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Jazzing Up My Novel?

Why didn’t I think to add a catwalk musical number to the Hindenburg scenes in Fire Answers Fire?


On PBS Newshour tonight: The problem with only liking things we find relatable

The social media culture of “likes” is contributing to our conformity, says novelist and creative writing teacher Charmaine Craig. Instead of trying to empathize with the unfamiliar, we “like” and find refuge only in the things that seem most relatable. Craig offers her humble opinion on why we should move beyond what’s “relatable” or “likeable” and begin to open up to the unfamiliar.

Source: The problem with only liking things we find relatable

Premature Anti-Fascism

I mentioned “premature anti-fascism” when I was speaking with someone at work about the current state of affairs in which the president is equating anti-fascist counter-demonstrators in Charlottesville, Virginia with the armed neo-Nazis who came to their town last weekend. I was surprised she hadn’t heard the term before. In Fire Answers Fire, I referred to the term once as if it were a cliché, noting that one character’s turn of phrase was “not as tired as talking about the ‘premature anti-fascism’ of those who opposed Franco in the Spanish Civil War.”

I wish I were better at getting people’s names and remembering them after the fact, but when I was working at the Strand Bookstore in the late 1970s, I had a regular customer who came to the history section at least once a week looking for any used books that might have arrived about the Spanish Civil War. I was thrilled whenever I was able to put away anything that might be up his alley, although the titles I found never failed to be books he already owned. He was an Abraham Lincoln Brigade veteran who described himself as “Old Left,” which I took to mean that he had been a member of the Communist Party in the 1930s, and as a “Premature Anti-Fascist.” Speaking with him may have been the first time that I heard that term. In the 1950s, he told me, those who had gone to fight fascism in Spain in 1937 were labeled with that term by the FBI and the House Un-American Activities Committee and all the other government entities hunting Reds at the time. It now seems that there are no official records of any governmental groups ever having used the term (it’s important to do at least cursory fact checking when the tools are so readily available and there are so many people circulating fictional history to bolster their political views). Despite the lack of official records, the stories are widespread, not only of Lincoln Brigade members being labeled with the term in the 1950s, but of Charlie Chaplin being labeled that way by the FBI in 1941, or a Yale Classics professor from England hearing it applied to him in 1946 because of his service in Spain.

Whether coined by the government or the leftists themselves, it just seems like a phrase that all literate Americans should know right now with a new generation of neo-Nazis and anti-fascists on our streets. (Personal Disclaimer: I don’t think that anti-fascism can ever be premature.)

Something in the Air?

When I was writing Fire Answers Fire, it never occured to me to give its first-person narrator a name, even when my early readers commented on this absence of a label. I was well aware of the famous nameless narrators from Marcel Proust and Ralph Ellison and Samuel Beckett, but I had no idea that I was part of the powerful contemporary trend being examined in this article, “The Rise of the Nameless Narrator” by Sam Sacks on The New Yorker website.

Who knew I was simply part of the Zeitgeist?

“Just sit right back and you’ll hear a tale…”

Gilligan's Wake: A NovelGilligan’s Wake: A Novel by Tom Carson

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

I was just reminded of this novel by a friend who posted that today (9/26/2014) is the 50th anniversary of the first broadcast episode of ‘Gilligan’s Island,’ so I dug into Amazon where I see that my 1/31/2003 review of ‘Gilligan’s Wake’ – probably the first Amazon review I wrote – was featured. Here it is:

(Five Stars) Joycean ride for nondubliners

I just finished this guilty pleasure on the train to work this morning. I read and enjoy a lot of books, but I never feel the need to comment immediately to the Amazonian public about them. This is one that I’d hate to see slip quietly below the radar in the flood of new novels.
It’s not just a pop culture pastiche I’ve seen it described as; it’s a very heartfelt picture of the world for those of us who grew up in the second half of the American century. If you’ve ever read Ulysses wishing that you had more firsthand experience with the streets of 1904 Dublin, or tried to read Finnegans Wake wishing that you had a better working knowledge of Norwegian puns, this is the book for you (assuming of course, you owned a TV, were aware of current events and maybe read some T.S. Eliot and had a few years of French).
Here’s proof once again that St. James of Dublin (Trieste, Paris and Zurich) was not a dead end for literature, but a new beginning.

Now I want to read it again.

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