Today, in the Huntington Library

The moment you step into the Huntington Gardens, you are surrounded by the heady scent of roses. The path from the parking lot to the visitors entrance is lined with rose bushes.

Here is a list of things self saw in The Huntington Library (San Marino, CA) today:

  • The Ellesmere manuscript of Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales, opened to the monk’s tale, with eight red wax seals lining the bottom of the page
  • An early edition of one of Shakespeare’s Folios.  On the wall, directly above it, a quote which ended with “Doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love.”
  • A copy of Missions in the New World by Francesco Severio Clavigero, published in Venice, 1789
  • the “elephant edition” of John James Audubon’s Birds of America (This book was almost as tall as herself; she’s not kidding)
  • Henry David Thoreau’s journal, which became the basis for Walden. The quote above it:  “I wished to live deliberately.”
  • Jack London’s manuscript for White Fang, 1905. The quote above it:  “He was a silent fury.”

Can self tell you how moved she was to see handwritten letters by Charles Dickens, displayed in the same room as Thoreau’s journal and Jack London’s handwritten manuscripts? She imagines the writers’ hands moving across the paper in methodical fashion.  Knowing that these keepsakes survived makes her feel very worship-ful. Also, the fact that she’s seeing them on 9/11, and most of the paper that got blown about that day (retrieved from as far away as Long Island — how they made it across the water is a mystery) were office memos, scrawled-over office calendars, graphs, worksheets — ordinary, human things.

Paper is fragile; thoughts aren’t.

Where is she going with this?

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

 

Self’s Belated Discovery of Alan Furst

She hasn’t even finished reading Dark Star, but oh it is so delicious, to lose oneself in that carefully constructed world.

So here she goes, trolling the net for articles and interviews.

This article in New York Magazine mentions: Dark Star, The World at Night and The Polish Officer.

She doesn’t think she’s been this gaga over an American writer since —  Martin Cruz Smith? When she read Gorky Park.

Here’s an interview with Furst in a site called Crime Time.

And now, self must continue reading.

Stay tuned.

DARK STAR, by Alan Furst

Book Jacket, Inside Flap:

1937. Paris. Moscow. Berlin. Prague.

Oooh, self likes!

The next book on self’s reading list after she finishes this one (Hopefully, she will finish this one. Her brain is a little limp right now. She had to return Richard Price’s Lush Life to the Redwood City Library after trying and failing to get past p. 75, for three months) is Haruki Murakami’s The Wind-Up Bird Chronicles, which she hopes isn’t as depressing as Norwegian Wood. Then she’ll tackle a Donna Leon Inspector Brunetti mystery (which are all set in Venice, and why she didn’t manage to read one last year before she was actually in Venice is yet another mystery), then Hans Fallada’s Every Man Dies Alone (Mr. Fallada doesn’t have to rub it in: Self knows she will die alone. She’s still alive, but it feels as if she’s alone. Alone in her head, that is. Then self starts wondering where her final resting place will be. Not Manila, as it’s simply too polluted. Not Bacolod Memorial Park, because she doesn’t have a plot there. The plots must be expensive. Not Redwood City, her current abode, because no one will visit. She’ll be in a vase, The Man will mis-lay the vase, and then someone will buy their house from son and in cleaning out the garage, will discover the vase, and her ashes will be tossed out, so the vase can be used for something else. Niiiiice!)

Mr. Furst — HALLELUJAH — is a very good writer. Even though Dark Star is labeled a thriller, there is tons of atmosphere. There are urine-soaked allies, and ships moving through storms, and indifferent captains, and all that Bourne-type stuff.

In one scene, our hero (a man named Szara, who so far hasn’t shown any tendencies towards criminality, but whose backstory at this point in time — p. 12 — is still opaque) encounters a mysterious woman. It is always nice to have the option to hang out with mysterious (and also good-looking) women while waiting in some European city to receive one’s next assignment. This is what Tom Cruise does all the time in those Mission Impossible movies:

Szara liked women and they knew it.  All he wanted to do, as the tension left him, was chatter, maybe make her laugh. They were just people, a man and a woman, but she wasn’t buying.  Whatever this was, he thought, it was not an arrest. Very well, then a continuation of the business he did with the NKVD from time to time.  Every journalist, every citizen outside the Soviet Union, had to do that.

The NKVD must be something like the Soviet KGB. Perhaps a precursor?

Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

Sharing the Love: Last Sunday of August (2014)

Today, while self was poking around in her closet, she came upon a binder where she lists all the literary magazines she’s submitted to, organized per year.

She’s decided to share the 2014 list right here, right now. Because it is so onerous keeping that information to herself.

It’s probably as amazing to self as it is to her readers that there are so many. In truth, in the last few years, she has become rather manic about submissions. Looking back at the long trajectory of her writing life, there were many years when she’d send out to just a handful of magazines. She must be making up for lost time.

And, let’s not kid ourselves, the internet has made a huge difference. Now, it’s so easy to just press a button that says “Submit.” Whereas when she first started sending stuff out, every piece had to be printed out, photocopied, slapped into an envelope, then metered at a post office. Frankly, who had the time?

    • Agni
    • Alaska Quarterly Review (Having serious financial problems, may close)

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    Listmania: Six Recently Bookmarked/ 12 Existing Tags

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    Naomi Watts *  Oliver Stone * Owen Wilson * Patrick Leigh Fermor * Paul Theroux * Peter Sarsgaard * Pico Iyer * Rebecca West * Ruth Rendell * Sarah Waters * Siquijor * Tom Hiddleston

    The Year 2014 in Movies (Thus Far)

    Liam Neeson was Non-Stop (and Lupita Nyong’o was in a bit part, playing a flight attendant)

    Olivia Wilde stunned in Third Person.

    Darren Aronofsky gave us a futuristic Noah (and inspired self to write a short story)

    X-Men: Days of Future Past gave us J-Law, MacAvoy, Fassbender, Jackman and a sardonic sprite named Evan Peters, as well as much angst and heartbreak.  The series will never be the same.

    Keira Knightley and Mark Ruffalo tied us up in knots in Begin Again.

    Jon Favreau showed that he can channel James Gandolfini — heck, better even than James Gandolfini himself — in Chef.

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    Condé Nast Traveler August 2014: The “Cruise Issue”

    There is still time, dear blog readers.  There is still time to fantasize about taking a cruise this year.  One does not need to go all pity party and woe it sucks to be stuck at a desk job for the remainder of 2014.

    According to Condé Nast Traveler, 49% of the magazine’s readers are planning to take a weeklong cruise in the next year (Rest assured, self is taking immediate steps to become a part of this demographic)

    And here are several cruise recommendations, broken down by category:

    For the Gourmand:

    • Celebrity Cruises’ “Top Chef at Sea”
    • Crystal Cruises’ “Microbrew Cruise”
    • MSC’s “Virtual Winery at Sea”

    For the Workout Warriors:

    • Holland America’s “Great Alaskan Marathon Cruise”
    • Yoga Cruises’ Bend and stretch on the yachts Admiral and Atlantis
    • Crystal Cruises’ Golf cruises

    For Music Lovers:

    • MSC’s “Holy Ship! Electronic Dance Music
    • Holland America’s “Country Music Cruise” on the Eurodam
    • Norwegian Cruise Lines’ “Grammy Festival at Sea: Women Who Rock!”

    Some Really Specialty Niches:

    For lovers of Steampunk:  Royal Caribbean

    For lovers of Magic Shows:  Crystal Cruises

    For indefatigable knitters (Caroline Kim-Brown, this one’s for you!): Ama Waterways

    For Hobbit fandoms:  Royal Caribbean

    For Nudists: Celebrity Cruise Lines

    Stay tuned.

     

    Virtual Blog Tour: And Introducing . . .

    Self got tagged, so now it’s her turn to tag three others.

    The three artists self tagged for the Virtual Blog Tour are:

    • Luisa A. Igloria, poet and Director of the Creative Writing Program at Old Dominion University in Norfolk, VA
    • Stella Kalaw, photographer, Emeryville, CA
    • Kathleen Burkhalter, writer, New Bedford, MA

    She’ll start with Luisa, and follow up with Stella Kalaw and Kathleen Burkhalter in later posts.

    About Luisa A. Igloria:

    Poet and Professor Luisa A. Igloria, at home in Virginia

    Poet and Professor Luisa A. Igloria, at home in Virginia

    Luisa’s recent books include Ode to the Heart Smaller Than a Pencil Eraser (winner of the 2014 May Swenson Prize), Night Willow:  Prose Poems (forthcoming from Phoenicia Publishing, Montreal), The Saints of Streets (University of Santo Tomas Press, 2013), Juan Luna’s Revolver (winner of the 2009 Ernest Sandeen Prize, University of Notre Dame Press), Trill & Mordent (Word Tech Editions, 2005).

    Luisa has degrees from the University of the Philippines, Ateneo de Manila University, and the University of Illinois at Chicago, where she was a Fulbright Fellow from 1992 to 1995.  She has lived and worked in Hampton Roads for the last 13 years.  She enjoys cooking with her family, book-binding, and listening to tango music.

    Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

     

    Tagged! Virtual Blog Tour

    Self has a lot of catching up to do with regards to honoring the lovely Rashaan Alexis-Meneses’ tagging of Kanlaon for the Virtual Blog Tour.

    She was tagged two weeks ago, but summer is always a blur.  In the summer, self’s brain seems to work at half-time.  Not. Kidding.

    Nevertheless, she is now at full attention and ready to participate!

    First things first:

    THANKS MUCH, MZ RASHAAN:

    “. . .  in your blog you acknowledge the people who invited you, answer four given questions about your work and your process, then invite three other people to participate.”

    For this post only, self will drop the 3rd person arch-ness and go for first person SINCERE.

    My responses are only slightly tongue-in-cheek.

    What are you currently working on?

    A series of speculative fiction stories, most of them flash, all of them intriguing. LOL LOL LOL

    One of them, “The Elephant,” will appear in the next issue of Your Impossible Voice.

    “The Secret Room” is already up, on Café Irreal.

    How does your work differ from others of its genre?

    I don’t “do” narratives of identity.

    I write narratives of deformity.

    We’re all monsters.  In one way or another.  Inside.

    I dig deep to find that which makes us wretched.

    Why do you write/ create what you do?

    Because I can’t help myself.  And because writing, frankly, is the only thing I’m REALLY good at.

    Honestly, if someone had told me, way back when, “Your life will be spent mostly in an empty room (empty of people, that is), writing stories of deep despondency, for which you will be paid nada,” I would promptly have said, “You’re crazy!” or, “You’re dreaming!” or, “Do you think I’m some kind of martyr?” Turns out I am all of those things:  crazy/demented dreamer/ martyr.  Maybe ALL writers are all of these things. Ugh. Welcome to my Pity Party.

    How does your writing/ creating process work?

    The angrier I am, the better I write.  So I try to stay angry.

    I like to think of my process as SLASH AND BURN.

    P. S.  It’s really fun to “do” anger in flash fiction.

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    Spreading the love to:  Stella Kalaw; Luisa Igloria; Kathleen Burkhalter

    Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

    The List in Self’s “The Secret Room” (CAFE IRREAL, Issue # 50)

    Self has long pondered the difference between science fiction, speculative fiction, fairy tales, myths, horror stories and the “irreal.”  The other day, she decided to go through the Café Irreal essay, “What is irrealism?”

    She’d first read it several years ago, when she began writing lots of speculative fiction.  It was nice to re-discover it.

    The essay reminds us that, in “pre-modern” times, the people telling and listening to folk tales and legends assumed them to be “true.” These people, if they had heard Kafka’s “Metamorphosis” read aloud to them, “would most likely assume that the transformation” of the protagonist into a bug was likely the result of “a spell” (And why not? In “pre-modern” times, spells were considered practical ways to deal with malevolence; in other words, spells were not “magic.” They were solutions to a problem) For them, “the irreality of the story — which flows from an irresolvable clash between the real and the unreal — would be lost.”

    There’s more, much more to ponder in the essay.  Self recommends that readers go over to Café Irreal to read it in its entirety.

    Self’s story, “The Secret Room,” is in the current issue.

    At yesterday’s writers group meeting, self’s esteemed friend (and soon-to-be-famous published novelist) Lillian Howan mentioned that her son liked the list in the story.

    Which, self confided to Lillian, was the trickiest part of the piece.  Self had to keep working at it and working at it, constantly changing the items in the list because she was never completely satisfied with the “mix.”

    Here’s the list in its final, published version:

    • A map of an island with no name.  There was no way to tell whether this island was near or far, whether it lay within the bounds of the Narrow Sea or beyond, in some yet undiscovered realm.
    • A piece of yellowing parchment, on which had been written, in her husband’s careful hand, the letters KMCVQH
    • An iron knitting needle
    • A stone the size of her fist, on whose rough surface glittered a sparkly metal that might have been silver
    • A drawing of a unicorn
    • A broken silver chain
    • A dozen gold coins stamped with the profile of Aurelia, the Queen of the Undersea
    • A small painting, about the width of a hand, of a man with no eyes

    Stay tuned, dear blog readers.  Stay tuned.

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