Friday, July 23, 2010

I finally finished Bolano's 2666 tonight. This book has carried me through early-morning bus rides, tedious afternoons and breaks at work, and who knows what else. I loved most of it but found the fourth chapter ("The Part About the Crimes," also the most critically-hyped section) slow going.

Soon (i.e. once I've got my hands on a copy) I'll be tackling Thomas Ligotti's The Conspiracy Against the Human Race. I can't think of a more exciting book right now - I've only read two of Ligotti's books but his style of morbid fiction and his worldview I'm totally on board with. His ideas, expressed as much in interviews as in his work, have to do with the general bleakness of existence - as Cioran put it, "the trouble with being born."

This is a philosophical vein that's occupied me a lot in the last year or so - not exactly nihilism, not exactly anti-natalism, but I can see my way to sympathizing with both positions. A lot of this comes from a few books I've read in the past few years, each of which complicates any possibility of empathy with this philosophical vein - Kierkegaard points obliquely toward it but offers the possibility of redemption via a radical inward form of Christianity; Dominic Fox's Cold World which I read last October argues that anhedonia is a totally appropriate response to contemporary life. I'm not sure I agree with this - most of the writers I value most who come from a depressive point of departure seem to react to the contemporary world with various degrees of unhealthy neurosis - Kierkegaard's fanaticism, Duras's alcoholism, Bernhard and Cioran's misanthropy - but not exactly the sort of anhedonia that cripples you from any possibility of creation and invention. If writing weren't a way out, the ultimate depressives Bernhard and Cioran - or Kafka and Beckett, who took their mistrust even further - wouldn't have done so much of it.

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Here are all the Cannes titles I want to see (without having looked at any of the plot descriptions, which I'm sure will intrigue me in others on the list). Especially stoked for the Weerasethakul and obviously the Godard.

COPIE CONFORME (CERTIFIED COPY) directed by Abbas KIAROSTAMI
LA PRINCESSE DE MONTPENSIER (THE PRINCESS OF MONTPENSIER) directed by Bertrand TAVERNIER
LUNG BOONMEE RALUEK CHAT (Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives) directed by Apichatpong WEERASETHAKUL
OUTRAGE directed by Takeshi KITANO
POETRY directed by LEE Chang-dong
FILM SOCIALISME directed by Jean-Luc GODARD
HAHAHA directed by HONG Sangsoo
HAI SHANG CHUAN QI (I WISH I KNEW) directed by JIA Zhangke
O ESTRANHO CASO DE ANGÉLICA (THE STRANGE CASE OF ANGELICA) directed by Manoel DE OLIVEIRA
CARLOS directed by Olivier ASSAYAS
TAMARA DREWE directed by Stephen FREARS
WALL STREET: MONEY NEVER SLEEPS directed by Oliver STONE
NOSTALGIA DE LA LUZ (NOSTALGIA FOR THE LIGHT) directed by Patricio GUZMAN

Today at church they ordained a new priest who looks like Michael Cera.

Saturday, May 15, 2010

The other day I finished Harold Brodkey's Stories in an Almost Classical Mode.

Brodkey is a hard nut to crack: his stories obviously got worse as he went on, shifting subtly from a fictive mode something like Faulkner and Woody Allen in one unholy cigarettes-and-booze-fueled combination into florid dialectically-rendered monologues. One of the early stories was a real delight - involving a self-consciously Jewish fella entertaining an uptight German friend and her new husband the Count until an old friend of his, freaking out on acid, drops in and causes havoc. But with the later ones I found myself just skimming. Some weird stuff in this book involving childhood sexuality especially, very acutely observed and he doesn't seem to have been aiming for shock. I've looked a little into his Runaway Soul but didn't get far - I found his This Wild Darkness one of the most horrifying things I've read in a long time, it was written as he was dying of AIDS and it's unsparing in its explication of all the details of such a death.

Now working on Rosalind Belben novels. Pretty great so far!

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Hey, it's been a while since I updated this. Here goes, with some of my recent reading:

- Alfred Corn, A Call in the Midst of the Crowd. Fantastic lyric poetry about NYC interspersed with prose selections. I'll read more of his work.

- Gert Hofmann, Luck. A moving and comical novel about divorce, sketched oddly from the perspective of a kid caught between his father, his mother and her "new man." Hofmann maintains a continual tone of surprise and bemusement which I like.

- Marguerite Duras, No More and Four Novels. The first is near-incoherent: her deathbed ramblings transcribed by Yann Andrea Steiner. Of the latter, I'd read Moderato Cantabile - by far the best - over last summer one evening with a glass of wine, feeling very much like its protagonist. Of the other three novels, The Square - told almost entirely in ruminatory dialogue - is the best.

- Joyce Carol Oates, A Fair Maiden, Beasts, I'll Take You There. She's really treading the same territory - young girls, mysterious/predatory men, the awakening of sinister sexuality - but she does it so well that I know I'll enjoy almost anything she writes these days.

- Isaac Bashevis Singer, Enemies: a Love Story. This was pretty grand too - slightly satirical and madcap, also desperate and tragic. I'll read Singer's stories eventually.

I wish I had more to say, but work is keeping me pretty exhausted these days.

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

figured I'd repost my Martyrs review here:

Being an idiot, I watched this French horror film right before work the other day and lived to regret its gruesome images playing out in my mind over the course of a long shift.

Previously, I'd heard plenty about how horrifying and depressing it was; not much about what actually happens in it. I'm always leery of films that are touted as holding philosophical ambitions - a lot of the time, no good comes of this unless the director is a bona fide genius. Indeed, the philosophical angle of Martyrs is Georges Bataille-lite - his work The Tears of Eros could practically serve as an extended footnote to this film's main ideas, not least in that book's replication of a famous photograph also reproduced (and erroneously attributed) in the film - but the visual panache takes things further.

It's competently made and well-acted, though the actresses spend most of the film weeping (an achievement in itself - hard to induce that) or in a quasi-catatonic state. But the acting and directing aren't the real draw here, it's the visceral horror of the film. This one doesn't go quite as far as something like Wolf Creek in inciting existential panic in the viewer, but it gets pretty close. The ending strikes me a few different ways - it's a cop-out but the most appropriate ending for this scenario - it's anchored in semi-annoying ambiguity, but specifying would have led to a precise theodicy that doesn't really suit the cryptic tone of the film. Visually speaking, the film falls in an unexpectedly giallo vein - attractive girls running around and having to deal with awful things.

It's hard to reveal the plot, since this holds so many sudden twists and turns that a review really shouldn't discuss. Anyone who knows Bataille's arguments in the aforementioned Tears of Eros will have grasped the concept behind the film; indeed this amounts to an enactment of his thought far more successful than the likes of Ma Mere (as superficially enticing a film as that was). The movie seems to me to unfold in three stages or so - an opening sequence of trauma and supernatural horror somewhat reminiscent of Argento's Phenomena in its mingling of weird psychological states with similarly weird supernatural manifestations; the second bit, dealing largely with foreshadowing exposition of what'll eventually unfold, and the last half-hour or so, which is among the most extreme and disturbing passages of cinema I've ever witnessed. Coming from someone who's seen as many disturbing movies as me, that's a compliment.

The film opens with a young girl running down the street after escaping a brutal ordeal of torture, and delves into the question of precisely what happened to her and why (a mid-film shift from one protagonist to another is rewardingly disconcerting). Suffice to say that a scene involving "the final stage" of a particularly unpleasant physical ordeal, and its aftermath, is among the most unnerving (if implausible) things I've witnessed in a long time. The director is remaking Hellraiser, and he's more cut out for that than anyone else I've seen save maybe Alexandre Aja (the direction of this film is visually similar to the works of Aja I've seen, a similarity in which more stern critics than me might find room for objection, but I don't really care - the fluid camera-work and the lack of confusingly-edited sequences keep things moving).

French horror these days seems to lie along a couple of axes - we have the relatively cheap and stupid - if enjoyable - films such as Inside and Them, but then the really great stuff by the likes of Dumont, Denis, Breillat. I'm pretty certain that Pascal Laugier will never land in those ranks, but this film seems an intermediary between the two modes of intellectually-profound work and exploitation cinema.

That said, I need to watch this again to get a handle on it - the first time through, I was so caught up in anticipating the repulsive things guaranteed to happen that I might have overlooked whatever artistry lies there. Internet hype can be such a liability for these kinds of films - I remember how disappointed I was in things like Eden Lake and Strangers.

Anyway, I recommend this to anyone interested in extreme and compelling cinema, which represents at least some portion of my friends. Be warned, though - as someone who's sat through films like Salo and the aforementioned Wolf Creek with few qualms, I feel like this one will haunt me for much longer than those. If you like really extreme horror, watch this. If not, steer clear.

Monday, November 16, 2009

Here are some good books I've read lately:

Theresa Hak Kyung Cha - Dictee
Anthony Flint - Wrestling with Moses
Robert Creeley - For Love
Jean de Berg - The Image
Charles Bukowski - Love Is a Dog From Hell
John Taggart - There Are Birds
Camille de Toledo - The Coming of Age at the End of History
Dominic Fox - Cold World
Frank Bidart - Golden State
John Ashbery - The Double Dream of Spring
H.P. Lovecraft - Supernatural Horror in Literature
Fanny Howe - The Winter Sun
J.M. Coetzee - Summertime

Sunday, June 7, 2009

The captain reached for something to hold on to,
"Help me," he whispered, as he rose slowly to his feet
The boy's face went pale, he recognized the sound
Silently, he pulled down the shade against the shadow
Lost in the doorstep of the empty house
I'm trying to find my way home,
And I'm sorry...
but I miss you. I miss you.
I swear I'll make it up to you,
I MISS YOU!

Friday, April 10, 2009

"In order to accommodate Nickelback’s state of the art production"

The other night was a poetry reading - Kathryn Pringle - at Living Arts downtown. Her poetry was good: I liked the sense of divided consciousness she put across at almost every turn. There was an odd projection on either wall of the room, a fellow splitting rocks, looped.

After that we went to Kilkenny's and later to Danielle's. The career fair, earlier in the day, was a bust, but I still have some prospects. Need to settle on a final version of my résumé, something once and for all!

The new Bill Callahan album I enjoyed, though in a way it was in one ear and out the other.

Getting back into reading, too! Some Bazin, Kodwo Eshun's More Brilliant Than the Sun and soon I'll have finally finished Mark Taylor's Journeys to Selfhood. There's also a critical work on Delany I've been enjoying in tandem with re-reading The Mad Man.

tonight: Girls' Nite III!

Saturday, March 21, 2009

"the nets were overflowing in the Gulf of Mexico"

- watching Grosse Point Blank right now because there was not much else on. I have a couple unseen Hong Sang-Soo flicks to watch also, though. I didn't know John Cusack had two sisters.

- it is WEIRD having my friends leave town even for spring break. This summer is gonna be quite something - at least I'll be able to read outside and so on, something I couldn't do all winter.

- this Delany paper, cripes, where do I begin to write a 20-page paper? Wait, I did this last semester on Milton, a topic even more arid...But I wasn't depressed and anxious then! I exaggerate my current condition.

- the new Kevin Drumm isn't quite what I'd hoped, but then not much could live up to Purge, Imperial Distortion or Sheer Hellish Miasma for that matter.

Friday, March 20, 2009

"Poor thing." "Who?" "The mother."

I'm getting pretty curious about Heaven's Gate (the movie, not the cult).

Tonight, though, I have Blue to watch (Kieslowski, not Jarman). And Woman in the Dunes! Also I got my research proposal back, approved, so I can finally get started on this one. I think this will happen Sunday if not tomorrow.

I didn't get nearly as tan as I'd hoped during the break, but my spring/summer metabolism is definitely kicking in!

Thursday, March 12, 2009

I've been listening to some stuff today that blends oddly with the ambient noise in the apartment (the palpable feel of snow on the window as in "The Dead," air conditioning softly blasting from corners, electric fans to keep Kyle's computers from overheating).

earlier, Keith Berry - The Ear That Was Sold to a Fish


this afternoon, Evan Parker's Electro-Acoustic Ensemble's Memory/Vision. one of the overlooked - by me anyway - classics of '04!


Now Kevin Parks and Joe Foster's Ipsi Sibi Somnia Fingunt. This one's so much better than I'd thought on a first listen!


When this is over, should I go read in the tub? (began Joan Didion's Book of Common Prayer today) Should I finish watching Memories of Murder? The choices of a calming evening, done with school for now!

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

A note or two on my recent reading:
  • an anthology, Being Catholic Now, which I enjoyed a lot
  • George Steiner's memoir, Errata - also good, incredibly eloquent if a little cerebral
  • for class last month, Will Alexander's Exobiology as Goddess. Dude came to class and those were quite some hours!
  • last night, I finished Thorsten Botz-Bornstein's Films and Dreams. I picked it up to read about Sokurov, but he only gets a few pages. More interesting chapters on Eyes Wide Shut, and Wong Kar-Wai and kawaii (which doesn't mean what I thought exactly), ending with a sort of Benjaminian interpretation of Tarkovsky's poetics.
  • also reading Richard Ford's Lay of the Land (since Thanksgiving) and Kierkegaard's Concluding Unscientific Postscript (since around the new year), and I've been dipping into Pascal's Pensees.
  • Today I began Robert Hullot-Kentor's collected essays on Adorno, Things Beyond Resemblance - had to go through the weird spaces of the new library to check it out. This one's great so far: Hullot-Kentor translated Aesthetic Theory and obviously has a fine sense of humor. Also timely after I read most of Dialectic of Enlightenment last month.
  • This morning I woke up about five and felt pretty gross for that, so I went to recline in the bathtub a while - there (where I do most of my reading anyway) I got through most of Iris Murdoch's Time of the Angels and Sartre's Existentialism is a Humanism. Intense flashbacks to junior year on seeing "existence precedes essence." Murdoch novels don't carry quite the same thrill as they did in high school, but this one's good as they go.
  • got my Nabokov/Robinson paper back yesterday - one basically reading Robinsonian humanism in the light of Nabokovian poshlust. The professor says I should think about turning it into a journal article! I'm excited.
  • also need to think about my African American Literature paper - I'm writing on Delany and Butler but, I'm afraid, not quite certain where I want to take it. Times Square Red, Times Square Blue and The Mad Man are elemental, but specifically African American-related?
  • Soon I'm thinking of looking into Jules Renard's Journal, Stendhal's Henri Brulard, and I want a good meaty enjoyable book for Spring Break. Maybe Arthur Schlesinger's Journals? or Unbearable Lightness of Being? And I have to read some Gide soon too, I think.
  • tomorrow in class we're to discuss - with me presenting - Joan Didion's Democracy, one I've read before, not a favorite, but pretty good.
  • Verso is reissuing Benjamin's Origin of German Tragic Drama - this time in an edition whose pages won't fall out the second you open the book and turn them! So finally I'll be able to buy this one in about two months.
now I'm looking at Carla Gugino on Ellen. she's pretty!

Sunday, February 22, 2009

So Touch and Go Records are apparently shutting down distribution and quitting signing new acts. Depressing! when the economy gets to this point, that a label which has always been there just can't go on.

Girls' Night was pretty fantastic though! Last night - after being kinda sick all day - I watched Barton Fink and Thin Red Line, and started out Blast of Silence but only got a bit into it. Now I'm listening to Lionel Marchetti's 62 Stars and this is grand. Today we're seeing Coraline, and then the Academy Awards!

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

he had a Colt .45 and a deck of cards

These captchas are getting pretty audacious - I mean, really now:



Today I've got class at 2.00. I think we're discussing Beloved for what, the fourth time in my academic career. I've been in school much too long.

Tonight, then, Top Chef! Also to watch La Ronde or Some Came Running. Also Noriko's Dinner Table and Crazy Love which have both lingered near the top of my Netflix queue for a while...Honestly I'd been meaning to check out Ikiru forever - maybe I'll rent that tonight!

I just found out that they're increasing postage rates from 42¢ to 44¢ (I like using the "¢" symbol). This makes me pretty happy - always troubling to get back 58¢ in change (since 5 + 8...).

Saturday, February 7, 2009

I just finished listening to the latest Mitsuhiro Yoshimura release, which finds him with Toshiya Tsunoda and Taku Sugimoto. It's wonderful, of course, but anyone could have guessed I'd say that.

The confidence of this recording! There's something so tentative about Sachiko M's sine waves, but here it's one plateau mounting another: a crucial, thrilling passage a little after halfway in where the pure tones of (I assume) the three different musicians intertwine at intervals and then drop out, leaving the wavering buzz of (again assuming) Yoshimura's headphones alone - then a pure sine wave enters the mix again, receding and gaining ground. Accustomed as I am to this kind of music, I was nervous of playing it at full volume.


Over the last two nights I realized I really can't sleep to music. Thursday I made it to sleep while listening to Echospace, but drifted unpleasantly in and out of a doze until I turned it off. Last night Brian Eno's Apollo wouldn't let me sleep at all - such a beautiful album that I kept waiting for the next sound, and those steel guitars.

A beautiful day outside too! I thought of going out and reading, but nah. I have A Wedding and The Third Mother to watch later - the latter I've been anticipating literally for years.

Sunday, February 1, 2009

This has been a pretty fine weekend! The other night Raquel and I watched Heathers, Trainspotting and Femme Fatale. Seeing Trainspotting again makes me think Danny Boyle could well have been somebody.

Saturday - most of the day I spent reading, did some homework, a WebCT posting, then we went out to dinner at the Texas Roadhouse - this, around six. After that to the mall, then we dashed out to Vintage Stock (to buy Saw IV) then to Gardner's Books which was closed. Rachel and I watched Saw IV, then we finished off the night with Smooth Talk. I really can't breathe for the last half-hour of that movie.

Today, then, half-watched a ton of Battlestar Galactica with Raquel, Matt and Kyle. (We started off with Assassination of Jesse James which was a disappointment somewhat in the vein I'd expected - sub-Malickian lyricism consisting of clouds drifting, fields wavering, overstated mythic mumbling. Turned it off about half an hour in - maybe I'll catch it on TV soon.)

In the afternoon we went to the library for more BSG and I checked out Contempt and started watching it - oh, it's quite good so far, but feels actively hostile toward itself. A certain sense of conscious smothering from the Delerue soundtrack weeping over every scene, and yet moments like the intertwining interior monologues from Paul and Camille - yes, gorgeous. I really want to watch that Four Short Films DVD again.

In the evening Raquel and Amy and Matt and I went out for dinner. First couple places we showed up at were closed so we finally went for pizza, something tasty. Now I just got out of a calming bath and I've been reading Girls Like Us - a biography of the musical lives of Carole King, Joni Mitchell and Carly Simon. This is pretty good. I also have Book of Disquiet to start soon but I'm kinda dragging my heels, certain it's gonna be depressing. For tomorrow's class, Harriet Jacobs and Frederick Douglass. I ate a ton of ice cream earlier, but I'm still hungry, this is weird!

Monday, January 26, 2009

- I don't think they ended up seeing it after all.
- last night I made a paper lantern! Maybe I can use it to light the house once we lose power, which will doubtless happen tomorrow.

- I'm gonna watch Woman on the Beach again soon! exciting. And today I watched about half of The Godfather (first time ever) then turned it off - boring.

Wednesday, December 17, 2008

I got a little depressed about a month ago when my sister's boyfriend convinced my dad that we all oughta go see Zack and Miri Make a Porno. terrible.

top ten albums of 2008:

1. Kevin Drumm - Imperial Distortion
2. Prurient - Arrowhead
3. Paul Westerberg - 5:05 / 3oclockreep / Bored of Edukation
4. Evangelista - Hello, Voyager
5. Have Heart - Songs to Scream at the Sun
6. Li Jianhong - San Sheng Shi
7. the Advisory Circle - Other Channels
8. Portishead - Third
9. Dusk + Blackdown - Margins Music
10. Graham Lambkin/Jason Lescalleet - The Breadwinner

Sunday, November 16, 2008

ugh, this new Will Smith movie. At this point the slightest glimpse of that man's face in a trailer is enough to drive me away, and I haven't any idea what this one is actually about.

Valkyrie also looks terrible, and the trailer steals that bombastic bit of score music from the Saw movies.

Sunday, November 9, 2008

Yesterday afternoon, around 2.30 or so, Kyle and I went to see Changeling. For the first half or so I kept contemplating Clint Eastwood's incapacity to illuminate scenes properly. This does serve some scenes well, the dessicated horror of coming home to find one's son is missing - something difficult, I guess, to evoke - reminiscent of that scene in The Lime Twig: "Something was coming toward the window and it made her lonely....The missing of Michael came over her, the loneliness, the small grief, and she was drifting quickly down the day and time itself was wandering."

But other poorly-lit scenes put me in mind of Seven, something I've always thought of a piece of hackwork (which may yet deserve revaluation since I haven't seen it in years), a movie the doings of whose characters unfold in a city apparently lacking in proper interior lighting. Is it so much to ask?

Usually Angelina Jolie strikes me as smug, but here I couldn't stop looking at her fine features, her skinny body, would that everyone were so well-formed! I dislike seeing executions on-screen.

We left in the evening, at sunset, and it was chilly - a time of night carried forward from the somber bleak entertainment we'd just witnessed.

Later I got to hold a guinea pig! Now I'm sitting here drinking coffee and listening to Neurosis.