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More below the fold (Click):,
Where Poetry Matters;
Possible Borders Buyers;
Kindle Trackers Ignore Self-Pubs;
Chandler on Writing Mysteries;
Big Seven with Amazon;
YA: Support or Suppress?
Apple Okays Apps Again;
Hearst Thinks Digital;
Dustbowl: Closing Poems;
The Generals of October;
Arrest in Bahrain: Where Poets are Relevant The arrest of poet Ayat al-Qormozi, 20 (a woman), underscores the relevance of artists as antennae of the raceat least, in the developing world, where words are still considered dangerous by cowardly and brutal regimes. In the Western din of free speech, written and spoken words are in surplus, like nuisance carrier pigeons or buffalo needing pest conrolespecially in the U.S. cultural circus of the absurd, with all of its shallow, pseudo-religious and pseudo-patriotic posturing, and the ongoing, resulting cultural and economic catastrophe. In the West, sales and dollar earnings are the only yardstick for relevance or success in anything, and poetry doesn't even rate a blip on the penny stocks board. The Western surplus of words is dramatically opposed by a dearth of freely spoken words in developing societies, where words do not draw laughter or yawns, but death sentences. Al-Qormozi alleges she has been tortured. Almost infinitely more insidious is the allegation of Orwellian police tactics. Her father, it is claimed, was forced to betray her to the security gestapo under threat of their harming his other children. In Western society, she would be at worst ignored, even laughed at, especially if she self-published her work. In Bahrain, she receives torture, and her family death threats. The only silver lining in this vast, sad cloud is that poetry is alive and functioning somewhere in the world.
Possible Buyers for Borders As the second-largest U.S. print retailer swings in the wind, several possible buyers have emerged to bring it back from Chaper 11. But are their attentions realistically going to prevent Borders from heading the opposite way into Chapter 7 and liquidation? (Wall Street Journal 7 June 2011)
Self-Pubs Forgotten By Kindle Trackers Nobody wants to deny Michael Connelly, or any other talented author (print or digital) their well-deserved moment in the sun. That said, we learn that Michael Connelly, successful author of 23 print novels, "joins an elite group being called by Amazon the 'Kindle Million Club.'" Russ Grandinetti, vice president of Kindle Content, congratulates Connelly in a press release, saying: " it's no surprise to see him join the ranks of other writers of popular series in the Million Club." Here's the definition of terms: "The club consists of authors who have sold more than 1 million Kindle books in the Kindle Store, and Connelly has just become the seventh author to become a 'member.' Connelly joins Stieg Larsson, James Patterson, Nora Roberts, Charlaine Harris, Lee Child and Suzanne Collins " Those are the alleged seven members of this 'club.' It seems that another member is Amanda Hocking. Nowhere is she mentioned. Amanda does represent a kind of hero image to all the struggling digital self-publishers of this brave new world. The difference may be that Amanda is a smart, self-made, self-published Kindle millionaire and million-seller. Therefore, it is the knee-jerk reflex of print shills not to bother mentioning her achievement. This is of course probably nothing more than a faux-pas, a dernier cri of the dying print monolith. Their brontosaurian roars echo among the dales and vales of digital platforms, where agile, tiny digital author-mammals preen in the shelter of happily surviving trees. The same adjustment in hat sizes and megaphones, yet to be grasped by the Big Six, also should be internalized by those who act as their eager billboards. All too familiar are painful memories of recent days when digital books were not considered 'real books,' and were utterly ignored. Grandinetti's facile paean underscores another reality of publishing: that series work, and stand-alones don't. That's on the commercial side, ever a reality, and a religion for print gate keepers of recent generations. Now can you imagine if Boris Pasternak, in order to sign and tap-dance for small beer and a hot dog in the bordellos of Printistan, would have been required to write a series called Doctor Zhivago, Return of Doctor Zhivago, Doctor Zhivago: Slasher Part III, and so on? Look for a lot more digital, self-published 'members' crashing this faux 'club.' The tick marks are theirs, not minethe irony thus actually works even better as unintended humor. A wink is in order. (Book Business 7 June 2011)
Raymond Chandler on Writing Detective Fiction (1950). A rant before its time, this little scherzando by Chandler holds that " you get the tone of the book page in your daily paper and the earnest and fatuous atmosphere breathed by discussion groups in little clubs. These are the people who make bestsellers, which are promotional jobs based on a sort of indirect snob-appeal, carefully escorted by the trained seals of the critical fraternity, and lovingly tended and watered by certain much too powerful pressure groups whose business is selling books, although they would like you to think they are fostering culture. Just get a little behind in your payments and you will find out how idealistic they are" (University of Texas, American Literature Archive)
Amazon as Publisher. We entertain speculations about whether Amazon will become the seventh of a new Big Seven. The six original cartel members are running scared, but then they are jumping at every shadow these days, with their former empire every day looking more and more like Romanov court etiquette in early 1917. “ You had six players sitting at the table playing poker; then a seventh player who has more money than the others, combined, sat down at the table, and the price of playing poker just went up” (Christian Science Monitor 8 Jun 2011)
Young Adult: Writing with Controversies. Enid Blyton and Beatrix Potter are two of the most beloved of all children's authors, yet reams have been written to indict as well as defend them. Young adult fares similarly. Is the truth subversive? Must children be shielded from reality? Do books give them a powerful and ancient weapon of literary sorcery to control the fearful and violent world of schools where shooters may take lives at any moment, and where bullies and other criminals run rampant? Or should books be banned, or even burned? That's what it really boils down to. It's the same old discussion between have-wits and half-wits (Publishers Weekly 9 Jun 2011)
Apple Reverses Course on Apps. Until recently, iPad owners could use free Amazon apps to buy Kindle-based dititalia to read on their iPad. Apple's primordial instinct was to see lost revenues, and raise a digital curtain to protect its isolated domain. Now it appears second thoughts are wafting through the paranoid fruit kingdom (Bloomberg 9 Jun 2011)
Hearst Thinks Digital. The magazine giant, which acquired RealAge.com some years ago, appears to be seriously thinking about the necessary leap from print magazines to digital, focusing on apps and pads (Huffington Post 9 Jun 2011)
Dustbowl: Poetic Close. We end today as we began, with poetry. Here is a cleverly composited collection of poetry about a long-ago U.S. disaster. Actually, it's a disaster within a disaster, or better yet, a chain of disasters with matruschka doll continuity. The Dust Bowl was an agrarian distaster that occurred within the broader catastrophe of the Great Depression. The U.S. economy had been trashed by a decade of Republican excess (sound familiar in 2011?) during the Roaring 20s, and the Party of Billionaire's insistence, under the leaderlessness of Herbert Hoover, on doing nothing to intervene. Shades of modern teabagger ignorance and gullibility in trashing government just when it's the only way out of this growing nighttime of foreclosures, job loss, and insolvency. Republicans, a wholly owned political arm of the large monopoly corporations, want government to go away, because regulations that favor working people, children, and the environment are generally bad for the laissez-faire bottom line. Universal healthcare, for example, would cut out the entire worthless, nonproductive Health Denial Industry, thus saving 1/3 of all health care dollars without lifting a finger. Whether we are again at the edge of the abyss is not the question; whether we have the will to grasp the truth and save ourselves is the real question. Hint: the billionaires did splendidly during the 1930s, and they will rejoice greatly during the growing apocalypse they caused in the 2010s. Aside from that, the Dust Bowl reflects bigger things than we realize. In itself, it came from a biblical drought, complete with noissome insects, that lifted millions of tons of soil-turned-into-dust into the heavens and blew entire farms away, while destitute farmers went mad or left for California. In the larger framework, the Industrial Revolution was still working its grand opera, turning the U.S. from an agrarian into an urban, industrial nation with all the pain that entailed, including every rube fancying himself a financial genius while the Republicans stole his wallet, and in the end the Great Depression. The great farm depression of 1921-22, long forgotten, was one of the worst financial and cultural crises in U.S. history. It readied a nation of stunned and confused people for the dark hours of the Depression and the drought. Woe that there might be locusts in the air today, and the sky dark with apocalyptically drizzling powder. According to a recent survey, fully 48% of U.S. respondents felt another great depression is just around the corner. These poems may come handy. After the 9/11 disaster so engraved on the U.S. psyche that it requires no mention of the year, New York City school children, mindful of the disaster that befell Pompeii in 79 CE, did poems and drawings that they and their teachers dedicated "by the children of New York City, to the children of Pompeii." (WordPress.com 23 Aug 2011)
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Stephen Crane: Bio Sketch. Stephen Crane was the eighth and last surviving child of fourteen (six died in childhood). His loving but overwhelmed parents were conservative Protestants (the father a Methodist minister, the mother a clergyman's daughter). Crane could trace his lineage to the 1638 founders of New Haven Colony in Connecticut (Puritans), and had an ancestor who fought with distinction in the Revolutionary War. His father wrote of Crane that he was a sickly child and "we are very worried about him." His mother was active in the Women's Christian Temperance movement, whose more radical wing was led by women like Carrie Nation who invaded saloons with platoons of like-minded, axe-wielding crusaders. Crane spoke of his mother as being more intelligent and tolerant than her fellow temperamentalists. The more remarkable wing of this movement created the U.S. movement to install public water fountains, often surmounted by statues of the Greek Hebe (Roman Iuventas, Youth). The humor and irony were evident: these garden fonts were 'Fountains of Youth' dedicated to abstinence from alcohol. His loving and relatively tolerant parents offered their physically frail but mentally robust child an ideal platform for the great writer he was to become. In school, he excelled at athletics, especially the U.S. national sport of baseball, but was a student of mixed energies, indifferent in some areas, who never finished college. He had a natural flair in literature and history studies, but was less interested in mathematics and the sciences. The precocious 'Stevie' bore some of the staunch moralist genes of his forebears, and a good deal of intellectual courage as well, which drove him to become a crusading journalist. He began his writing career in newspapers and journals, and published small pieces. A heavy smoker with a hacking cough and thin physique, he seems to have tended toward strongly sexed and unconventional women. His first major liaison was with a married woman, who nearly eloped with him, but the relationship foundered on the shoals of his poverty and poor prospects. He became notorious due to an incident, while he was interviewing several prostitutes for the type of story that would become his Maggie. He and the prostitutes were arrested by a plain-clothes detective. During an ensuing lawsuit, the detective physically assaulted the woman bringing suit. Coming to her defense, the valiant Crane saw his reputation destroyed in a staunchly Victorian U.S. society. The detective got off and the woman lost her case. The story made national news in the Yellow Press, and earned Crane both notoriety and disapproval that affected his literary career. Crane's longer term relationship was with a former bordello madam, Cora Taylor. Taylor was a Bohemian type from a wealthy family and 'good breeding,' who ran a brothel in Jacksonville, Florida when she and Crane met. Crane had a long-term fascination not just with bawdy houses, but with poverty and flop houses, and most importantly with the people who lived in them. In that narrow sense, he reminds a bit of Charles Dickens in London, half a century earlier, who was the best-known investigative journalist of his day.
Maggie: A Girl of the Streets (1893). Crane's first novel remains an innovative classic of Naturalism or Realism. This controversial artistic movement put a target on the U.S. author's back, because the theory was to replace sentimental, false images of ghettos and poverty with unvarnished, realistic grit that told the true story. Such controversial, crusading honesty was barely possible for U.S. society to swallow or to permit.
Stephen Crane's short life involved a tension between his physical frailty and his robust lifestyle. He made studying the slums, the poor, and their personalities his major life's task. Like Teddy Roosevelt, he was a frail man who boosted his vigor through adventuresome living. Like Edgar Allan Poe, he spent several early years in a military academy (Poe, West Point; Crane,
The Red Badge of Courage (1895). Two years of research and writing later, Crane's immortal Civil War novel appeared. In it, Stephen Crane continued to chart new territory. Technically, it is an impressionist work in the sense that he used stream of consciousness to realistically portray the protagonist's inner
feelings. The protagonist feels fear, even fights cowardice, and longs for a 'red badge' (wound) to demonstrate his courage in a real waynot only to the world, but to himself. Just as Crane avoided portraying Maggie as a heroic, sentimental heroine of the streets, so his protagonist Henry Fleming is a realistic individual rather than the typical larger than life warrior modeled on Classical and Teutonic mythologies. Crane's hero is an anti-hero, a coward who flees in battle, and must redeem himself by becoming the next battle's standard-bearer. Crane is thought to have interviewed dozens of real-life veterans of the Civil War, just as he did hands-on and feet-on groundwork for Maggie's story. There is a special lesson for neophyte writers here. We are familiar with 'write what you know.' Crane got to intimately know the often sordid and harsh reality of the streets, including his choice of women. Because Crane lived between wars, he did the next best thing, and interviewed those who had really lived the battles, the deaths, the maimings, and the terror. He did not attempt to color or sanitize their experiences to shape them into maudlin schoolmasterish 'moral lessons' (like those taught by the huffing school teacher Kantorek in the film All Is Quiet on the Western Front (1930), whom the protagonist Paul Bäumer vilifies when returning home on leave. (The hero's role as Paul Bäumer was played by the actor Lew Ayres, 1908-1996, a pacifist who served with distinction as a U.S. Army medic in World War II, and went on to star in such major roles as the Governor of Hawai'i in the original Hawai'i 5-0 and as Dr. Kildare in the eponymous TV series.) After some rejections and missteps, a heavily edited serial version of The Red Badge of Courage appeared in syndication in a number of newspapers in 1895. Even in its butchered form, the book caused a stir and made a name for Stephen Crane, who by then had a little over four years left to live. A question, of course, is what he might have accomplished had he not died at age 28.
The Open Boat (1897). Among his shorter works, The Open Boat is the most iconic and most often anthologized. It is based on a true story of struggle, heroism, and survival amid nature's fatal furies. It has been described as a naturalistic horror story among other things. Crane may not have lived the Civil War of his red badge novel, but he lived The Open Boat. He barely survived, while watching a fellow survivor drown during the ordeal. The open boat is a natural metaphor for many philosophical issues, including the individual's survival in a hostile universebe it the forces and terrors of nature, or the farces and horrors of mankind.
Global Perspectives. As a struggling freelance writer, Crane struggled to bring unsentimental, un-Romanticist, un-Victorian true stories to the public consciousness. This made him one of the nation's premier Naturalist or Realist writers. He was a man ahead of his time. As an early adapter of stream-of-consciousness as a literary technique, he mirrored the growing Modern Art and general Impressionist movement. In fact, one of the powerful motifs in Crane's work is the repeated and effective use of strong and chromatic colors. This may well signal his strong and technically adept interest in the growing, avant-garde modernist movements emanating from France at the time. If the U.S. was a religious and political colony of the British Empire, and a Commonwealth nation in all but name, then France was the capital of an artistic empire. Paris at Fin de Siecle epitomized a counter-spirit of the Grand Tour, in being the capital of avant-garde music, painting, and literature. Crane was at the forefront of an innovative artistic spirit so fragile in far-away 'America' (a nation that does not exist in reality, but is the shining Utopia of militant propagandists throughout U.S. history). The U.S., whose Transcendentalist revolution in the 1830s had galvanized the world, and had drawn the likes of Alexis de Toqueville to write about U.S. democracy, had become industrialized and homogenized in that same 1830s revolution. The steamroller that outgunned and outmanned the secessionist South easily championed the cause of Gilded Age industrialists over the reformers and democratic Constitutionalists of labor. The press had become a national, mass produced instrument in support of not only a geographical Manifest Destiny, but a brooding, shadowless Giorgio de Chirico-like antitopia of laissez-faire capitalism that blended well with the dominant native Puritanism (and still works very effectively in the early 21st Century). The Bohemian Jewish author Franz Kafka (1883-1924) immortalized a similar spirit of industrial, faceless repression, specifically in the Austro-Hungarian milieu, but foreseeing the proletarian terrors of Fascism and Soviet Communism on a more universal scale.
Naturalism or Realism was a broad artistic movement that sought to take the arts beyond the pietarian establishment's politicized, institutionalized, industrialized, and authorized mediocrities. In his tale of the streets, he painted an unvarnished and unsentimental image of the slums that defied what the establishment permitted. The sanitized arts mandate was practiced, for example, by communities across the U.S. that banned nudity or suggestiveness in sculpture, and put paper legs on Thanksgiving turkeys' roasted ankles. Amid an upsurge of cyclical religious revivalism, such repression was convenient to Gilded Age industrial dukes like Astor and Vanderbilt, and their rupertose heralds like William Randolph Hearst as they mustered new wars and conquests (Hawai'i in 1893, Spanish Empire in 1898). In the 'mother country,' Britain, youthful men and women of the ruling class, during the British Empire, were socially compelled to make a horrified and cautious, once-in-a-lifetime pilgrimagecommonly known as the Grand Tourthrough Catholic France and Italy. These nations were officially seen as inferior and degenerate in their past glories, while remaining unfortunate museums of great, seminal art dating to the Roman and Medieval past. These lost glories must be selectively sampled in light of British Imperial and Anglican religious superiorities. This attitude was dutifully mirrored by the neo-colonial Henry James in works like Daisy Miller. The spirit survives in the 21st Century U.S., where the popular 'tea-bagger' underbelly of ignorance includes in its antipantheon the Frenchman as 'queers' and 'cowards.' In a similar context, we must not forget to mention 'liberalism' and 'humanism' as bêtes-noires of the goose-stepping barrel-bottom of society, in Crane's day and ours. Not peculiar to any age or nation, this relentless march to tyranny is part of the Human Condition, with its cycle of tragedies. Compare with Hitler's and Stalin's smear campaigns against other ephemeral targets (Jews, homosexuals, etc.) designed to drum up fanatical nationalism for a hobnailed Rockettes dance on the road to ruin. Financial support for the world's Hitlers is to be found in the banking and investment establishment, which eagerly plays the strong horse every time, seen before the starting gate. For a good sense of the Grand Tour, we read E. M. Forster's Humanistic 1908 novel criticizing repressive Edwardian society, A Room With A View. In Room, Forster's characters take the Grand Tour a notch further and portrays the Italians as 'free' and 'sexually liberated,' versus their stuffy imperial opposites from the rainy and gloomy isles. As cultural slaves to the 'Mother Country,' as many in the U.S. called England, Americans (e.g., Edward Hopper) dutifully made their own Grand Tour to the art capital of the world in Paris. Crane never made it past Cuba, but his signal Realist (or Naturalist) short story The Open Boat became a universal classic. This was based on a true story of his shipwreck off Florida in 1897. He was on his way to Cuba to a job as a news correspondent in the runup to the Spanish-American War of 1898, when his steamer sank and he was adrift in an open boat for about thirty hours. One of the men on the lifeboat died as the small craft overturned in heavy surf off Ponce de Leon Light, south of Daytona Beach, Florida. H.G. Wells praised The Open Boat as Crane's finest work. In his final few years, Crane managed to attract worldwide attention. He received disparagement from some authors, like Ambrose Bierce, but greater praise from the likes of H. G. Wells and Joseph Conrad. One wonders if Crane would have engaged somehow in the antics of Teddy Roosevelt and other attention-grabbers, as in the charge up San Juan Hill. One wonders what Crane would have made of his first real opportunity to see the nitty-gritty of battle for himself. We can be sure the world would have received at least one more classic novel. Like so many lost Iliads and Odysseys, it just wasn't meant to be.
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