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February 29, 2008

The Invisible Handout

The Nabokov The Original of Laura manuscript saga is getting, well, I don't know if you can even call it Nabokovian anymore.  It's just weird.

To review, VN, who took ill suddenly and was unable to do the job himself, asked his wife to burn his final, incomplete novel TOoL.  She never did, and, following her death, only child Dmitri also has demurred, although he has been whetting appetites and provoking outcry by both dangling the manuscript and also threatening to go ahead with the bonfire.

And now:

Dmitri says he reached a decision after an imagined ghostly conversation with his dead father—one in a far different key from Hamlet's talk with his dead dad.

"I have decided...that my father, with a wry and fond smile, might well have contradicted himself upon seeing me in my present situation and said, 'Well, why don't you mix the useful with the pleasurable? That is, say or do what you like but why not make some money on the damn thing?' "

And so the imagined shade of V.N., demonstrating indulgent and affectionate fondness for his son's "present situation" (it's not clear what exactly that means, but it could refer to financial or heath problems or just the worldwide outcry to save Laura), gave him ghostly permission to raise some funds with it.

Odd, but I can relate.  My father gave me ghostly permission to raise some funds by mowing the lawn once.

February 21, 2008

Talkin' Pinkeye, Coughing Fit, Hand Foot & Mouth Disease Blues

Kids, I have nothing.  Unlike RP, where I felt a post was required every day, BGB operates on the silence, exile, cunning principle, and I use great discretion when I can't compel myself to write about matters literary and quasi-literary. 

In the absence of what's left of my self-control, you would have seen BGB turn slowly into a Daddy Blog over the last few weeks & months.  And I cannot go Steve Almond on you.  Not yet.  Not for free.

So: Your pal the Rake is bone-weary & lazy.

You can help him out by addressing any of the following in the comments: the greatness of Harry Nilsson; Josh Ferris' Then We Came to the End; Carl Wilson's 33 1/3 book on Celine Dion, Let's Talk About Love: A Journey to the End of Taste; the new Mountain Goats record (audio!); the latest n+1; and whether or not Dwight Howard's Superman dunk was, in fact, a dunk.

Or ask me about going to see Dave Eggers, but having to settle for briefly hearing his disembodied voice.

Also, if anyone can puzzle out who gets to criticize James Wood, and how to acceptably do so, that would be a great service.  Apparently you're not allowed to be an online nobody with an opinion, and the hysterical realists are too baffled or cowed by Wood's classical gas to do anything.  Any attempts at a close textual reading will be branded character assassination.  I give up.

February 08, 2008

"And what’s this Rake guy’s deal? I picture him living in the mountains with a couple years growth of beard."

Sometimes, the internets make for an interesting mirror.

January 07, 2008

I am gonna make it through this year if it kills me*

Your pal the Rake, for one, is going to kick off the new year by embracing some filthy habits.

Black Garterbelt is back tomorrow, with some long overdue thoughts on Ray Carver, Gordon Lish, and books expanded and remastered.

(*--Darnielle.)

December 21, 2007

Chillin' and Coolin' Like a Snowman

It's Christmas Break at BGB.  Therefore:

Tip back an eggnog for your Uncle Rake, because he's sure tipping a couple back for you.

October 09, 2007

Wuzzah?

Props for Stephen Dixon...in EsquireBelieve it, friends:

I'd argue instead that Tom Perrotta is engaged in a more complicated and paradoxical project, one well suited to a postliterary age. He's writing books for people who don't much like books -- satires for nice people, fuck books for prudes. The problem with this approach is that it's not really satire at all. It's situational comedy. Perrotta's not gunning for laughs so much as light chuckles, perfect for a compassionate and confident grin. But less good for readers who'd be better served checking out David Gates or Stephen Dixon or simply giving up on books altogether and going to the movies.

I hate to say it, but even with the Dixon mention aside, that's not half bad.

July 13, 2007

Only Built 4 Cheap Linx #1

Martin Amis for Apple Jacks f/t Hitchens.

Jens Lekman does "Black Cab," my favorite song by Jens Lekman, live.

The Ruler's Back.