Monthly Archive for March, 2009

Novellas and the professors who love them.

I finished the list of my favorite novellas and sent it to John Madera, who will soon post it on his blog. He and I started talking a bit about teachers as tour guides instead of taskmasters. He said a lovely thing:

I’ve also often thought the teacher’s role should be as guide, someone not only familiar with the lay of the land, but in love with its every ebb and flood, rustle and hum, chirp and howl, aware not only of the pitfalls and traps, but of the most inspiring, beautiful, intimate, secluded spaces.

Of course, we teachers have to get everyone to use proper grammar and cite sources, and soon enough we get all caught up in talking about metaphors and frame stories and students are left wondering what the fuss is all about. This is more towards teaching lit, something I haven’t done in a few years, partly because I never could find the balance between pointing at the ebbs and rustles and teaching the proper use of the semicolon.

problems

Students in lit classes don’t always like the tour guide stuff, anyway. They look at you like, When are you getting to the point? as if we might get a little more satisfaction out of the work if Bartleby rolled up his sleeves and showed us how to repair an HVAC unit. And rightly so, in a way; there’s so much stuff to be learned. It’s hard to get to the leisure of art when there’s stuff afoot.

We had another excellent Five Things on Friday and hit the trifecta again: great music, great words, great visual art. Pictures will be up soon on the show’s site.

I blame this on The Road

I’ve been thinking about one of Merriam-Webster’s ideas of malaise: an indefinite feeling of debility or lack of health often indicative of or accompanying the onset of an illness.

That specific feeling before illness is at the same time forgettable and instantly remembered. It’s one of those things that you tell yourself to remember even when you know you’ll forget it, like talking to yourself in a dream.

Malaise comes from Old French: from mal- + aise. Bad comfort, poor comfort. It’s a kind of poor comfort to recognize the symptoms of an illness when it’s creeping on. If your body hurts in a certain way, you know it’s the flu; if you’re really paying attention, you can go to the store days beforehand for all the supplies you’ll need. Then you come home and wait.

Teamwork

I think it would be some fun to get together and do a series of stories on a theme. My first fiction teacher, Ron Carlson, once did such an anthology about a wedding cake in the middle of the road and I always liked the idea. I was saying on Blythe Winslow’s blog that we could do an anthology on nachos.

I’ve been thinking about my favorite novellas of all time. This has caused me to research novellas, which has caused me to realize that there is a universe of novellas I’ve never read or even heard of. I like the feeling, though it’s a little scary. Novellas played a crucial part in my development as a person somewhere in between being born and graduating from college. I’ll pin it down eventually.

Here’s a funny thing: so far, everyone has had the same reaction when I say that I need to come up with ten favorite novellas. They make a face, and say “Who’s read ten novellas?” Then, when I mention the big ones like Animal Farm and they’re all, “Well duh, everyone’s read ten novellas.” In this way, novellas are a surprisingly polarizing genre, maybe even moreso than poetry. Unlike flash fiction, that store-brand soda pop in the vending machine of literature.

SXSW

Much excitement across Austin this week for SXSW. I’ve never been one to seek out a lot of new music on my own, but I learned about a handful of artists that are doing a lot of interesting and pretty stuff. Among my favorites is Dawes, a foursome out of Los Angeles. Amazing vocal power and a drummer who looks like a young fellow but is incredibly talented. The band seems to realize this, as they gave him three or four drum solos back-to-back at the end, which I thought was fun to watch but made for kind of an uneven set.

Anyway, I’m no music critic. Here’s a Dawes video, which makes it look like they’re just nice California boys who enjoy setting off sparklers and ritually sacrificing hipster girls.




Back to staring dully out the window when I should be catching up on work for the week. I’ve been tasked by various parties with writing a playlist for the book and a list of my top ten favorite novellas. More on this later.

AM/PM Mini-Book

Would you look at that: an AM/PM mini-book has arrived. Click the alarm clock to be transported to a land where you may download and devour it.




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