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September 30th, 2009 • Posted in Authors and Books

Wood’s Dying Satyr

"The fiction of Richard Powers sometimes resembles a dying satyr—above the waist is a mind full of serious thought, philosophical reflection, deep exploration of music and science; below, a pair of spindly legs strain to support the great weight of the ambitious brain. Powers thinks, and thinks well, and his almost nostalgic devotion to the European modernist tradition of “The Magic Mountain” and “The Man Without Qualities” makes him rare in American fiction. In his best books, “The Gold Bug Variations” (1991) and “Galatea 2.2” (1995), he displays an impressive command of the languages of music, genetics, computer science, and neurology, but more exciting is his willingness to engage in abstract thought, to argue and persevere, to carry arguments through the rooms of logic. (“The Gold Bug Variations,” in particular, contains several profound essays on Bach.) Contemporary American novelists, compared with Powers, can seem like intellectual visitors, fiddling in the foyers of the mind.*

…on the one hand, high-level ratiocination, and, on the other, the “low-level” system of rutting and coupling. His mating plots tend toward the banal, and are written in a prose that is at once showy and anxiously explanatory (“decided to pull an Aschenbach”). So his novels lead double lives, in which the sophistication of his ideas is constantly overwhelming the rather primitive stylistic and narrative machinery; the reader has to learn to switch voltages, like a busy international traveller. What falls in the gap is any subtlety of insight into actual human beings."

This is vintage Wood. Immensely entertaining clarifying metaphors, coupled with insight and a consistent vision of what constitutes merit.

Some may look to novels for discussion of abstract (hysterical?)  ideas and philosophies, I don’t. I want firstly to be caught up in the lives and losses, loves, achievements of others. There is a very distinct feeling of excitement and anticipation – an urge to know more – one gets when transfixed by and in a novel. It’s this experience – a rare one – which overwhelmingly determines greatness. I can think of only one novel in which the discussion of abstract ideas is as captivating as the story of the lives of those who discuss them, and that – as Wood mentions – is The Magic Mountain. There really is something magical about, for example, the way ‘time’ as a subject is explored a top that snow covered peak.

As I recall, Mann’s Satyr ( Mountain goat?) was sturdy enough to carry its heavy load…sure footed enough to enable me not to worry about falling; shifting metaphors here: a net of sufficient strength and woven fineness to allow me, without being torn out of life with its characters – characters who embody and express ideas naturally, and who I don’t have to force myself to believe in – to allow me to fully concentrate on and appreciate the intellectual points being made. There was Balance. A balance that again is extremely rare. Tolstoy may go off raving about his theory of history in War and Peace, but it’s not – by a long shot – enough to loosen the hold the characters’ lives have over us. It’s just a potty bit of essay writing plopped in for no good reason. Not many can get away with this sort of thing without irreparably damaging the whole.

Which gets to the point: while ideas can be welcome additions to stories capable of holding attention – of creating the experience mentioned above – in the vast majority of cases they are best presented as essays. Sure, I’ve heard authors (Denise Mina here for example) argue persuasively in favour of using ‘the novel’ as a tool with which to convey concerns to audiences larger than might otherwise be reached, but if the story isn’t there, and the wind blows,  the cradle falls…

Aldous Huxley wrote brilliant essays. His novels were criticized for being essays by other means. Nothing wrong with trying to meld the two. Just takes skill-sets which often don’t reside simultaneously in the same writer.

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* While I love the Satyr metaphor…not sure how clarifying "fiddling in the foyer of the mind" is….fiddling while Rome burns perhaps? Fiddling with themselves…fiddling irritatingly with their fingers…C.S. Lewis I recall talks about not being able to fully appreciate the grandeur and significance of earthly faith until one has stepped from the foyer into one of the rooms of religion.

September 30th, 2009 • Posted in On Book Collecting

How to sell an expensive book

A friend of mine  recently told me of the success he’d had selling a book through an auction house, Bloomsbury I think it was. They took something like 20%, the rest was his. Here’s a list of auction houses that might come in handy if you want to move that Gutenberg you have sitting in the basement:

 
For a more comprehensive list, check out this page on American Book Prices Current‘s site.

 
September 30th, 2009 • Posted in Literary Criticism

Another Millions Millennium List for the Independents please…

More ink, or whatever – computer screen characters? -, on The Millions’ Millennium list over at Contra James Wood, where the anti-capitalist harangue continues, (legitimately in this instance), blaming the tight scope of titles selected upon limits imposed by corporate American publishing. The Canadian Giller Prize has long been subjected to the same criticism. Basically, a marketing tool for the big houses. Perhaps it might be worthwhile to engage in another list exercise, this time excluding the big publishers, reading and embracing only the independents? In fact, this might be easily achieved  on paper with the existing statistics.