December 24, 2009 at 11:07 pm (Artists and Writers, Holidays, television, Writing)
Tags: Holidays, Home, interviews, Jim Harrison, restaurants, writing process
Self had a manicure. Yes, while self was walking from Gourmet (German) Haus Staudt on Broadway (where she bought bars of Lindt milk chocolate for son’s friends, $3.95 @) to Pho Dong (where she ordered huge bowls of beef pho and four orders of imperial rolls – all so that she does not feel so guilty about her lack of preparation for the Christmas Eve repast), she looked in on Natalie Nail Salon. And apparently they were not very busy, because self found that she could actually be fitted in for a manicure. And she sat down for a half hour and chatted with the manicurist, who of course was Vietnamese and looked 25 though she said she was actually 43.
Son went off with friends, hubby has to stay late at work, so self is home alone, watching “General Hospital” (but so far, no sight of James Franco – GRRR). She is also resuming her reading of fantastic Colum McCann interview in AWP’s The Writer’s Chronicle. And the interviewer (who is just so good!) asks him a question which elicits a very candid response. Self will share it with dear blog readers, below:
Interviewer: A few years ago, at one of the chain bookstores, I came upon a calendar with photos of Ireland, and you had written the text. For some time now, you’ve been a full-time writer, but now you’ve started teaching. What is a typical work week for you? And how do you balance the many writing tasks you take on? Do any of these other tasks inform your fiction?
McCann: Ah, Jesus! My calendars. That’s just a job. “Forty shades of green.” “Diddly-di-idle.” “Dear ol’ dirty derelict Dublin.” That sort of thing. It pays the rent for a month. Hey, it’s a job. I have to earn a few bob.
Jim Harrison again says it best: “Children pry up our rotting bodies with cries of ‘Earn, earn, earn!’ ” I have three kids. They are the scaffolds to my heart, but every now and then I have to pay for their nappies, or their braces, or, God forbid, their college. I don’t mind doing that stuff. I like the people who I work with. I teach, I write screenplays, I do journalism. I’m the least pure fiction writer you’re ever going to meet. But I do it all in the service of fiction. That’s what I love.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers. Stay tuned.
July 22, 2009 at 4:23 pm (Artists and Writers, Books)
Tags: book lists, Jim Harrison, novellas, reading lists, summer
Has self already drawn up a list of the books she’s enjoyed reading, so far this year? She might have, but perhaps self is experiencing another of her senior moments. If dear blog readers remember similar post, can someone tell her?
Let’s see, since January 1, self has read:
- 15 novels (including several that should rightly be called “mysteries”)
- 12 non-fiction books (a few of which could probably more rightly be referred to as “memoirs”)
- 1 short story collection (George Saunders’ CivilwarLand in Bad Decline – excellent!) and 1 novella collection (Jim Harrison’s The Summer He Didn’t Die – also excellent!)
Let’s see, of the 15 novels self has read so far this year, her favorites have been:
May 23, 2009 at 2:58 pm (Family, Surprises)
Tags: dreams, farmers markets, Jim Harrison, Saturdays, weekends
Aaargh, self can’t seem to write when her mind is so chaotic. Still can’t quite wrap her mind around Mauricio accidentally dumping her contac lens yesterday, when he was here cleaning. Last night, dreamt that — Eureka! — she’d found it. The dream Mauricio had helpfully placed it in a little metal receptacle. Unfortunately, the metal had reacted with the lens and the lens was perforated with holes. No, there was just one big hole (pardon the hyperbole: self knows a hole in a contac can not, truthfully, be big), right in the middle, where one would expect self’s pupil to be.
Rebecca slept in son’s room last night, son slept in self’s office. Self crept around, trying to be quiet for she loves to spend the early morning hours reading (Finished True North yesterday: it took her 10 days to get through this novel, longer even than it took her to finish a book twice as long, 1491. The ending can only be described as devastating. And Harrison waited until almost the last five pages to spring it. Self would like to advise dear blog readers: if you do not have a stomach for extreme violence, then do not read it. Self, however, adores this book: Jim Harrison is latest addition to self’s list of favorite authors.)
Son and Rebecca are here to attend a Psychology Association conference at the Marriott on 4th and Mission. Son woke around 7 and immediately started getting dressed: black pants again, grey long-sleeved shirt. Rebecca tells self they want to make it in time for the first session, which begins at 9. A total of six students and two professors are here from Cal Poly; Rebecca said she’d even met two students who came all the way from London! Self e-mailed Stanford niece: A is here! Let’s get together!
Self and hubby have a concert to go to tonight, in the City. Yuja Wang. But, first, Stelline for dinner, at 5:15. Invited son to join us, but he says he has presentation at 5 p.m.
Now, watching Green Day. They’re on Good Morning America, Weekend Edition. Early, early, around 7:30, self went to Redwood City Farmers Market, vendors weren’t quite finished putting out their produce. Bought purple and yellow string beans (only because self thinks they’d look really nifty mixed together in a salad). Celery. Garlic. Basil. And, on a whim, a bunch of red Watsonia.
Stay tuned, dear blog readers, stay tuned.
May 22, 2009 at 7:43 pm (Artists and Writers, Surprises, Writing)
Tags: Chicago, Jim Harrison, reading lists
“We went out to an Old Town bar where I had a calming whiskey and Vernice ate an enormous cheeseburger. She couldn’t eat when she was writing, she said, as digesting food stole her imagination.”
Vernice, on p. 349 of Jim Harrison’s True North
Sometimes self just has to force it out. Especially on days like today, when Mauricio has turned the whole house upside down, pulled bookcases from the wall, emptied the shelves (He is anal about dusting, which is why hubby complains every time he comes, because he never puts anything back to the place where it was before). Self has one ear cocked to front door, for she expects son and his friend to walk in any moment. At the same time, she’s reading (as usual). Still the Jim Harrison novel. Self is on p. 349, almost to the end! Self found the above quote mucho interesting. She remembers that when she attended Kate Brady’s reading at Booksmith in the Haight, about a month ago, Kate said more or less the same thing, that when she was writing, she couldn’t be bothered with such a thing as eating. Now, why can’t self be the same way? When self is writing, she is ravenous!
Stay tuned, dear blog readers, stay tuned.
May 22, 2009 at 3:04 pm (Family)
Tags: Jim Harrison, memories
Son and friend arrive todaaayy!!!
Mauricio didn’t make it to clean yesterday, so he is coming today as well!!!
Self wants to go see “Star Trek” movie again!!!
Self is supposed to see doctor this afternoon for she missed her annual check-up, but who cares, she wants to see “Star Trek” movie again!!!
Self thinks that, since she’s already spent hours roaming the web and getting into all sort of interesting websites, such as CakeTrain and Cafe Irreal, she might as well investigate a Read the rest of this entry »
May 15, 2009 at 5:06 pm (Eavesdropping, Movies, Surprises)
Tags: Jim Harrison, lists, sci-fi, Star Trek, summer movies
This morning, self has just made the following interesting discoveries:
- Clifton Collins is the name of the one-armed guy who was so charming as the diffident cleaning-shop owner who becomes Amy Adams’ only true friend in Sunshine Cleaning. And he is in Star Trek, the new movie. As a Romulan. Say what??? (Just to show you how good Collins’ performance in Sunshine Cleaning is, self actually thought he was a one-armed man!)
- Self has read several reviews now, and the consensus seems to be that Angels and Demons is a surprisingly good (or, anyway, not as bad as expected) movie (Once again, self is forced to eat her words — Please reference last week’s post on Star Trek)
- Jennifer Aniston has made a movie that is opening this weekend. Self has seen not one single preview: poor Jen! In this one, she is stalked by a creepy Steve Zahn (Steve Zahn was perfect playing a creep on Sunshine Cleaning. Apparently, playing creeps is his latest career move! Way to go, Steve! Self can tell you’ve been putting in some serious hours at the gym! Exhibit A: In Sunshine Cleaning, your arms were really, really, really buff! In fact, from some angles, self forgot you were Steve Zahn and almost confused you with Battlestar Galactica’s Jamie Bamber!)
If dear blog readers would just indulge self in one more “Star Trek” movie review quote – as it’s so sooo rare for a summer action movie to be so satisfactory on all levels, not since “Ironman” etc etc (Wait a minute, wasn’t that only last year??? But, self digresses) Anyhoo, this one’s from the Buzzsugar review (whose title, “Move Over Kirk, Spock Is Hot” perfectly captures self’s feeling about the entire movie):
There are moments when seeing these good-looking youngsters in such a well-known uniform feels a little bit like the Trek version of Muppet Babies.
And that’s it! End of quote! That wasn’t so bad, was it?
Not all was movie-mania today: self also went to the library and checked out a copy of Eveyln Waugh’s Vile Bodies (Took a peek at the Preface and the first line went: “This was a totally unplanned novel.” Sold!)
Also, she discovered that all five copies of Sebastian Barry’s A Long, Long Way are still checked out.
Also, she started to read another book by Jim Harrison, True North (How can self describe her feelings for this author, whose writing she discovered with The Summer He Didn’t Die, just a few months ago? Perhaps it’s a little bit like going out on a great blind date, and getting really happy, because it could all have gone so wrong . . . )
Stay tuned, dear blog readers, stay tuned.