The Mumpsimus

Ron Silliman has written an interesting post about, among other things, how he reads: I’m always reading a dozen books at once, sometimes twice that many. [...] In part, this reading style is because I have an aversion to the immersive experience that is possible with literature. Sometimes, especially if I’m "away" on vacation, I’ll plop down in a deck chair on a porch somewhere with a big stack of books of poetry, ten or twelve at a time, reading maybe up to ten pages in a book, then moving it to a growing stack on the far side of the chair until I’ve gone through the entire pile. Then I start over in the other direction. I can keep myself entertained like this for hours. That is pretty close to my idea of the perfect vacation. I’ve had this style of reading now for some 50 years – it’s not something I’m too likely to change – but I’ve long realized that this is profoundly not what some people want from their literature, and it’s the polar opposite of the experience of ...

My latest Sandman Meditations column was posted earlier this week.  This one is about "A Dream of a Thousand Cats" . In the column, I mention my new cats, Alex and Oliver.  As an added bonus to all that, here's a picture of them dreaming...

It's long been time for this site to get a facelift.  Well, now it has one.  I've not only changed some of the formatting and colors (yes, I'm fond of purples; it's my site, it will have lots of purple!), but also taken advantage of Blogger's new Pages feature, familiar to anybody who's used Wordpress.  The pages are listed up there beneath the site header. The About and Fiction pages are self-explanatory, but the Selections page probably needs a few words of introduction. For a couple years now, I've wanted to put together a collection of the nonfiction I've written over the last seven years or so (since a piece of mine about George Saunders appeared in English Journal in May 2003), but I've struggled to come up with a book-length manuscript that is more than just a collection of miscellanea.  I could easily put together a collection just of my writings on science fiction, or on film, or general book reviews, or extended essays on writers su...

The Center for Cartoon Studies' Schulz Library has a great blog , which, if you're at all interested in comics or graphic novels, provides wonderful reading. Today, for instance, they posted a marvelous piece by S.R. Bissette about a new anthology of 1950s horror comics .  This is part one of what looks to be a three-part series. I also just discovered Bissette's own site , itself a marvel.  Don't miss his series of posts on LeRoi Jones/Amiri Baraka's Dutchman .

We make fiction for the same reason as we make buildings: security. Rigid notions of causality in fiction have developed as shelter from a fear of the unstructuredness of actual events. Few societies have been more afraid than ours of losing a status quo that was illusory in the first place. - -M. John Harrison

I was writing a comment in reply to Ray Davis on a previous post, and realized it might be better as a post than a comment. Here's Ray's original comment : Huh. The  "problem that had long puzzled"  Josipovici was precisely -- like  precisely , except for some name-swapping which sharpens the point, like Joyce for Mann and Beckett for Bernhard -- what led me to start looking into science fiction in 1976. (And eventually led me here, of course.) From what I've read of Josipovici, I suspect he arrived at different answers than myself. My feelings are similar, and are one of the reasons that though my particular pleasures are different from Josipovici's, I'm sympathetic to his argument. Those feelings are also a reason why I have a knee-jerk negative reaction to arguments that pose science fiction (broadly defined) as the opposite of Modernism .  (Different, sure.  Opposite, nope.)  That's an interpretation that doesn't work for me because it co...

A fascinating story in the New York Times about Sarah Driver's 1981 film of Paul Bowles's brilliant story "You are Not I" -- a film in which Luc Sante is an actor, and on which Jim Jarmusch served as cinematographer and co-writer. I have no idea if the film is any good, but the Times  story of its creation, loss, and discovery -- as well as the story of Bowles's archives -- is really amazing.