On expectations

February 9th, 2007

Quality is subjective, especially when referring to a creative product. What is good to me may not be good for you. You may really enjoy Will Self’s new novel, while I find it too difficult to fully get into. I don’t fully understand visual art. You might.

When it comes to creativity, how do we gauge quality? What do we measure things against? Should I be comparing every novel I read to East of Eden? Or should I lower my expectations, placing these novels side by side with an average potboiler?

The subjective nature of quality – of creativity and of brilliance – comes to mind whenever I begin working on a project, especially one that becomes personal. I write, and I review, and, most of the time, I find I don’t care for it. I show it to others, and most find no fault in it. But I’m always sitting on the edge, mulling over an odd turn of phrase, seriously considering scrapping the entire project and starting over with another idea that (of course) I’ll probably end up not caring for. It’s a vicious circle.

Is the problem that the general public has lowered their expectations enough that an average piece of moderately worded work becomes something special? Or is it that I’ve raised my expectations to an unreachable level. Am I comparing myself to my peers? Or am I comparing myself to John Updike, Saul Bellows, or Ian McEwan?

What is more damaging – expectations that are too high or expectations that are too low? And whom do you turn to for advice when your biggest critic – that insatiable, unloving critic that you can never please – is yourself?

I’ve been slowly constructing a short story – one of an unknown length and, as of now, of unknown theme. I stop and start. I know what I want to say, but when I try to type it out, it’s jumbled. I don’t have a style yet. I’m trying to build one from scratch, and as far as I’m concerned, it’s not working.

I have two paths. I could slam something out of average value, just for the experience, and force myself to be happy with it. In other words, I could lower my expectations. Or, I could continue to beat myself around the cranial area, attempting to write the next great work of short story fiction.

On one hand, believing in low expectations develops a culture of mediocrity. Everything is attainable, often with little work involved. Projects are created and finished in little time. Quality doesn’t matter. Productivity goes up, creativity goes down.

On the other hand, pushing for expectations that are too high tends to lead to frustration and stress. If a person expects everything to be perfect, it’s going to take a much longer time to complete menial projects. Deadlines become less flexible, and revisions take longer. Nothing ever seems to work out correctly. Nothing works out perfectly.

This is the fracas I’ve jumped into – the fight between getting it done – expecting the pedestrian, happy enough with simply finishing the project – and doing it perfectly. It’s the difference between having my mother say “that’s nice” and having New Yorker magazine say “we’ll pay you for it.”

How does a writer deal with this kind of thing? Is there a culture we’re missing out on? Is there some unwritten set of rules that, when followed, let’s us ignore the critics and the self-doubt and sends us wallowing through a pool of positive thought and self-determination?

Expectations are healthy, and keeping them high leads to bigger success. This I know. It’s just that it’s so hard to keep looking up when you’re not yet confident enough to ignore your feet.


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Issues Considered: On..., Writers

Rachel Ray Confidential

February 9th, 2007

Anthony Bourdain (chef, author of Kitchen Confidential) is guest blogging at Michael Ruhlman’s (chef, author of The Soul of a Chef) blog. And he’s laying the smackdown on some Food Network personalities. And it’s great.

Anthony Bourdain on Rachel Ray:

Where the saintly Julia Child sought to raise expectations, to enlighten us, make us better–teach us–and in fact, did, Rachael uses her strange and terrible powers to narcotize her public with her hypnotic mantra of Yummo and Evoo and Sammys. “You’re doing just fine. You don’t even have to chop an onion–you can buy it already chopped. Aspire to nothing…Just sit there. Have another Triscuit…Sleep….sleep….”

Okay. That’s enough for now. I’ll actually post something that isn’t just a link regurgitation later in the day. I promise.

(Thanks to Dave at When I Look At the World for the link)


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Issues Considered: Linkage

Guess who’s back!

February 7th, 2007

Becket: The Movie.  Finally.Oh. Wow.

This is the best news I’ve heard all day.

One of my favorite movies – Becket, the film that drove me to delve deeper into the mysteries of historical Britain and a constant choice on my Top 5 of All Time lists – is being re-released onto the big screen in a re-mastered screening.

I’m beyond excited. This film – with Peter O’Toole and Richard Burton playing some of the best roles they’ve ever taken on – is wonderful. And, it was nominated for a staggering 12 Oscars when it came out, which sort of puts a lot of todays “classics” in a much dimmer light.

From NPR (with corresponding audio clip):

Peter O’Toole, Young and Old, Is Back on Screen

Actor Peter O’Toole is up for an Oscar for his movie role in Venus. But he is also known for his best-actor nod in the 1964 film Becket.

That movie has been restored and is back in theaters. To see both Venus and Becket is to get the rare chance to compare O’Toole then and now, to see what he has gained and what has been lost.

This can only mean one thing – a DVD Release, finally!

First, they announce the Twin Peaks, Season 2. Now, Becket? Everything is coming up Vilhauer!

(Edit: I’ve just found the website for Becket: The Movie. There’s a trailer, and it’s awesome.

From the website:

Generally accepted to be a remarkable and exquisite achievement on the part of everyone involved, “Becket” has been unavailable to the public since the 35mm negatives went missing over 20 years ago. Due to massive popular demand by the public and industry alike, “Becket” is now brought to you by MPI, lovingly and beautifully restored with the help of the Film Foundation and the Academy of Motion Picture Arts and Sciences.

So those negatives were missing? Wow – I had always wondered why such a classic movie would be left behind in the DVD era. Now I know.

The reported release date for the DVD: May 15th, 2007. Of course, I’ll believe it when I see it.)


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Issues Considered: Movies, Random

The book meme

February 6th, 2007

I caught this over at Tales from the Reading Room and thought I’d pass it along. I’m not one to go crazy with the Internet Blog Memes, but this one stuck out. Because it’s about books. And I like them. So here we go.

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Hardback or trade paperback or mass market paperback?

I’m always a sucker for the trade paperback format. Sure, mass-market paperbacks (the smaller ones that you find at airports, for the most part) are easier to carry. But they don’t look as nice.

Hardback is for very special occasions. Or when Barnes and Noble has a stack of them for five dollars because they didn’t sell well enough.

Amazon or brick and mortar?

Brick and mortar, in a landslide. Sure, Amazon is wonderful with its discounts and shipping and all of that, but it’s near impossible to browse. Give me the feeling of running my fingers over a book, opening it up to check the font, discovering similar titles in the general vicinity and experiencing the weight of a handful of new titles over the cold, button-clicking, mouse-dragging Amazon (or, in most cases, Powells) website.

Barnes & Noble or Borders?

Borders in a landslide, though probably because I’m not as familiar with the Borders franchise (we don’t have one in Sioux Falls) and so I find them so different and fun.

Bookmark or dog-ear?

Whoops. I’ve been known to dog-ear my fair share of novels, but I’ll admit to only doing that with library books or cheap mass-market novels from S & S Books.

For the most part, I’m all about bookmarks – preferably the great book darts that I received for Christmas a few years ago. They’re ridiculously useful and perfect for protecting against “sudden bookmark fall-out.” Of course, I have a habit of leaving them in the book when I’m finished, so soon I’ll run out. Which will result in a sudden reconnaissance mission through the bookshelves to find all of the unused book darts.

Alphabetize by author or alphabetize by title or random?

Random, but by categories: non-fiction, non-fiction semi-political, non-fiction political, ancient text (which includes poetry, because I have very little poetry and it only made sense to put it next to The Canterbury Tales and Beowulf), short story collections, science, travel, English history, book sets, and several shelves of fiction.

Keep, throw away, or sell?

Keep. Keep keep keep, until I forget why I’m keeping them, like a packrat with memory loss.

Keep dust jacket or toss it?

Duh. Keep. Why would you toss a dust jacket?

Read with dust jacket or remove it?

Remove. It gets in the way and gets torn. It’s there to protect the book from dust, not from fingers. So it stays on while on the shelf, comes off while in my hands.

Short story or novel?

Short stories are great, I’ll admit, but I feel like I don’t get enough time to consider the characters before rushing onto the next one. And I always rush on. I can’t help myself. So while I love short stories, I find more comfort and responsibility with novels.

Collection (short stories by same author) or anthology (short stories by different authors)?

Collections, by far. I enjoy anthologies, especially for the sometimes-random nature of the stories chosen, but I think I get a very strong and nearly complete view of an author after reading a series of short stories. The style and verbiage and themes come back again and again, and the short stories start to form into an awkwardly constructed novel.

With that being said, I still read a large number of anthologies – at least four a year, with the McSweeney’s Quarterly Concern subscription – and I love them.

Harry Potter or Lemony Snicket?

I’ve never ready Lemony Snicket.

And we have all six of the Harry Potter books in hardback, lined along the shelf behind our bed.

So there you go.

Stop reading when tired or at chapter breaks?

Chapter breaks, but only because I’m anal and it seems cleaner – like the break was designed specifically to be used as a bedtime signifier. But I do that when I’m tired, so I guess it’s both – when I realize I’m tired, I forge ahead until the next chapter break.

Does that count?

“It was a dark and stormy night” or “Once upon a time”?

“To the red country and part of the gray country of Oklahoma, the last rains came gently, and they did not cut the scarred earth.”

Buy or Borrow?

Both, depending on whether or not I am a fan of the author, if the book is well designed, if I have a gift card, if I’m unsure of the book or if I have money to throw around.

New or used?

New, mostly. But only because I can never find books at a used book store that I could justify purchasing.

Though, now that I think about it, most of my books are used, thanks to a history of used bookstore browsing and bazaar sales.

Buying choice: book reviews, recommendation or browse?

I’m currently plowing through all of the classics I missed by not taking literature classes in college, so my recommendations are coming from a long list of “required read” lists.

Other than that, I find that I pick up a lot of suggestions through book blogs and through authors I already enjoy. I rarely read book reviews all the way through because I find them to be too pretentious, overwritten and more intellectually slanted than is necessary. But that’s a different concern for a different day.

Tidy ending or cliffhanger?

It doesn’t matter, as long as it’s good. Twists are fun, if they’re not maddening (I’m looking at you, Eggers) but a tidy ending is always welcome. Sometimes I wonder what the characters end up doing after the story ends, so I appreciate that insight.

Morning reading, afternoon reading or nighttime reading?

Nighttime. I can’t read in the mornings – that’s more of my Internet blog reading time. Afternoon reading is fun, especially on a cold winter weekend, but I find that 80% of my reading happens after I’ve gone to bed or after Kerrie’s gone to bed and I’m left alone in the basement.

Standalone or series?

Standalone. The only series that I currently read is Harry Potter. I’ll read sequels, if they’re available, but for the most part, it’s all standalone.

Favorite series?

I have a soft spot for the P. G. Wodehouse Wooster/Jeeves books, but I don’t read them often. Harry Potter, of course. I guess I’ve read the series-like A Star Called Henry/Oh Play that Thing pair by Roddy Doyle.

Favorite book of which nobody else has heard?

Towards the End of the Morning – Michael Frayn? That’s as “unknown” as I get.

Favorite books read last year?

Everything by Jonathan Safran Foer, Marilynne Robinson’s Gilead, The Grapes of Wrath, David Mitchell’s Black Swan Green, Lorrie Moore’s Like Life

Favorite books of all time?

Really? Yikes – A handful of Steinbeck books, Bill Bryson’s Notes from a Small Island (for the dual purpose of being Bryson’s best travel diary and the book that sparked an idea that I could write for a living), the aforementioned Jonathan Safran Foer books, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, a whole crap load of old books (The Canterbury Tales, Le Morte d’Arthur, Beowulf, The Odyssey), and at least a whole bunch that I’ve missed.

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And that’s it! A welcomed “just add water” blog post!

Now it’s up to you. Everyone should go ahead and steal this.

And link back to me, otherwise I’ll never know you’ve stolen it.

And because I like the attention.


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Issues Considered: Books, Literature, Writers

Season Ticket Review: Ugly ugly ugly

February 4th, 2007

The Arena was buzzing – it was Military Night, an annual celebration that provides camouflage jerseys for the Skyforce, a halftime routine where 30 or so high school near-dropouts take a mock oath (their words, not mine!) to do something armed-services related (though that doesn’t include tucking in their shirts, apparently), and a welcome diversion from the frigid temperatures that have taken over the Sioux Falls area. After the Christmas game, Military Night brought in the most impressive Skyforce Crowd this year.

Skyforce

Game 12: February 3rd, 2007

Anaheim Arsenal (13-16) at Sioux Falls Skyforce (15-12)

It’s a “must-attend” night. It’s a game that serves as the only exposure to real, semi-professional basketball for the entire year. The crowds are big, and they’re ready to see some action.

My dad even came – armed with tickets from work and ready to watch a great team win a great game. My dad used to take me to random Skyforce games, here and there, during my Chicago Bulls infatuation. I loved it, and so did he. We figured last night’s collapse would be remedied, that it had served as a wake-up call, being shamed in front of the home crowd like that. We sat on the rail, right behind the HenkinSchultz season ticket spots, and had a great view of what hoped to be a well-fought contest.

It wasn’t. A lot of people were disappointed. A lot of people left with a bad taste in their mouth. This was an ugly, ugly loss.

And it wasn’t just the uniforms. I’m not sure words can truly describe it. It was just ugly.

In the second quarter, both teams scored 22 points. Combined.

For the game, Anaheim shot 34% from the field. Which would have been great, if the Skyforce wouldn’t have shot 33% themselves.

Frank Williams was 1 for 10. This on the night we were presented with the American Family Insurance “3” signs (to signify three-pointers, naturally). In fact, the Skyforce only bothered to make three three-point shots total. And only one in the first half.

We stayed close – or as close as you can when you’re making just one in every three shots. But in the fourth quarter – where it took until 8:30 left to finally score a field goal – we lost it. We fell behind. We missed easy lay-ups. We missed A LOT of easy lay-ups.

We’d lost four in a row, coming into this game. I’m beginning to understand why. Now it’s at five.

Not even Quick Change could lift our spirits.

Sorry. I can’t talk about this anymore. Maybe they’ll have it fixed by the time Los Angeles shows up next weekend.

Maybe.

Skyforce 84, Arsenal 90


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Issues Considered: Basketball, Sioux Falls Skyforce, Sports

Season Ticket Review: Uninspired

February 3rd, 2007

Starting forward Damone Brown?

Who the hell is this guy?

Skyforce

Game 11: February 2nd, 2007

Anaheim Arsenal (12-16) at Sioux Falls Skyforce (15-11)

The Skyforce are a different team since the last time we saw them, nearly three weeks ago. A lot can happen in seven games, I guess, especially in the volatile NBA D-League, where assignments and foreign contracts wreak havoc in a short amount of time.

We’ve lost Andre Brown for the season. He’s sticking around with the Sonics until their eventual lotto-driven demise. Amir Johnson was (smartly) brought back up to the Pistons, where he belongs. Vincent Grier had enough with the cold South Dakota winters and headed overseas. Jeff Varem and Joe Dabbert are both out with injuries – which means, essentially, they’ve been cut.

It’s no surprise that we looked horrible. We aren’t the same team. Losing 43-57 at halftime? Maybe we’d better get used to it.

Really, for a run-and-gun team like the Skyforce are supposed to be, we don’t do much running or gunning. Instead, we rely on a sloppy array of jump shots. Our big men have all left us, so we’re relying on Jared Reiner for a vast majority of the post minutes. He gets tired. He streaks out of the gate (13 points in the first quarter) and then dies (four points for the rest of the game.) We need help. We need inspiration. We need something. Anything.

Please.

This was the first televised NBA D-League game at the Sioux Falls Arena, and the Skyforce didn’t bother to show up. It went with the program, I guess. No one was feeling it. The crowd was dead, the refs didn’t seem to care one way or another (based on their wishy washy calls, at least) and people filed in and out of the Arena like it was a 4-H display, barely allowing the game to register before launching into a conversation on their father’s haircut.

(This is true, by the way. At halftime, two women sat behind Kerrie and me. They proceeded to talk through the rest of the game about anything BUT the game. And they were stupid, to boot. Two comments I overheard:
About Anaheim center Ha Seung-Jin: “That big Asian looks funny!”
About Anaheim guard Davin White: “He’s black, but his name is White!”
I wish I was making that up. Kerrie wondered if they had ever seen a non-white person before.)

Even the halftime show seemed uninspired. Extreme Team was supposed to do some crazy jumps and dunks using trampolines and mats. Instead, they missed half of their dunks and only attempted six overall.

Meanwhile, Frank Williams decided to use his national television home debut to get ejected after two dubious technical calls. That’s the second time this year that he’s been ejected – both after two quick, back to back technicals. Ridiculous.

The most interesting part of this game for me was the presence of Ha Sueng-Jin.

I’ve been in a basketball simulation league for a good part of the past three years. The first one I was in ran until the 2005 season, at which time we needed to tap into current college and international players in order to fill out the newest rookie class. It was all conjecture – we didn’t know who would be good, so we had to guess.

Three of the top rookies were Ha Sueng-Jin, Pavel Podkolzin and Peter “P.J.” Ramos. These players were big, young, and “cant-miss” prospects. We figured we’d be watching their simulation careers flourish just as their real life careers began to take off.

Well, surprise. None of these players ever managed to take off quite as well as we had expected. You could add Gerry McNamara and Gerald Green to that list as well. They had tremendous “upside,” which in a simulation equals tremendous potential and tremendous talent a few seasons down the line.

We weren’t the only people to think that Ha, Podkolzin and Ramos would tear the league apart. They were highly sought after players for a while. Then, somehow, they dropped off. They couldn’t translate to the current game. They couldn’t manage with the professionals as well as they could with college or international competition. They were damaged goods, and they have settled into the NBA D-League.

We had brought them up as stars. Now, I get to see these flesh and blood representations of the player we all sought in my first simulation league. And they’re nothing special. It’s kind of fun to know they’re out there, live and playing basketball, and that I used to hold a fictitious contract before anyone really had heard of their names. But it’s also troubling to see them drop so low.

Though, what am I saying? Did you see the Skyforce players last night? They were horrible. And I guarantee we had never drafted any of the home players to be in our league.

We have standards, after all.

Skyforce 93, Arsenal 110


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Issues Considered: Basketball, Sioux Falls Skyforce, Sports

Saying goodbye to S & S

February 2nd, 2007

Terry and S and S (Argus Leader picture)Today’s Life (Style) section in the Argus Leader has an article about the changing landscape of used bookstores in Sioux Falls. It features, quite heavily, S & S Bookstore. And it breaks the news that, yes, S & S Bookstore is closing, after years of frantically hanging on to the last threads of retail dignity.

Thousands of used books stand silently on shelves at S&S Books, waiting for a declining number of readers to come rediscover their pages.

Adventures and biographies, chronicles and comedies, epic dramas, fantasies, features, fiction and more still offer a world of information and entertainment. But because of a consistent decline in customers, after 26 years, owner Terry Swalve is closing his book shop at 515 W. 18th St.

During coming weeks he’ll be selling and not replacing the volumes in his 4,500-square-foot store. A closing date has not been set, but once he registers a going-out-of-business sale with the city, everything must go.

This story is actually a little bittersweet for me. After all, S & S Bookstore is where I grew up.

My mother, for longer than I can remember, worked at S & S as its sole full-time clerk. She essentially ran the place, if you get down to the bits and pieces, and kept the investment alive for far over a decade.

I would visit S & S after school. I’d hang out among the aging books and watch a scratchy black and white TV, or I’d flip through old comic collections or sports statistical almanacs. I’d often eat at Hardee’s and, when the store moved to 18th and Minnesota, I switched my allegiance to Taco Bell.

Used books surrounded me for at least an hour every night – from when I got out of school until the store closed at 5:30. Sometimes I helped out – it was the first job I was paid for by someone other than my mother. I never ran the till. I never helped customers. I was too afraid. Instead, I sat behind the counter for hours.

Eventually, I grew up a little and stopped hanging out at the bookstore. But I always made it a point to stop in. My mother was there most of the time. I’d pop in when I got back from college, or I’d run by to see if I could find a classic book. It wasn’t a nice bookstore, but it was a bookstore all the same. The selection was horrid, but the staff – my mother – was always nice.

A few years ago, my mom finally said goodbye to S & S Books. She was never paid very much there, and she began to really dislike the day in, day out grind of working with someone who had little business savvy and major problems. She’d had enough.

It’s closing now. I haven’t stepped foot back in the store since my mother quit. According to Terry Swalve, owner of S & S Books and someone I’ve known since I was seven or eight, “People aren’t reading as much as they used to.”

“Their time is taken up by other things, maybe more involvement with computers. I don’t think the kids are reading as much as they were. They’re into diversions like electronic stuff.”

That may be the case. There are other factors that added into the demise of S & S Books – a failure to take in hardback books, a policy of taking in any book with an S & S stamp (leading to an overflow of poor quality and non-sellable titles), and a general atmosphere of unkemptness – a dirty store filled with dirty books.

S & S Books, however, was a bookstore for those who didn’t search for classics. They weren’t looking for rarities or first editions from the 1800s. They were looking for entertainment. They were looking for Harlequin Romances, and Clive Cussler, and Stephen King. When the good books came in, anyway, my mother and I latched onto them.

When my mother left, a good number of customers left as well. And yes, a great number of things could have been done to save S & S Books, to reinvest in the idea of a small bookstore that was selective in its stock and driven to succeed. But regardless of all that, I can’t help but feel bad.

S & S Books is Terry’s livelihood. It’s the thing that drives him every day. It’s a piece of personal history for me, as well. I can still smell the musty back room, the aroma of a TV dinner from the overstock room, where the microwave was kept, and the rush of fresh air as the front door was opened on a cold, windy day.

I remember how hard it was to vacuum the front rug after they tarred 18th Street. I remember stockpiling classics that I still have to this day – awaiting my gaze and taking up space on my new bookshelves. I remember the wire racks. The excitement of getting a new and interesting book. The stacks of saved serial fiction under the counter. The credit slips. The sound of the register. The color of the carpet. The stains on the ceiling.

I remember it all, and I can’t believe that someday it will be gone.

But, to tell you the truth, I let go of it a long time ago. All that remains now is the memory.

And the promise of what S & S Books could have been.


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Issues Considered: Books, Journalism, Sioux Falls, Vilhauer