KCRW’s Bookworm: Zadie Smith 11/9

Zadie Smith’s become sort of the young female version of Phillip Roth: for a while there it was really (REALLY) popular to hate her and her books, or to talk about how you just didn’t get the hype. That was during her first two books (“White Teeth” and “The Autograph Man”), BOTH of which I LOVED. Then her third book “On Beauty” came out and suddenly all the Zadie haters faded away and she became the critics’ darling. Sadly, I did not like that book very much. It was not nearly in the same league as the first two, in my opinion, and I certainly didn’t understand the hype this time around.

So if you’re like me, put aside the fact that On Beauty is one of the primary topics of this podcast, because once you get past that, it was a really great conversation. Much deeper/more insightful than many author chats I’ve read/listened to.

Smith said this book was intended to be a traditional English novel / a tribute to her idols/elders, that she hadn’t done before. She commented that she’s always told by people “your books are about the search for identity” and she always wants to say “yes, the realization that it’s a POINTLESS search for identity.”

They talked about David Foster Wallace and how you have to get beneath the surface. That it’s very easy for critics/readers to dismiss him due to his smart-aleck, wise-ass exterior, but that what’s he’s really trying to figure out is what truth is.

She talked about how the new modern model of a reader is that of a film watcher “here I am, entertain me” whereas the classical model of a reader (which is mostly lost at this point) was that of an amateur musician, sitting down in front of a piece of music you don’t know, that may have elements your skills will not let you comprehend, yet putting forth the effort, using all your skills to try and learn it and get to know it and the more you give, the more you will get back. I agree, and that evolution into stupidity is a real loss we’ve suffered (and continue to) as this world has evolved.
As Silverblatt replied: “This was once known: the reading of novels and poetry was instruction in how to be human.”

She also talked about how to be a good writer is more than just craft; you must educate your consciousness. When you write a bad book, it’s not just that the book was bad, but that you were a bad author of it, that you failed in your writing.

She disputes the (in her words) “currently very popular” idea that the whole point of life is to “find out who you are.” And said that the idea behind On Beauty was that it was full of people terrified of becoming less of who they are by pursuing what’s most meaningful to them.

Currently Recommended Reading.

Towing Jehovah, by James Morrow. Sci fi with a religious focus (but you don’t have to BE religious to understand the references/jokes/etc.).

Sharp Objects, by Gillian Flynn. A murder mystery and psychological thriller-type novel, but very much literature rather than “just genre fiction” as some would pejoratively say (probably including me).

I’ve got to get Jess Walter’s latest onto my reading pile.

Even if not for all the fabulous reviews it (The Zero) is getting, for the fact that he posted this hilarious quote on the Powell’s guest author blog:

To me, golf is like karaoke: the only thing more pathetic than being bad at it is being good at it.

That paragraph also started with this hilarity: I once broke my collarbone in a golf tournament. Technically, I suppose, the injury was more of a gin-drinking accident than a golf accident, but it still says a lot about my relationship to the game that it’s my fondest golf memory.

Like Synesthesia, but Tactile-Based Rather than Color.

“What could be more dry than a statistic? More indifferent than a number? To be treated like a number, in common parlance, is to become an entirely replaceable part — an object lesson in depersonalization.”

Two is solid and tingly, like the Liberty Bell….Eight is rough and hard like a stone, and 10 is smooth like a pebble on the beach. Nine…seems ready not only to ring but to shatter and burst like a fruit. [quoting Richard Friedberg]

–“Mind Over Matter, Conversations with the Cosmos”, by K.C. Cole.

So Beautiful It Hurts.

But you know what really broke my heart? When you described yourself to me to make sure. Because of how you somehow diminished yourself into one single sentence, in parentheses on top of that (“Quite tall, long curly messy hair, glasses…”). If you really feel yourself to be in parentheses — at least let me squeeze into them as well and let the whole world remain outside. Let the world only be the element outside the parentheses that will multiply us on the inside.
–from “Be My Knife” by David Grossman.

Yearning, and bittersweet, and oh so very, very sexy. It’s almost hard to read it in public.

Books to Consider from Slightly Foxed #11

  • L’Etranger, by Albert Camus (have I never read this?)
  • Modesty Blaise books, by Peter O’Donnell (a fictional Emma Peel!)
  • Asylum Piece or Julie and the Bazooka, by Anna Kavan
  • Stranger on Earth, bio of Anna Kavan, by Jeremy Reed
  • The Leopard, by Guiseppe di Lampedusa
  • The Papers of A.J. Wentworth B.A., by H.F. Ellis

KCRW’s Bookworm: John Updike (Part 2, 9/21)

I’m not a big Updike fan, but he had some really interesting things to say here. Shorter (or fewer) questions from Michael Silverblatt than usual, and he let Updike ramble on. Pretty cool talk.

Although note that I only listened to Part 2 because I either accidentally deleted Part 1 or did not manage to load it to my iPod.

Recommendation.

Egyptian novelist Naguib Mahfouz died this week.

If you haven’t read it, I can personally highly recommend his Cairo trilogy: Palace Walk; Palace of Desire; and Sugar Street. I also liked Midaq Alley. Last year I read The Dreams, which was wonderful, although very, very different from his earlier works; a different kind of ‘thoughtful.’

Like many intelligent writers who don’t let politics or religion determine the content of their fiction, he has been reviled by Islamic Fundamentalists, blasted with blasphemy charges, and was even stabbed nearly to death by one some years ago (in the early 90s I believe).

Fucking Idiot Fundamentalists – they’re destructive in every country now aren’t they INCLUDING OUR OWN.