It strikes me that there isn’t room in this part of the world for writers like J.D. Salinger. Rude, demanding and aggressively protective of his work, I’m not sure any of us would have the balls/ovaries to pull that kind of commitment off anymore. Continue reading “Catching Salinger”
Over the last few days I’ve been constructing a video for my Patreon page. I’m quite proud of it so far but it needs more time.
So today, instead of a that, I’ve got an excerpt from Iain M. Bank’s short story collection, The State Of The Art. Anyone who knows me, knows that I love this man’s books. This particular story takes place within the vast confines of his Culture universe.
Go out and buy a copy. In the mean time, here’s me reading a little bit just for you.
I’m not a fan of autobiography. As a genre I suspect it has fallen the way of reality television. We, as a culture, read these books not for insight into this person’s or that person’s craft. We do it so that we can spy on their possessions, be titillated by their encounters with other famous people.
Reality Hunger was released in February of 2010. I think it’s important to date these kinds of things because in this post-modern culture it’s very easy to forget that there was a time before certain objects, certain phenomena.
I have a fascination with machines. My last writing project Autoeclectic was mostly about me seeing whether I could truly carve out a career writing about some of these working, almost living things.
In a sentence this long you don’t necessarily remember the details of what you’ve been told but you certainly feel them.
‘Until I was 16 or 17, I had heard practically nothing about the history that preceded 1945. Only when we were 17 were we confronted with a documentary film of the opening of the Belsen camp.’
I’ve read quite a bit about the life and work of W.G. Sebald in the last couple of days, but it seems to me that the above quote taken from a Guardian interview conducted in September of 2001 is right at the centre of his work.