Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrel:
I try to avoid any book that I see people reading on the train. It's not so much a stance against popular culture as it is an
egomaniacal need to feel above whatever it is others are interested in (I should probably take this up with a
therapist sometime). When Susanna Clark's massive tome made its US debut, dozens of readers lugged it around for months. I wrote it
off as an extension of the Harry Potter phenomenon and thought nothing more of it. A pity, really, as now that I'm lugging the book
around myself, I find it quite engaging. With lots of characters, side-stores and footnotes (that go on for pages) Clark
has crafted a pleasant world to get lost in.
A Young Adult Novel that I Cannot Mention:
A dear friend just signed a two book deal with a respected publisher. I was honered to read the first draft and offered lots of
suggestions and notes. Fortunately, the book really is good. There's nothing worse than having to tell a friend that their book,
band, artwork, poetry, or similar expression is . . . really great! No, really, you're totally talented!
I've been in that position more than once. It's hard to maintain a pleasant countenance when, deep down, you feel rather nauseous about the
whole thing. This experience was pleasantly different. I'll plug it when it's actually in book stores. For now, I've been sworn to
secrecy.
Chris Thomas King
In college, I spent countless hours listening to old, scratchy recordings of blues and folk music. I'd scores of albums, many of them from
the amazing Smithsonian Folkways catalog. Sadly, in the days before albums were
easily ripped to hard drive, I sold the entirety of my collection to (a very happy) used record store. I needed the cash to support
an incredibly stupid relationship. Chris Thomas King, with his extraordinary rendition of the classics, has reunited me with the
music that once meant so much to me. I've more or less forgotten about the girl.
His Name is Alive
Fuzzy, geek-synth, electronica from Michigan. With sexy vocals. I downloaded Detrola the other day but have yet to listen to it
extensively. I think it's good, but it requires a certain situation (and headphones) to be properly appreciated.
Information Aesthetics
I've been on the job interview circuit for the last couple of months. In countless conversations I'm asked "What sites to you read
regularly? Where do you draw inspiration?" The answer, inevitably, is Information Aesthetics. It's the sort of site that looks
great to prospective employers and has the benefit of actually being a source of great inspiration.
Out Of Body
I’m lying on a mattress in an empty San Francisco room. My things - two typewriters, a pile of jazz records and a 1930 Philco radio among them - are floating around on a highway somewhere. Perhaps they’ve made it to Nevada by now…
I pared down my belongings as much as possible before moving. Piles of books and old appliances were dumped at the Brown Elephant and piled up in my parents’ garage (bless them and their storage space). The whole process of moving was an exercise in shedding the extraneous.
It felt good at the time.
But here, without anything familiar about me, I feel quite removed from my life. A clean slate has its benefits, but I feel almost too clean. I’ve scrubbed too hard and am feeling raw and over exposed.
Which, like nearly everything else I write here, is an overstatement. Still, I miss the familiar more than I thought I would. Fortunately, it’s on the way. “Home” will catch up with me in a few days.