. ** Laurabeth, Wait, there's a new guy now maybe? You're so wild and wanton, ha ha. Not hardly. It sounds enticing to me, but I'm a romantic, don't you know. ** L@rstonovich, I wish I wasn't so bugged by what Pasolini made or didn't out of '120 Days ... ' because I'm sure it's the hell of a film everyone says. My loyalty to the novel was probably my undoing. Still, yeah, it's one to celebrate. Glad the mystery collab is underway. The mystery has thickened. And I'm really glad you're writing, man. I'm good, writing. ** Dorna, Hey, Dorna! Oh, thank you thank you, my friend! It wouldn't have been close to a bounty without your gift. Miss you, pal. Come visit. I mean in the real world as well as here. Lots and lots of love. ** Brendan, Crossroads of the World was really happening and Patchouli scented at one time. Facial scruff sounds good, just don't curtail it into designer stubble. That might just be me. I read that crazy wild rave review of the new Das Racist on Pitchfork and was wondering. I'll get it. I like Die Antwoord. They're fun, no? That's good enough. They're collaborating with someone interesting soon. I can't remember who. So, my thumbs are on the upward end of sideways re: them, I guess. ** Done. Three books I've read and can now recommend to you today. Pretty simple. Enjoy your days, and I'll see you at the beginning of the next one.


DavidEhrenstein said...

" I think I once had what barely passed for sex with a guy while he was having sex with an Accu-Jac."

Sounds like a novel! Samuel Steward was a great Acu-Jac enthusiast in his later years. He said it solved all his problems.

Paul Sharits was a piece of worka nd a half. All the time he was making these cool, removed visually challenging films he was making his money as a harcore imp -- a profession that led to his undoing. I knew his brother Greg, as he worked as a projectionist for the Filmmakers Cinematheque for many years. Exceptionallt good-lookig with a deep melifluous voice and a a seemignly easy manner he was much sought after by women of all ages and was only too glad to return the compiment. I thought he had a good life. Then on a trip to Denver he threw himself off the roof of a Grehoud Bus station, brekaing his legs. He recovered physically. No idea if he did so mentally. But the incident was the reason Stan Brakhage withdrew his films from the Filmmakers Coop for seevral years -- a legendary avant-garde disaster. Brakhage blamed a far too freewheeling hippie culture for Greg's suicide attempt. It's as if he turned into a Republica overnight. Anyhoo he eventually returned to the fold, to the relief of one and all.

nb said...

Dennis, I really like Amelia Gray. I haven't got the new book yet. I take it you've read AM/PM? Beautiful little thing. She also lives in Austin (Texas represent!) and has a great blog. I'm reading Richard Yates now, and for all the times I said I didn't like Tao, I actually think he knows what he's doing, so I recant. It's brilliant so far, and I'm beginning to think he's underestimated in what he does. I'm up for that one Alan mentioned. I'm thinking maybe renting a car for a day and going upstate if there is a good one there. (You have no idea how bad I want to get out of this fucking city sometimes/all times.) Killer Luka thinks I should be Dale Cooper for Halloween. Now, work. Bye!


Empty Frame said...

Hey there Dennis, my friend! Long time no chat - just got broadband in my new flat today, only got back to Brighton on 8th. Stayed with friends, apartment-hunting etc. Which turned out amazingly well - due to a weird series of coincidences and lucky breaks I'm living in an apartment in a fucking Regency mansion!! Lewis Carroll lived and dreamt up "Alice" on my street - he was in the six-acre private gardens ( !) for the residents and saw a little girl chase a ball down a cambered lawn into our private tunnel (!) onto the beach. Cool, huh? Cate Blanchett was living here til she got bored and sold her flat for four million quid or something. The bloody King Edward VII "convalesced" next door, and his daughter Princess Louise lived there too. Dickens and Thackeray passed through, Steven Berkoff, loads of now-forgotten writers. It's seriously swanky, man. I can't quite believe my luck ... all for a rent that's the same for a shitty basement flat. Selling your soul to the soul to the devil apparently works!
You good? I'll catch up with previous posts very soon, but general gist seems to be you're fine and working like a demon on your novel? Hope so. It's good to be back. Blogger seems to be acting weirdly, by the way ... not giving me the word verification things a lot. Is it them? Never used to be tricky at all.
Anyway, love to Paris and you.
PS Casiotone for the Painfully Alone ... your thoughts, kind sir?

laurabeth said...

oh no, same boy i have been mentioning. he's an old friend of mine and we recently started hooking up. i never thought it would go anywhere, but...
i'll write more later today,

Pilgarlic said...

Ventured down to Little Five Points, yesterday, to Criminal Records, and bought Deerhunter's "Microcastle / Wierd Era Cont. ". It's a funky area of town, lots of dreadlocks on white people, street denizens, and flat out crazy folks. Two different women, talking to Elvis, or, what, or, whoever imaginary person they are arguing with. The first one, I drove past, the second I had the misfortune of making eye contact with, and, she went off on me. I didn't understand one single word of her rant, but, her red face, wild eves, and jabbing finger were enough to tell me all I needed to know, and, I hauled ass.
Once home, I had to listen to Beryl's howling complaints, and, my wife's details of his, and Jenny's ( the other, older, dog ) various transgressions. I got dinner on the stove, and settled down for a listen to Deerhunter while I read Tony's "Sick City", and, man, I gotta tellya, life was good. The simple pleasures, right ?

l@rstonovich said...

D- I was gonna ask what you thought of his interpretation of your grand papa and I got my answer. From what I've read of De Sade the tones were completely different for one. I could have never expected any sort of translation to the screen but I was actually amazed at what they included content-wise, especially with the MGM lion roaring at the beginning. I can understand how your allegiance would hinder you. Too bad he didn't include the subtitle for your sake because it borrowed from many more sources than De Sade. Regardless I had nightmares.
I read and enjoyed Tao and Amelia's last books so I'll surely do the same with these.

El Caimán Divino said...

Well, Dennis, if it lights your lemon we may conduct a body-swapping/mind-boggling experience, in order to help you finish your novel; might I suggest Jodorowsky to be our coach? (hahaha)
Most of what I have written in English, over the years, I have published in the English section of my blog. The actual stuff I have published is in French. Oh...I started another novel, this one is about ballet pianists. If you were wondering, I have been one for 12 yrs, and this book is about WHY I shall never do that job again! Publishers: I'm going to try and publish in Quebec first, but if you know anyone in France who would be willing to read, that could be great! Peace!

Steve Lafreniere said...

Hey Dennis. Well, BUTT's all ready to launch its new look/content etc with the interview we did. BUT they need the photo of you that didn't happen a couple months back. The photog is French and his no. is 06 72 17 80 49.

They're keeping on me about getting through to you, so pretty please phone him when you get a chance.

I'm trying to get down to see Them at PS 122. That wasn't the piece you DJ'd the distorted Running Up That Hill?

alan said...

I’m in the middle of “Richard Yates” now and I second the recommendation. It seems like an advance over “Shoplifting,” which I also liked.

Maybe I should drop this, but Dworkin is known for equating pornography with violence against women and the effort to get it banned by the state. I don’t know anything about Sotos beyond what I’ve read here, but, just from that, I think his statement that he admires Dworkin (which I want to thank stevee for pointing out) has to be taken in a special sense. I don’t think he is citing “Dworkinite theory” as something he agrees with (unless he thinks pornography is violence and therefore approves of it?). But my question was about Breillat, not Sotos, and I was asking whether it is fair to associate her with this brand of feminism.

Anyway, Dennis, it’s clearly not “Blogger making changes” but something gone awry in your settings. You should look into it when you have more time. In the meantime, let me urge you again to back up your blog onto your laptop. It takes about forty-five seconds. Just go to “Settings” and hit “Export blog” and then “Download Blog.”

Killer Luka said...

Oh god. I hate books. You know what I hate more than books? Writers.

Dennis, thanks man. I am still kind of stunned. I have to think of a way to present the drawings in an installation type setting. Hmmmmmm. Yeah I have been hanging with Nick Cook almost everyday. I hate him and he is ugly and brainless. Actually he is gonna model for me for another drawing of a boy soldier with his face shot off. He should be Dale Cooper. I want to be William S. Burroughs' wife and carry around a shot glass with a bullet hole in my forehead. Haha. No I want to be a Pict (google it). Hm what else? Oh I like it here very much. I am gonna try to come up here when you are here and would dig going to a haunted house as I have never been to one. Don't be frightened if I start randomly humping your leg but I refuse to bleach my anus.
Hope the money thing rights itself.

Kiddiepunk said...

Hey big guy, yeah I'm up for the Ellis thing. I spent all day today shooting that guy's film that I was telling you about a while ago. A long day... so tired right now. I'll give you a buzz tomorrow.

By the way, I saw that Korine/Noe thing and actually didn't care for it much at all - the way the whole thing was made seemed like a retard's view of the US (I presumed some German person made it) and then I remembered that it was directed by Bruce LaBruce. Mostly I thought Noe just looked embarrassed (and with good reason) and Korine actually came off as a little irritating as he was dominating the whole show with his nonsense talk, which is not what I want to see when I have two very great filmmakers in the same room together.

Anyway. No more words tonight. Words bad.

DavidEhrenstein said...

Latest FaBlog: Fait Diver -- Daddy Issues.

Misanthrope said...

Am I the only who would watch Dworkin in a porno? And get off on it?

Dennis, It was a start. Because I got an offer via email to work on another big project - 240 hours, over $4k - and I politely declined, saying I wouldn't be available for any more work until I was paid the balance of what I'm owed for all my other invoices. What do you know? I got a call and a check for the remainder is in the mail. Maybe you do get more bees with honey than vinegar.

Oh, so I'll be in NYC tomorrow! Yay! Coming back home Monday. I'll start this new project Tuesday. It seems all will work out so that I can complete this project on time (or even before time) and still do all my October NYC traveling as planned. (Actually, there was never any doubt on those plans.)

What's funny is, though I'm paying more for a room than I wanted to, I'm not paying much more. Ended up with a really nice hotel at a greatly reduced rate because I booked so late.

Anyway, details about my journey and shenanigans to come.

Hmm, okay, I've not read these three either. And won't buy them. Yet. They go on the list until I have some good discretionary spending money. So thanks for the tips.

I've read Scorch Atlas, Light Boxes, and Hogg over the past couple weeks and liked them all. Of course, I heard about them here first. Right now, it's Will Self's The Butt, which centers around a tourist in a foreign land who starts off this crazy chain of events when he inadvertently flips his cigarette butt onto an indigenous person's forehead. It's pretty funny and good.

alan said...

I'm at work now. Just reread my comment from earlier. It sounds weird, sorry. I was feeling weird when I got up. Also one of the sentences doesn't work grammatically and I misspelled steevee's name. Sorry, steevee.

Misanthrope, No. Yes.

Killer Luka, Did you get my texts from yesterday? I'm really so happy for you. Can't wait to see your girls in person.

Bill said...

Funny, I was just admiring Museum of the Weird at City Lights yesterday, but kept getting distracted by other books and ended up not picking up anything, Ok, it's firmly on my list now.

Dennis, I would promise to have trailers up by early next week, but the wonderful video rental place 25 mins from my house not only has an entire Breillat section, but the staff knows who Breillat is, and knows that the two latest films are on the recent arrivals shelf. Wow. And that's on top of the two concerts I'm supposed to go. So I might be slightly distracted this weekend.

I feel privileged to live in a city where I can wander into a bookstore and buy Amelia Gray, or rent a bunch of Breillat films just by walking to the right shelf. Not to mention watch Brewster McCloud on a Monday night on a big screen. Now if I can get some work done...


Changeling said...

Could you maybe do some kind of "Twenty-three books I read recently that really sucked:seriously, don't go near them" post? i'm already gnawed my bottom lip off over the length of my read this list.

i'm hoping my blog lives in like - the abandoned west-wing? so far it's missed the renovations. i guess we'll just crouch beneath these dust sheets & breathe shallow for a bit.
i get that the intense scouring novel writing gives to those boarded up brain passages can be this deep and addictive pleasure. but I'm lazy and also kind of scared - get really reluctant to put the necessary effort into something I find difficult - probably cos then, if I fail at it, I can tell myself that this failure was caused by my lack of application, rather than my lack of ability?

It's a Bavarian Brass Band. I play a massive tuba. I really wish that were true - Songless but - ? I dunno - Well Shod? I'm gonna go practice in - uh RIGHT NOW x

steevee said...

My foot is feeling better, although it feels really weird to leave the ankle brace on all day, as though I were wearing two shoes. It's more sore than actively painful at this point.

I'm now listening to Lil B's spoken word/ambient album. This is one of the weirdest things I've heard this year.

Lux said...

Hey coop.

Just quickly dropping by. I still read you. I'm pretty caught up with my own blog atm.

Big favour: can you link me to the post you did a while back...ghost stories I think it was called or porn ghost stories.

I remember something about a guy who was doing ghey porn and after sex he'd get really pissed off and violent cause he wasn’t comfortable being lesbighey and he ended up dead in a dumpster. another story was about a kid with mental health issues being in porn and they put a whig on him to hide his operation scares.

That’s about all I remember. I hope this sparks something in you’re memory.

Have you read Imperial Bedrooms yet?


inthemostpeculiarway said...

I really want to read these. Nice selection, Dennis. I'm assuming so, anyway.

Hey Dennis,

That's weird I just referenced you and then said that. Oh well.

The idea of you potentially having your novel ready for more editing by New York is really exciting to me.

Oh, her friend was the crazy one in that story. Sorry I know I probably fucked that up. All my SA Friend needs is a Xanax and a hot bath and to sleep for three days.

My fingers are fine now. Yay!

Amphigorey 2 is Amphigorey Too, and Amphigorey Also is Amphigorey 3. But yeah, they were both disappointing. Still, I liked them. I may have liked 3 more than 2. At least 3 had The Epileptic Bicycle.

I really hope the money/promise comes through today. Then you can breathe a little easier.

Glad Master Chef was goodish. And that's sort of embarassing for Sarkozy.

Oh, yeah, I noticed the blog was different. Mainly you can't click on the title and scroll through the comments and the fonts a little smaller now. But I hope they fix it, yeah. Why does it seem it's always whenever something on the internet tries to get better it just gets worse?

Oh, my Friday. How dull:

Well last night I had a sudden burst of inspiration, so I wrote a lot. So that was nice.

Answered some texts after that because they had gotten neglected. At first they weren't, but then it became such a pain in the ass I just threw my phone on the floor and let it vibrate across the room.

Slept for about two hours, woke up.

Went on a walk. For some reason I thought it'd feel nice, because, I'm not sure, but yeah, no. It was incredibly humid. Sticky air.

After that came back here and did laundry. I guess it was laundry day. Cleaned, put the laundry away, looked for something to read. Nothing, really.

Started to get really cold and a headache, so I turned off the fan and wondered if I'm getting sick. Hopefully not. But after that I slept for a long time, very long time, about six or seven hours. The area under my eyes doesn't look very pretty right now and my cat tried to trip me and break my neck for ignoring her, but it was nice. I'm probably about to head back there. Sleeping's probably my favorite thing in the world right now.

Looked online for a little bit. Read that Elmo saw Katy Perry's cleavage, watched the video to see what was necessary to shield the children from, and it turned out to be nothing, of course.

Santa Sangre's getting an official release. I already knew this one, though. From Severin. Did I tell you?

Oh, what else? Nothing, really. SA Friend (that's so much easier to type) is making soup with her crazy friend. I wasn't aware this was something people did with each other, and since they're genuinely making a soup and it's not a secret code, it's sort of surprising/incredibly dull to think about.

Yeah, my eye hurts. Maybe I am getting sick. I hope not.

But anyway, tell me all about your Friday, and have an excellent, amazing wonderful weekend, of course.

Sypha said...

I was going to say something on here, but I have such a bad headache I forget what it was. Damn.

DavidEhrenstein said...

Gaspard Noe wotul get off on it mis.

BTW I hear the version of Enter the Void being release dtateside is considerably shorter than the 3 hour origianl shown at Cannes last year. I trust that version will be on DVD.

Sarkozy is incapable of being embarassed.

and now, the song stylings of Farrokh Bulsara

Ken Baumann said...


Oh! I would've bet $ you knew Sharits. That you didn't and now you do has made my day. I look forward to the upcoming post.

About Mooney: yep, official pub date is October 5th. Damn, that new sentence of praise is, well, great! Thank you. I couldn't agree with you more.

Wish I could ship some chicken nachos & black bean tacos (w/guacamole) express to Paris.

Your Johnny quote made me true-LOL. I want to write prose like this:


Ken Baumann said...

and this.

(this is a dangerous game we have begun)

Brendan said...

My beard is more a product on benign neglect than pretentious cultivation. I think the Rick Rubin look would work for me, but I don't think I have the testosterone.

Do you know the magazine Purple? It's super fancy French thing. I'm sure you know it. Anyway, the new issue has really great and long interviews with Bank Violette, Kim Gordon, Bret Easton Ellis, Rick Rubin and Pierre Guyotat. It's like the made special for Brendan issue. Plus there is lots of beautiful naked people. You need to pick it up if you aren't already in the know. Which, as a man of letters, I'm sure you are.

I think I am getting a cold. Which sucks.


the Dreadful Flying Glove said...

The Amelia Gray excerpts here are salivary-level attractive. My critical disposition as regards Tao Lin needs to work hard to get around how physically attracted I am to him, but what I've seen of his writing of late I've enjoyed in a remarkably direct way, and as the author (February) of an email titled Of Human Bondage and/or Tao Lin opening with the line "I absolutely don't know if I hold an opinion about Tao Lin" and which probably got a lot more interesting when I moved on to talking about the previous weekend, which had involved being tied up and kicked around a motel room by someone from the internet, except I wandered off that soon enough and started burbling on about reading G.K. Chesterton on the train down to London and the meaning of drawing equal or greater pleasure from reading his prefaces for Dickens than I did from [redacted redacted redacted, I mean jesus christ]