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Books are what I do : Write (very slowly), Read (rapidly or at leisure), Re-read (for pleasure or reference), Buy and Sell (my livelihood), Catalogue and Describe (ditto), Edit, Publish, Review (for The New York Review of Science Fiction and others), Recommend or Give away, Receive, and — unavoidably and repeatedly  — Lift (whether singly or in boxes). I concede a fondness for private eye novels, equalled by my interest in the quirky, erudite, or obscure, and surpassed only by my love of the literature of the fantastic.

— Henry Wessells

Buchnarr, 1494. Ware! Ware! Ware the Book-Fool!

 

2 October 2014

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The Death of the Book Award : 2014

The Endless Bookshelf announces the 2014 Winner of The Death of the Book Award :

— The Complete Works of Oscar Wilde. General Editor : Ian Small. Volume 3. The Picture of Dorian Gray. The 1890 and 1891 Texts. Edited by Joseph Bristow. Oxford University Press, [2005 ; POD reprint, dated on terminal leaf 25 Sept. 2014]. Bound in brownish repellent silicon paper over boards, false gilt rules and titling on spine. Textblock stiffly glued and unopenable ; narrow margins, poorly reproduced illustrations. From the reports of the judges : “ it smells disgusting, too, oily synthetic hormones ”.

The Death of the Book Prize is awarded for the ugliest book issued from a publisher who should know better.

All art is at once surface and symbol. [. . .] All art is quite useless.
      — Oscar Wilde, preface to The Picture of Dorian Gray, 1891.

The Endless Bookshelf has reviewed, noted, and consulted numerous books from the many branches of Oxford University Press. Those books are : often useful, well designed, substantial, and, sometimes, even beautiful. This book is supposed to be a volume in the definitive edition of the Collected Works of a world author, but it is an affront to the senses, an engineering failure, and a disservice to scholarship. What were they thinking ? Were they thinking ? Do the editors know that this has been done to the book ?

The late Reno W. Odlin coined the term “ paperback in drag ” to describe late twentieth-century industrial hardcovers. Nominations and coinages for the taxonomy of these zombie book objects are invited.

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recent reading :

— Anne Waldman. Manatee / Humanity. Penguin Poets, [2009].

— Tana French. The Secret Place. Viking, [2014]. “ But I was starting to see it, out of the corner of my eye : the shimmer in the air that says danger. ”

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21 September 2014

— Giovanbattista Braccelli. Bizzarie di varie Figure, 1624. [Facsimile edition, issued with :] Propos sur Braccelli par Tristan Tzara. L’Aventure d’ Livre et notes bibliographiques par Alain Brieux. Paris, 1963. With folding facsimile plate and census of the nine (9 !) known copies, only one of which is complete. I first learned of this astonishing book of engravings from a Brazilian artist. It remains curious and beautiful, one of those books that upset all notions of time. One can see why the surrealists and Dadaists esteemed it.  

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Publication Day

Monday evening, 15 September, was publication day for The Private Life of Books, a book of poems by Henry Wessells and photographs by Paul Schütze. Subscribers and readers and friends gathered in celebration of the event, along with two other Temporary Culture authors, Wendy Walker and Michael Swanwick (whose account of the festivities is here).
Copies have been sent to subscribers. About half of the edition has been distributed (detail of colophon above ; title page below). Order here, http://avramdavidson.org/Privatelifeofbooks.html.

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‘ the imposition of another’s imagination ’ ; or, recent reading 

— Peter Mendelsund. What We See When We Read. A Phenomenology. With Illustrations. Vintage Books, [2014].

At first I asked myself, repeatedly, is this popcorn, or pornography (or catnip) ?
What We See When We Read is a stylish book where form and function are inseparable, an object that demands the reader play with the ideas it expresses. It is an intellectual page-turner, as Mendelsund illustrates and articulates a manner of cognition. There are some choice metaphors and phrases : “ a load-bearing word ”, or “ words potentiate meaning ”. It is pure delight to see Nabokov’s annotations to the first page of Kafka’s “ The Metamorphosis ” in English translation, with his quick, precise entomological drawing. And one must pay attention, for the footnotes and asides are as sharp as the text. While I agree with many of Mendelsund’s individual propositions, and even with his notions of consciousness as “ imperfect ; partial ; hazy ; co-creative ”, I often found myself thinking, no ! in response to other ideas about reading and the reader. The mark of an engaging book.
For your correspondent, the aim of a work of fiction is to cause the reader to experience an effect. One reads not to see but to understand : the nature of that understanding may include a feeling, or the memory of certain images seen while reading, but it is not reducible to the feeling or even divisible into the component images. (This is also why I feel that worries about revealing plot turns are, in the end, irrelevant.)
I have not answered my question, but What We See When We Read will go on the shelf near The Medium is the Massage (1967) and The Self-Reflexive Page (2010).

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— William Plomer. Turbott Wolfe. Edited by Stephen Gray. Johannesburg : A.D. Donker, [1980]. Originally published in 1926 by the Hogarth Press of Virginia and Leonard Woolf, in a plain brown dust jacket (and the date 1925 on the title page).

“ those stranger winds that rise and lapse in the imagination, stirring with the slightest uneasy wings something that cannot reveal itself ”

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— Tim Kinsella. Let Go and Go on and on. A novel. Based on the roles of Laurie Bird. [Curbside Splendor, 2014].

The novel is that most resilient of literary forms : call any text of a certain length a novel, and it becomes a novel. Let Go and Go on and on is a critical fiction of 1970s America that takes as its source text four films : Two-Lane Blacktop, Cockfighter, Annie Hall, and Bad Timing. The aim is noble : to articulate a suppressed voice, to evoke an unknown person who may be seen as a casualty of the decade. Laurie Bird, “ the tragic starlet ”, committed suicide. “ Very little is known about her. ” The trajectory of this novel is fascinating, from the rural south to Los Angeles and a New York City penthouse. No one is more sympathetic to the potential of the critical fiction that I am. But that sympathy does to entail the abandonment of the principles of careful reading that are at the core of the attempt. And so I must report on the technical and philosophical issues this novel raises. Even an “ entertainment ” can be considered seriously.

Let Go and Go on and on recounts incidents from the plots and dialogues of the four films. Over time it becomes apparent that characters (actors) and lines are being braided to create a continuous consciousness. There are some interesting, well-turned passages :

All at once, you understand in your gut why fast cars are sexy.
The same gaze translates.
The same gaze considers a body at rest, its parts as parts, and how these parts all come together with unified intent, imagining the body’s performance.
All suspense.
All potential.

And yet. With a text so rooted in film, the question arises, to what degree is this simply coasting ? That is, relying upon shadows from elsewhere that are most emphatically not present in this text.

The choice of a second person singular narration is a perilous one in American letters. There are few successful examples at extended length. * The second person singular narration brings with it a certain sensory starvation, and as the prose unfolded, I kept asking myself, whose words are these ? Whose diction and vocabulary are being yoused. And then the reader comes to Part 4, where these issues can no longer be avoided. In the opening sentence of Part 4, an I asserts itself in First Person Singular Narration and the Paul Simon character from Bad Timing (transplanted from Vienna to New York City) takes the helm from the Second Person Singular Narration. The You form is not entirely abandoned, but it does not regain primacy until the final paragraphs of the book. What is a reader to make of this ? This narrative I (who is a creep) appears in part 4 and his voice asserts dominance over the You narrations which have hitherto shaped the consciousness of Let Go and Go on and on. What happened to Laurie Bird ?

A commendable experiment, though not entirely successful. Much better to have attempted it than not.

*  Send me your candidates. I have not read it in years but I do not rank Bright Lights, Big City as a successful example. There I have said it.

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7 September 2014

recent reading 

—Walter E. Rogers. Tree Flowers of Forest, Park, and Street. [Duotone plates from photographs by the Author]. The Drawings from Nature by Olga A. Smith. Appleton, Wisconsin : Published by the Author, 1935. A beautiful and fascinating book. “ That tree flowers are not well known is due primarily to the fact that they are seldom of large size and so do not attract attention to themselves as do the showier blossoms of the herbs found in our gardens, conservatories, and woodlands. ” (Above, the fruit of the willow.)

—William Plomer. Turbott Wolfe (1926). Edited by Stephen Gray. Johannesburg : A.D. Donker, [1980]. With essays and appreciations by Nadine Gordimer, Laurens van der Post, and others. Truly remarkable novel, a narrative of south African attitudes and people. Anti-apartheid before the emergence of apartheid. Wish I had read this when I was nineteen years old (the age at which the author wrote it).

“ Native question, indeed ! My good man, there is no native question. It isn’t a question. It’s an answer. ”

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—Adam Roberts. Adam Robots. Short Stories. [Gollancz, 2013]. Tricky stories, lots of fun (just started reading, picked this up at the Gollancz table at the World Science Fiction Convention).

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The Private Life of Books : publication day is 15 September, details here : http://avramdavidson.org/Privatelifeofbooks.html

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Mailbag Roulette : A Cumulation

Mailbag Roulette was invented at Readercon 2012 by your correspondent [HWW], together with [EK] and [MF], who are blameless. We each pulled a forthcoming book from the Temporary Culture mailbag and read an opening line. Your correspondent claimed the privilege of reading this one:

Reader, I am delivered of a son.

There was no turning back. Each wave of the publishing cycle brought new terrors ; and also patterns to be discerned. Readers will pardon the notes of exasperation, even desperation, that are sometimes to be seen in the captions : count yourself lucky that you did not have to experience these books at first-hand. The all-time winner remains Gluten for Punishment (mid-April 2013).

mailbag roulette (early summer) : 1 crow, 3 dogs, 5 cats ; If Catfish Had Nine Lives

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mailbag roulette, late spring : 7 cats, 4 dogs, “A Bookmobile Cat Mystery” [niched to death]

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mailbox roulette (late Feb.) : cats 5, dogs 2 ; horses 6 receding [too much sugar …]

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No, just no : the wrathful shade of Harriet Vane will walk

mailbag roulette (November 2013) : 4 dogs, 5 cats, A Bookmobile Cat Mystery [runs screaming into the forest]

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autumn mailbag roulette : cats, dog, bunny, pancakes, orchards, & Chili con Carnage

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end of summer mailbag roulette : cakes and bran ; includes delicious recipes

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mailbag roulette mid-August : Murder of a Stacked Librarian

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mailbag roulette (mid-June) : lace, lingerie, yarn, tulle, cats, dogs, goat (!), & Woof at the Door

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mailbag roulette : mid-April 2013 [N.B. : Cats 6, Dogs 1 ; Gluten for Punishment]

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mailbag roulette, late Feb. : “by the author of Pies and Prejudice” (oh dear ; also note cats & dogs)

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mailbag roulette, Jan. 2013 : cats, dogs, & Brie

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end of year mailbag roulette

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(mail bag) : WTF ! Who reads these books ? Who writes these books ? Why send them to me ?

The imminent disappearance of the Twitpic platform has prompted your correspondent to assemble the several posts headed Mailbag Roulette into a single chronology. And to declare an end to it.

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L’Atlantide

— Pierre Benoit. L’Atlantide. Roman. Albin Michel, [1919]. Re-read together with the 1920 translation by Mary C. Tongue and Mary Ross, for an essay, “ Fire-Flies in Atlantis, or, The Country of Fear ”, to appear in the autumn issue of Wormwood.

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Wander in the Archives

The Archives of the Endless Bookshelf have been swept and tidied and a guide has been prepared to assist wanderers. Index would be too strong a term : the headwords tend to be suggestive rather than directive. Start here. Have fun.

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This creaking and constantly evolving website of the endless bookshelf : some entries are brief mentions, others take the form of more elaborate essays and reviews. Someday, not soon, comments or interactivity. Right now you’ll have to send links to me, dear readers. [HWW]

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