Millions, again

June 7th, 2006

For lack of a post, I’ll just direct you to The Millions (A Blog About Books).

Yes, it’s another Corey Vilhauer Book of the Month Club article.

See? It’s not all about me.

Oh wait. Yes, it is.


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Issues Considered: Books, Literature

We hate goodbyes

June 6th, 2006

It’s funny how certain people become engrained into our lives, always there and always available and, really, one of the few people you can depend on to consistently listen to your side, root for your efforts, and simply be a great friend.

And what happens to these people? You take them for granted. You expect them to be there every time you turn around, to be constantly calling and hanging out. Then, when they’re gone, you finally realize what they did to enrich your life – what kind of friend they were and what they meant to you.

Kerrie and I came to a similar realization this past week. Our friend Sara, loyal BMOWP reader and source of music I’d never have bothered to pick up on my own, moved to Montana – a decision fueled by her family and a shot at something new; to get away from the staleness that can come when living in the same city for years when your heart really belongs elsewhere.

I can’t say I have any experience in this. I’ve never been able to pick up and leave, to drop everything and search elsewhere for a better life. I wouldn’t have the intestinal fortitude to pull off such a feat. Disconnecting from such a stable base seems as foreign to me as throwing away a bag of chips because some of them are broken.

Of course, I’m not the one who is leaving, so it’s easy for me to say. I understand that we don’t get dropped in the most opportune location throughout our lives. We are where we are, and if it needs to change, then the proper steps need to be made. We can’t stick around without suffering the consequences, without saying “what if” whenever we think about what could have been.

So it was with a certain sadness that we sent her off last Friday, packing up the house, leaving a job, and heading west with nothing but her possessions and her dog, Calvin. I thought it would take guts to just leave. Not knowing the future makes it seem more of an adventure, a gustier move that will serve to strengthen decisions and build character. She’s got a close family to move to. She’s got a secure rock to build on. And she was sent off with the faith that we all have in her to succeed in whatever she settles on.

And with that, we at BWOMP wish Sara good luck. In everything. Though she took her friendship (as well as Becket’s best friend) to another part of the country, we know that friendship will still be between us – even if it’s not in daily contact, it will be sitting dormant until she visits again, or until the phone rings. At which point, we all know things will be back the way they always were.

A good friendship takes more than just distance to break. Here’s to hoping you find a good wheat beer in Montana, you learn to live with a smaller yard, and that Calvin discovers a friend that’s just half as cool as Becket is. Good luck in everything, Sara. We already miss you.


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Issues Considered: Friends

Can loyalty be bought? Yes.

June 3rd, 2006

Well, McSweeney’s promised me a free gift — a “best of” collection that, as my e-mail read, should serve as an apology and hopefully wouldn’t sit on my shelf in a bitter funk.

Today, that “best of” collection came. And faith has been restored.

Not only did they send the Dec/Jan copy of The Believer (the $10 DVD edition), but they also send a copy of their quarterly short story publication McSweeney’s Quarterly Concern #13 — the comic issue, which was talked up by none other than Nick Hornby, a personal fave — a copy of an art book: Dear New Girl Or Whatever Your Name Is, and another McSweeney’s publication: The Facts of Winter by Paul Poissel.

In other words, they sent me the most expensive issue of their magazine, the coolest looking edition of their quarterly journal (which hits nearly 300 pages, by the way), and two McSweeney’s press books.

Sure, they may have been trying to buy my forgiveness. But, I’m surprised to say, it worked rather well. In fact, I’m considering not only subscribing to The Believer, but also to the McSweeney’s Quarterly Concern.

Check them out here: The Believer, McSweeney’s Quarterly Concern. It’s amazing how artistic and literary one independent publisher can be. It’s doubly amazing what lengths a company will go to keep their name clean, their image positive, and their prospective customers happy.

As a copywriter, I understand the value of positive promotion, of getting the general public to understand the positives of your company rather than the negatives. I was so caught up in the negatives — the shady subscription hijinx — that I forgot that the positives (literature and magazines too brilliant, though a little pretentious, to be found elsewhere) were too great to ignore.

We won one part of this war. We send our message — or my mother did, at least. We got the lawyer, and hopefully she got her check. McSweeney’s fired back with a well put shot — a promise of free stuff — and I was swayed to their side a little. I don’t know why they never responded to my e-mails, but I understand that mistakes are made. The final blow was receiving the free stuff, totaling $70.

McSweeney’s, you’re forgiven from my side. I’m weak, I’ll admit. I find it hard to sway my brand loyalty, especially when my loyalty is so easily bought. I respect the fact that I was given something for our troubles, and I respect the humility with which it was done. As I said, the few months leading up to this continue to be a mystery, but they’ve done what they could, and I’ll admit, it’s more than I thought I’d see.

Thank you, McSweeney’s.

However, if I do subscribe, you’ll be assured I’ll do it on-line this time.

The check won’t be in the mail.


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Steinbeck on Random — 6.2.06

June 2nd, 2006

Last week’s theme was Death Cab For Cutie. This week’s theme: The Flaming Lips (mentioned on three songs).

Just so you know.

1. “Thank You Jack White (For the Fiber-Optic Jesus That You Gave Me)” – The Flaming Lips
Fight Test EP

No one will ever accuse The Flaming Lips of being a normal, boring band. Case in point: this song, from the single/EP for “Fight Test.” It’s a tender story of a blossoming friendship between Wayne Coyne, singer for The Flaming Lips, and Jack White of the White Stripes. While on tour with Beck, as the story goes, Wayne received a fiber-optic Jesus statue from Jack, of which Wayne was eternally grateful. Thus, the song was born:

Backstage in Detroit/And the room is full of smoke and apprehension/We’d been playing shows/As the warm-up and the band for Beck Hanson/In walks Jack, says – “How’d ya do?” (Oh yeah)/Then he handed me this wonderful statue.

It’s truly one of my favorite Lips songs. A few years later, The Flaming Lips covered The White Stripes’ “Seven Nation Army”, complete with new words. Does anyone know if they’ve toured together? I’d go see Beck, The Flaming Lips, and The White Stripes any day.

2. “Life In a Glass House” – Radiohead
Amnesiac

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The last song from an album that really just served as a “B-Side compilation” for Kid A, “Life In a Glass House” broods on as a swanky, horn filled dirge. The fact that it’s backed by a brass horn section makes it infinitely more appealing, and makes the entire record seem more worthwhile, like Radiohead actually bothered to make Amnesiac sound like a full record and not just a collection of outtakes. I like it, but I like most of Radiohead’s stuff, so there you go.

3. “Unchained (live)” – Willie Nelson & Johnny Cash
Storytellers (Live)

I remember buying this album, my first foray into serious country, and loving all of it – not just for the songs, but for the truthfulness that both Nelson and Cash exhibit in between (and, ultimately, during) each song. And though the two artists rarely sing together on any songs, and they only trade songs a few times, it’s still a great collaboration.

4. “Section 11 (We Sound Amazed)” – The Polyphonic Spree
Together We’re Heavy

The first song off of Together We’re Heavy. It does a great job of setting up the rest of the album – preparing the listener to be hit with the “religious-cult/ultra-clean-convent/Flaming-Lips-sounding” sounds that The Polyphonic Spree specializes in. They’re different, for sure, with a band that seems to grow larger and larger by the minute, all wearing robes and being happy and acting as if they’re all on drugs.

They’ve got a big sound, because they’re a big group. They specialize in choruses with lots of voices, and lots of sound, and lots of instruments. Hooray for big groups of people with hippie mentalities and a stash of instruments!

5. “Forever Longing The Golden Sunsets” – The Appleseed Cast
Mare Vitalis

I always liked this song from the super-emo Appleseed Cast – the first guitar lick is incredibly energizing, unlike the sleepy nature of most of their music. However, there are few songs from this album that I know very well, because I never really caught on with The Appleseed Cast bandwagon very well.

Now, apparently, they’re kind of a big deal – an underground darling of indie rockers who want to like something even more out of the mainstream than Sirius’ Left of Center (Channel 26). They’ve gotten better, too, but I always think of the few Appleseed Cast songs that I liked and leave it at that. I gave them a chance in college, and I can always say I knew about them back in the 90s.

6. “I Wanna Riot” – Rancid
Roots Radicals

This, officially, is the only Rancid CD I still own – the special single that came with And Out Came The Wolves. It was sold separately at times as well, but I bought it at Best Buy, packaged with what was their new album at the time.

Of course, this and the A-Side, “Roots Radicals” are my two favorite Rancid songs, and I couldn’t bring myself to sell this single during my days of “sell everything I haven’t listened to in three months” phase. Either that, or they wouldn’t take it at Last Stop CD Shop. I dunno.

7. “Mother” – Tori Amos
Little Earthquakes

I really only know From the Choirgirl Hotel, as far as Tori Amos goes, so this one is foreign to me. It’s long – nearly seven minutes – and it sounds like Tori Amos, with the pianos and haunting voice and all that. Unfortunately, I can’t do the song much justice – it’s actually quite beautiful, though for the life of me I can’t distinguish what the lyrics mean. Maybe someone can help me out – they seem sad, but everything Tori does sounds sad in certain lights.

8. “Neverevereverdid” – Architecture in Helsinki
In Case We Die

Architecture in Helsinki is my new “weird band I really like” of 2006, though this album came out last year. It used to be The Polyphonic Spree, and before that bands like P.E.E. and older The Flaming Lips occupied the spot.

This song is just horns and moaning in the beginning, but it’s pretty sweet. Then, it talks about a stalker. So yeah, Architecture in Helsinki, ladies and gentlemen.

9. “Pictures of Me” – Elliott Smith
Either/Or

I love this Elliott Smith song. Well, I love all Elliott Smith songs. One thing I always like about Smith is his ability to swear in such a peaceful way – like “fuck” is just a normal word, like “car” or “pictures.” I guess for him, it could have been.

10. “Hey Mama” – Kanye West
Late Registration

Here’s one of the hard things to like about Kanye West – I can’t tell whether or not he is brilliant or cheesy. I mean, “Hey Mama” is a great song, full of emotion and praise for his mother and for all she’s done in life, but at the same time, some of the worst rap lines I’ve ever heard are contained in a five minute span. I’m sorry, but a guy that puffs himself up as much as Kanye West does shouldn’t be mentioning Chicken Soup for the Soul – not in a sarcastic or ironic way, but with real emotion, like he learned a lot from the stories and from his mother’s own chicken soup.

Oh well, the jury’s out on this one. I like it today – very good. Tomorrow? Cheesy as hell.


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What I’ve Been Reading — May 2006

June 1st, 2006

Comma SenseAtonementIt's Not How Good You Are, It's How Good You Want To Be

Books borrowed/bought:
Comma Sense – Richard Lederer and John Shore
It’s Not How Good You Are, It’s How Good You Want To Be – Paul Arden

Books Read:
Atonement – Ian McEwan
Comma Sense – Richard Lederer and John Shore
It’s Not How Good You Are, It’s How Good You Want To Be – Paul Arden
Who Do You Love – Jean Thompson

From Augustana College Book Sale finds to recommendations by famous National Public Radio contributors, the books I buy and subsequently read tend to be all over the radar. Some of the authors are well known. Others are barely recognizable. But I never seem to find a real stinker of a book. Some are disappointing, yes. But never bad. Maybe I’m just really lucky, or I’m smart enough to take suggestions from those who already like the same books I do. Or maybe I’m like a literary garbage disposal, grabbing everything I read and devouring it with the same gusto I would a handful of vegetable scraps.

Regardless, I like to read. And when going through the stacks that now slowly creep towards the ceiling, I found two that dealt with life, choices and consequences. The fact that one was written by a well-known literary hero, Ian McEwan, was great. The fact that the other was written by an unknown, yet critically wonderful author – Jean Thompson – was better.

Believe it or not, I’d never read Ian McEwan before this month – a surprise, since he’s become one of the literary world’s darlings over the past few years – so I didn’t know what to expect. What I was faced with pleased me enough: a well worded, brilliantly researched account of high-class English life in the 1930s, followed by a gruesome account of retreat during World War II.

Atonement is set out as a narrative: Briony, a ten-year-old girl who is committed to a life of writing, her sister Cecilia, and the son of their family’s hired help, Robbie, prepare for company. Over one day, Cecilia and Robbie rekindle a flame while Briony, without knowing, extinguishes it – possibly forever. From this day, we jump ahead to World War II and the British retreat from Dunkirk. Then, it’s a jump forward to 1999 – nearly 70 years after the first fateful day.

McEwan’s novel isn’t just a “symphonic novel of love and war, childhood and class, guilt and forgiveness,” as the back cover so brightly puts it. It’s a book that accurately recreates the mind of a child – Briony, in this case – and puts weight behind her thoughts and actions. The ideals of children are real, and Atonement illustrates this notion by showing us the consequences of an immature jealousy and unfounded protection. Through this, lives are forever changed because of Briony’s unwavering account of a violent crime – the rape of her cousin by a stranger.

It’s wonderfully constructed, and McEwan writes at a level that’s detailed, yet not too much so. Some of the narratives seem superfluous, but upon finishing Atonement I realized how important each account was. Four different voices populate its pages, and each helps give a full panoramic picture of the story as it unfolds. The clever way it’s spelled out is central to the book, and it forced me to look at each character differently as the same scene was described again and again.

Atonement shows how deeply an overactive imagination can quickly wreak havoc on those who are closest – how a misinterpreted event can lead to one person being thrown to the wolves, while another laments over a lost love. Themes run rampant throughout the book – too many to count, and much too much to write about in one column (if I could even pick them all out) – but even those who enjoy a good story, regardless of underlying themes and vague references, will enjoy McEwan’s novel.

Okay – a quick aside: while it was enthralling and well written, Atonement wore me out – I needed a break after reading its gory, detailed war scenes. So I quickly broke up the month by breezing through a couple of industry-related books – Comma Sense, by Richard Lederer and John Shore, and It’s Not How Good You Are, It’s How Good You Want To Be by Paul Arden.

Comma Sense served as my annual “betterment in all things punctuation” book; last year, I read Lynn Truss’ bestseller Eats, Shoots and Leaves. And while Truss may have hit the bestsellers list with a shock, she didn’t do much in the way of teaching punctuation. Her book, instead, was a rant on the declining state of punctuation in the modern world – a call to arms for fellow grammarians to join together and fight the over abbreviated and under punctuated world of instant messaging systems and greengrocers’ signs. It was funny, but I didn’t learn anything aside from the term “Oxford Comma” (the comma following “and” in a list of items).

Comma Sense, however, teaches punctuation – and teaches it well enough that I’m tempted to order my own copy to keep at my desk and refer to from time to time. It’s not as funny, or biting, as Eats, Shoots and Leaves – in fact, it’s rather corny and filled with outdated pop culture references – but it does a great job of dumbing down the laws of punctuation to a level that anyone can understand.

Where Lederer and Shore helped me learn one sense of copywriting – proofing and grammar – It’s Not How Good You Are, one of the classics in what I call “employment self-help” books, helped me grasp the concept of being creative in a world full of copycats.

Arden takes a step back, though, and instead of telling an aspiring world what to do in the world of advertising, he tells us what to do to keep positive, driven, and fresh – regardless of your career path. His book has been acclaimed by hundreds of other fields, not just the ad world, but marketing, banking, teaching – everything. In his book, Arden sums a career’s worth of creative work into one small package, using his own personal approaches and history to provide the reader with a concise guidebook to staying relevant. It’s Not How Good You Are helped me gain confidence. It helped me realize I couldn’t be perfect all the time, and that I’ve got a long way to go in picking up a field I’ve just recently tripped into.

But enough about that self-help crap. I read real literature this month, and I can’t waste space by making your life better. Back to the real stuff.

I finished the month off by delving into yet another collection of short stories, though this time it was recommended to me by David Sedaris, noted humorist and NPR contributor. Well, that’s a stretch – it was recommended to all of us who attended his reading this past April. It’s his custom to “pimp” the books of fellow authors – writers who deserve more praise than they get.

Jean Thompson fits into this category. Those who hear her name, aside from uber-booksnobs and her immediate family, probably draw a blank. I know I did, and I’d read a story of hers before. She’s a relative unknown, especially compared to Sedaris or McEwan and their ilk – the critically acclaimed monsters of respectable literature. But she’s a hidden treasure. And she’s a great writer of short slice-of-life fiction that oozes with real experiences – the mundane becomes interesting; the boring becomes exciting and suspenseful.

Who Do You Love takes a hard look at the ordinary – admittedly, a trait I’ve always loved in an author. Where McEwan delved into the complicated lives of formerly privileged children, Thompson does the opposite, staring down the oppressive restraints of the ordinary, of the lives that have been shaped by poor choices, poverty, and boredom. No one gets a fully positive disposition.

Much like the stories of Tennessee Jones paint a picture of dirty, uncouth teenagers struggling to live through poverty in the Midwest, Thompson creates characters that have no luck with love, life, or the pursuit of anything close to happiness. However unlike Jones, Who Do You Love doesn’t take the despondent and drag them through the dirt. No, these are people who are living simply average lives – like many of us do, with our own disappointments and our own hopes. There’s humor in even the saddest situations, and there’s a streak of despair in the most positive ones.

The common theme is love, but it’s not an easy love – there’s no mention of school age crushes or forty-year marriages. It’s the love of a lonely mother after her daughter has moved away. It’s the love of a man struggling to let go of his first house. It’s the love that a divorced police officer struggles to find, or an overdressed woman tries to get rid of.

As a writer, Thompson is a gem – a woman who can conjure up the feelings needed to make any short story lifelike. In each story, she’s able to create tension, to recreate the notion that every person in this world, whether close friend or complete stranger, has a connection through a common situation. I found myself transfixed with every new story. It’s as if Thompson went out and found people with unbelievable stories and then wrote them in their own voices.

So whether I was reading award-wining prose or under-the-radar short stories, I found myself entering into a handful of interesting lives fraught with choice and consequences. And even if I only experienced those lives for a few moments, I feel as if I’m better off for being a part of them all. A lot can be said about learning life lessons through a series of fictional creations.

Thankfully, there are writers out there that can teach us what those lessons are.


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Issues Considered: Books, Literature, What I've Been Reading