You never get to see the insides of the fanciest houses on Beacon Hill or in the Back Bay. Most of the multi-milllion-dollar houses and condos (?!) on public real estate listings are gauche renovations done by developers and nouveau riche. (Although it's a little surprising what kinds of things do end up listed publicly on the Internet, once you figure out where to look. There are web sites for private islands, tropical villas, and hundred-million-dollar yachts
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I know what you mean about needing to be able to actually see. (Well, your problem may not be the same as mine, but this strategy makes me think so.) As I've said before, I have so much trouble writing about things I haven't actually experienced; I always feel like I'm generating only one-dimensional generics if I haven't experienced a thing, at least by sight. So I definitely use the internets to capture images of stuff I want to describe: the innards of an antique pocket watch, for instance, or a San Fernando Valley high school.
I always worry when looking for models that I will end up leaning on verisimilitude in place of imagination. Authenticity of representation, whatever that means, is something some people seek, in the historical novel or whatever, but it's not what I'm interested in. But there's an opposite danger, the one-dimensional generic or, as my occasional tendency has been, the stand-in cliche. I care about experience, too, like a good modernist, so I do need to have my phenomenological gestalts, based in sensory detail, even if I'm not poring over Ames-Webster floorplans to lay out the Worthington-Shays
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p.s. I just read your review of Collected Body, which is, of course, terrific. I am intrigued, as I should be. And I especially like these observations:
"Mort transforms the genre of memoir into a figure for memory itself, all its meandering, omission, and contradiction."
"This derangement captures poetry’s peril: runaway metaphors multiplying out to infinity, psychosis holding sway when anything can stand for anything else."
and!
"This figure of the garden, coming not long after the pears, exemplifies the body, but also the book, itself a figure for the body, just as the prose memoir form is a figure for memory. And a tidy body is a lie."
Oh good. I was really worried about the memoir-memory thing--isn't that just literally what a memoir is? But no, it isn't. Memoirs aren't like the act of remembering, typically. Or so I thought. Think. Thanks.
Reviews are strange, or this one was, because these ideas might be mine, but they don't feel like mine, because they came from the book. I didn't expect them to find them in the book, and I didn't see them the first several times I read the book, but they eventually came through, so maybe the ideas weren't mine at all. Writing this review felt like a strange collaboration, but that itself is a testimony to the strength of the book. If as Stevens said, the poem must resist the intelligence almost successfully, that's exactly what this book did for me.
I do have another review in progress; we'll see if this phenomenon continues. I hear that you can sometimes get paid for reviews--is that true?
Re: Thank you!thelicanJanuary 17 2012, 19:40:30 UTC
Right! A lot of memoirs are way too tidy.
Yeah, reviews are strange that way. I always kind of feel like I'm speaking for two, or channeling some authorial spirit and reporting. But it's also oddly personal, because you're putting your interpretation, your reaction, up for all to see - and respond to. But I guess that's what still draws me to reviewing (though I've been drawn more to reviewing movies lately): I want, in a way that's both self-involved and outwardly angled, to work through my impressions and see whether they jibe or clash with the general.
Good! Getting paid for reviews? I hear at the bigger name publications that's true; I'm not sure about the LARB, but have you thought of trying that? (Science pays a $100 honorarium. It all adds up to about, you know, 50 cents an hour.)
Fifty cents an hour, LOL LOL LOL. Loll. Lull. I know CPR allegedly pays, also Iowa Review and New Letters (I think?). None of them pay much, I know, and nothing one could actually live on, but the idea of maybe paying for a month of health insurance while actually advancing the writing career in some oblique way is too appealing.
Science could be fun. Are most markets willing to hand you a book from their review shelf, or is it better to come with a pitch?
But yeah, reviews feel oddly material, corporeal. You can't dissipate the way an author of fiction/poetry does, but you can choose to be artistically present. So strange.
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I know what you mean about needing to be able to actually see. (Well, your problem may not be the same as mine, but this strategy makes me think so.) As I've said before, I have so much trouble writing about things I haven't actually experienced; I always feel like I'm generating only one-dimensional generics if I haven't experienced a thing, at least by sight. So I definitely use the internets to capture images of stuff I want to describe: the innards of an antique pocket watch, for instance, or a San Fernando Valley high school.
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"Mort transforms the genre of memoir into a figure for memory itself, all its meandering, omission, and contradiction."
"This derangement captures poetry’s peril: runaway metaphors multiplying out to infinity, psychosis holding sway when anything can stand for anything else."
and!
"This figure of the garden, coming not long after the pears, exemplifies the body, but also the book, itself a figure for the body, just as the prose memoir form is a figure for memory. And a tidy body is a lie."
I love these ideas.
You're writing more reviews?
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Reviews are strange, or this one was, because these ideas might be mine, but they don't feel like mine, because they came from the book. I didn't expect them to find them in the book, and I didn't see them the first several times I read the book, but they eventually came through, so maybe the ideas weren't mine at all. Writing this review felt like a strange collaboration, but that itself is a testimony to the strength of the book. If as Stevens said, the poem must resist the intelligence almost successfully, that's exactly what this book did for me.
I do have another review in progress; we'll see if this phenomenon continues. I hear that you can sometimes get paid for reviews--is that true?
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Yeah, reviews are strange that way. I always kind of feel like I'm speaking for two, or channeling some authorial spirit and reporting. But it's also oddly personal, because you're putting your interpretation, your reaction, up for all to see - and respond to. But I guess that's what still draws me to reviewing (though I've been drawn more to reviewing movies lately): I want, in a way that's both self-involved and outwardly angled, to work through my impressions and see whether they jibe or clash with the general.
Good! Getting paid for reviews? I hear at the bigger name publications that's true; I'm not sure about the LARB, but have you thought of trying that? (Science pays a $100 honorarium. It all adds up to about, you know, 50 cents an hour.)
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Science could be fun. Are most markets willing to hand you a book from their review shelf, or is it better to come with a pitch?
But yeah, reviews feel oddly material, corporeal. You can't dissipate the way an author of fiction/poetry does, but you can choose to be artistically present. So strange.
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I am a dual-citizen on Dreamwidth, too, FWIW.
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