tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-86841100259730645142024-03-12T22:25:53.891-07:00Levin at LargeCrime Fact, Fiction, and Film; Writing on War; and MoreDoug Levinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05442233093216368844noreply@blogger.comBlogger95125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684110025973064514.post-27146931859078064332023-05-31T16:34:00.001-07:002023-05-31T16:34:44.488-07:00Alive and Branching Out<div>I'm still alive, thankfully, and slowly returning to full volume.</div><div><br /></div><div>Since I started this blog, the personal artsy blog as a concept seems to be fading away. I guess I should be on Substack or Medium, but I only have so much to say. I used to book review for the <i>Oregonian</i>, then I book reviewed here, then I wrote Goodreads reviews, and then... Well, I still read, but I'm withholding my opinion.</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha4C8F-aTF39zjjxYoseoR1YJrmuDhSpbHxFNZKttDqDFnyIAYKbyHPhFZsyPjKeMZGEE3UyX8Kp_Owu16eid5icoR2zJaQjpJvO5HUjX3KTTa8cvjYwgNAfoOu2S__fFlvH79PBT6F9AOoSUaCZ_4usqyHuHjKu1VT7niGvaFpcJenHsN_gCH_HrdNw/s880/YouWillSeeUs.png" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Movie poster of "You Will See Us."" border="0" data-original-height="880" data-original-width="880" height="288" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEha4C8F-aTF39zjjxYoseoR1YJrmuDhSpbHxFNZKttDqDFnyIAYKbyHPhFZsyPjKeMZGEE3UyX8Kp_Owu16eid5icoR2zJaQjpJvO5HUjX3KTTa8cvjYwgNAfoOu2S__fFlvH79PBT6F9AOoSUaCZ_4usqyHuHjKu1VT7niGvaFpcJenHsN_gCH_HrdNw/w288-h288/YouWillSeeUs.png" width="288" /></a></div>Writing: Early in the pandemic, I wrote what I thought was a great COVID story, but I couldn't sell it. I also finished a novel -- and then slowly revised it. More to come on this, I hope.</div><div><br /></div><div>But writing is a lonely task, so I've been branching out to some other arts. In early 2021 -- pre-vaccine for my age category -- I acted in a short film. We took COVID precautions, and all of my shots were outdoors. My main scene got cut, so I ended up appearing in about 0.2 seconds of "You Will See Us," an award-winning horror short, written and directed by my friend <a href="https://www.jwolfewriter.com/" target="_blank">Jenn Wolfe</a>.</div><div><br /></div><div>Then, earlier this month, I acted in a feature-length film, also written and directed by Jenn. It's a small budget film, but not micro-budget. The cast and crew were great -- and the sets looked fantastic. I played a street drunk -- I have no lines, but I make two humorous gestures. I'll post more about this when the film is launched. Now I'm waiting for Hollywood to call.</div><div><br /></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv_mBTn_Vp3_aCyTOk8Fvklp_NC4o1mIkfOnU58ASwA41VZNVKqmSVO-EAYACMPAW7ZwzeJLMjUNcP-Y-moFoASYLVs628nk6VkUhWfWDJvbFZMEkVDjo6pJ_tuYukav-AV0OgCm2V5l_Zh8UAFO4m8DitEC-3UOdX3llA3zbGd2L9Dr6twYmy_khtGw/s4032/IMG_0645(1).jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="Wooden sculpture on fire." border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="282" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhv_mBTn_Vp3_aCyTOk8Fvklp_NC4o1mIkfOnU58ASwA41VZNVKqmSVO-EAYACMPAW7ZwzeJLMjUNcP-Y-moFoASYLVs628nk6VkUhWfWDJvbFZMEkVDjo6pJ_tuYukav-AV0OgCm2V5l_Zh8UAFO4m8DitEC-3UOdX3llA3zbGd2L9Dr6twYmy_khtGw/w212-h282/IMG_0645(1).jpg" width="212" /></a></div>This year and last year, I also worked on two monumental wood sculptures. It was very fulfilling to be part of a big group project and see it come together. I've also been picking up my sketchpad on occasion, which is gratifying in many ways. I've thought about combining my drawing and writing, but I don't quite have it in me to write a graphic novel or story -- and my illustrating chops aren't quite there. But a person can dream.<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>I hope to return with more updates without another two+ year interval. </div>Doug Levinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05442233093216368844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684110025973064514.post-70195370459956941132020-11-16T20:38:00.003-08:002020-11-16T21:04:02.020-08:00My New Story, "Tamales for Sale," Appears in Latest AHMM<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdLdF6nNjLMUQb9KEQp7WtyN1q0Lj9fLFPb14apT6P-w0JecZkNXXTkYIFIvdYtLE04UXfQssMXKiWNRSTLl1h_4loNZsCUTEScrc40AGjfyj7QosfdQs5zpa_LgiuctLn_Scb6oYj0pjP/s2048/AHMM-Cover-Nov-Dec-2020.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="Image of cover of Alfred Hitchcock's Mystery Magazine, November/December 2020" border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1426" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdLdF6nNjLMUQb9KEQp7WtyN1q0Lj9fLFPb14apT6P-w0JecZkNXXTkYIFIvdYtLE04UXfQssMXKiWNRSTLl1h_4loNZsCUTEScrc40AGjfyj7QosfdQs5zpa_LgiuctLn_Scb6oYj0pjP/w223-h320/AHMM-Cover-Nov-Dec-2020.jpg" width="223" /></a></div>I am still alive -- but I've nearly turned invisible. I've even given up writing my Goodreads reviews (see the widget to the right), though I hope to return to it at some point.<p></p><p>The truth is, I've had little writing news to share. I have been working on a novel -- and then occasionally taking a break to write a story. Speaking of which, I have a new story, "Tamales for Sale," in <i><a href="https://www.alfredhitchcockmysterymagazine.com/" target="_blank">Alfred Hitchcock's Mystery Magazine</a> </i>-- the November/December 2020 double issue.</p><p>The story centers on a family of undocumented Mexican immigrants in the U.S. -- a grandmother and her adult granddaughter and <br />grandson -- who cook and sell tamales. The grandmother is a curandera; originally I toyed with the idea of calling the story, "The Curandera's Tamales."</p><p>I wrote the story in 2015, which now seems like a totally different era. I don't know if I would've had the nerve to write it today. I aim to treat my characters with respect -- and to render them with detail. I also try to meaningfully capture the challenges the characters face. At the same time, I am not Mexican and have not personally lived with the fear and pressures experienced by the characters.</p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZIPJoBLnLRBhuurLmODuTC2CFy-QQO2zaMcxpJkRJy_hhlpmCi2ZHT6GSjemI_g8lzyy-oo1moPj9UIdjrI60fgxVpPArCi9C9O6wgZ8NJPxnBy5Qr0SpJ72Id0SVl6wkmMZKZJ-gN_Dc/s2048/AHMM-Masthead-Nov-Dec-2020.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1556" data-original-width="2048" height="304" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZIPJoBLnLRBhuurLmODuTC2CFy-QQO2zaMcxpJkRJy_hhlpmCi2ZHT6GSjemI_g8lzyy-oo1moPj9UIdjrI60fgxVpPArCi9C9O6wgZ8NJPxnBy5Qr0SpJ72Id0SVl6wkmMZKZJ-gN_Dc/w400-h304/AHMM-Masthead-Nov-Dec-2020.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><p></p><p>In 2010, I had a story, <a href="https://douglevin.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-new-story-docile-shark-excerpted-on.html" target="_blank">"The Docile Shark" in <i>Ellery Queen's Mystery Magazine</i></a> that featured a Mexican tour and snorkeling guide, Felipe. The story turns, I hope, on the pathos of Felipe's experience.</p><p>Retrospectively, I find myself muddling through these cultural questions about representation and appropriation. I welcome comments and messages to help me along. </p>Doug Levinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05442233093216368844noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684110025973064514.post-823794145490531542018-07-25T15:57:00.002-07:002018-07-25T15:57:27.962-07:00Scream is Out<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Yesterday was the official publication date of <a href="https://www.harpercollins.com/9780062495693/scream-and-scream-again/" target="_blank"><i>Scream and Scream Again!</i> </a>from HarperCollins and the Mystery Writers of America (MWA). Edited by R.L. "Goosebumps" Stine, this horror-mystery anthology for middle-school readers includes a story of mine, "The Trouble with Squirrels."<br />
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When I joined the MWA, I hoped to have lots of leads into anthologies. This expectation didn't entirely pan out, but the MWA does sponsor an anthology most years. (The organization has taken some years off and did a cookbook a few years ago.) I've submitted a few times, but this story is my first MWA acceptance. (Another story that was rejected by the MWA got accepted by a storied magazine; a few others are moldering in drawers.)<br />
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"The Trouble with Squirrels" began as a dark story for adults, simply called, "Squirrel." I thought of it as my Roald Dahl-inspired story. I kept the overarching story for "Trouble," but made many, many changes, including transforming my adult protagonist into a curious kid. I also toned down the horror and gore.<br />
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In my Portland, Oregon, neighborhood, there is a house whose owner feeds squirrels. Peanut shells strew the property and then radiate outward across the neighborhood. Some years, we are overrun with squirrels. This is the genesis of the story.<br />
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While Bob Stine made the final selection of stories, provided a story, and wrote the introduction, the project itself was managed by John Helfers of <a href="http://stonehenge-editorial.com/" target="_blank">Stonehenge Editorial</a>. John was a pleasure to work with.<br />
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Though <i>Scream</i> published yesterday, I think the bigger promotional push will come in the weeks leading up to Halloween. The movie <i>Goosebumps 2: Haunted Halloween</i> hits theaters on October 12, and maybe this book will try to ride the coattails a bit.Doug Levinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05442233093216368844noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684110025973064514.post-66728921753242885762018-03-19T21:57:00.002-07:002018-03-19T21:57:57.733-07:00I'm Still AliveWait a minute. Three years just flew by. That's right. After maintaining this blog for several years -- usually with a post every few weeks or once a month -- I totally fell down on the job.<br />
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What happened? Well, mostly Goodreads happened. (See the widget to the right.) Instead of posting here, I wrote little book reviews on Goodreads. I guess I should cross-post my Goodreads reviews here -- if I can figure it out.<br />
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I also didn't have much news to report. The previous post, for instance, highlights <a href="http://www.thebigclickmag.com/the-friendly-animals-of-patricia-highsmith/">an essay</a> I wrote for <a href="http://www.thebigclickmag.com/" target="_blank">The Big Click</a> about Patricia Highsmith. Since then, I haven't had any startling authorial news to report.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9k3Py7YQ3-YizYarhEbzyhc6ocrSO3T4oH7fLIYS5kvAI14oRg39YMybZV8nBKLgSY2R7LHHuHS3KvVntXZK6yciYY9mNC-AwwHUVkkEgY7WE68X5ij8T46zlgEPjuWin7fgMoxUXuyNz/s1600/Scream-ARC-Small.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="897" data-original-width="688" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9k3Py7YQ3-YizYarhEbzyhc6ocrSO3T4oH7fLIYS5kvAI14oRg39YMybZV8nBKLgSY2R7LHHuHS3KvVntXZK6yciYY9mNC-AwwHUVkkEgY7WE68X5ij8T46zlgEPjuWin7fgMoxUXuyNz/s320/Scream-ARC-Small.jpg" width="244" /></a>But now I do have a small bit of news -- which has been in the works for more than a year. I recently completed copy edits of a story, "The Trouble with Squirrels," which will be published in the Mystery Writers of America anthology, <i><a href="https://www.amazon.com/Scream-Again-Horror-Mystery-Anthology/dp/0062495690/" target="_blank">Scream and Scream Again</a></i>, edited by R.L. "Goosebumps" Stine. The book comes out in late July -- and is really timed for Halloween.<br />
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The MWA has been publishing anthologies on and off for many years, but this is the organization's first book for kids. It is also my first story for children -- aimed at middle-schoolers. I'll say more about the story when the book comes out, but since the advance reader's edition is making the rounds, I thought I'd better announce that I'm still alive. I've also set up a contact form (below, to the right), so readers can send me lavish praise.Doug Levinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05442233093216368844noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684110025973064514.post-78230480325722019442015-02-10T14:11:00.000-08:002015-02-10T15:57:45.260-08:00Beastly Murder: A Gossipy Post + Highsmith<head> <meta name="description" content="The moral of the story, I guess, is that I should get out more often. Last summer, I attended a Portland edition of Noir at the Bar, hosted by local crime-writing luminary Johnny Shaw. A bunch of crime fiction writers read short selections; notably, Johnny read a damn funny fictional confession of Lee Marvin..." /> </head>
The moral of the story, I guess, is that I should get out more often. Last summer, I attended a Portland edition of <i>Noir at the Bar</i>, hosted by local crime-writing luminary <a href="http://johnnyshaw.net/" target="_blank">Johnny Shaw</a>. A bunch of crime fiction writers read short selections; notably, Johnny read a damn funny fictional confession of Lee Marvin. One writer, <a href="http://alexcrenwick.com/" target="_blank">Alex Renwick</a> (who also writes under the name, Camille Alexa), read her story "Lovely Young Losers," which was just out in <i><a href="http://www.themysteryplace.com/ahmm/" target="_blank">Alfred Hitchcock's Mystery Magazine</a></i>.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3UgDaNChYbVlnb6z2wiDqKJw22BqiDFCUSgdICb3inV2FXgfxkDr6wYmyfbzgv22dI37_sHn2078QVJHsBLVdXZ5UbE__Q5YAGS-HgjCsd0FReMPBsIgMIaZqSjxiv8zEwbgiuyA_azmg/s1600/Highsmith-BeastlyMurder.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj3UgDaNChYbVlnb6z2wiDqKJw22BqiDFCUSgdICb3inV2FXgfxkDr6wYmyfbzgv22dI37_sHn2078QVJHsBLVdXZ5UbE__Q5YAGS-HgjCsd0FReMPBsIgMIaZqSjxiv8zEwbgiuyA_azmg/s1600/Highsmith-BeastlyMurder.jpg" height="320" width="214" /></a>After the readings, Alex and I struck up a conversation about AHMM and working with the magazine's editor, Linda Landrigan. (LL has bought <a href="http://www.douglevin.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-name-under-alfred-hitchcocks-photo.html" target="_blank">one of my stories</a> and sent some kind rejections. She and her <i>Ellery Queen</i> colleague editor Janet Hutchings are actually pretty terrific, but that's another story.) It turned out that Alex was taking up the editorial mantle, guest editing an issue of <i><a href="http://www.thebigclickmag.com/" target="_blank">The Big Click</a></i>, with the theme "Bête Noire." The catch was that the issue was going to consider real (fictional) animals, not beastly people. We were informally brainstorming -- and I mentioned the James Garner movie <i>They Only Kill Their Masters</i> and Patricia Highsmith's odd and wonderful, <i>Animal-Lover's Book of Beastly Murder</i>. Alex immediately jumped on the Highsmith title and proposed that I write a "fan's review." My critical muscle hadn't been recently exercised and I was "between books" (as it were, waiting for my agent to respond to a current manuscript), so I agreed to the project.<br />
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Rereading Highsmith and writing "<a href="http://www.thebigclickmag.com/the-friendly-animals-of-patricia-highsmith/" target="_blank">The Friendly Animals of Patricia Highsmith: An Appreciation of <i>The Animal-Lover’s Book of Beastly Murder</i></a>" turned out to be a lot of fun. The piece went live last week -- so check it out on <a href="http://www.thebigclickmag.com/the-friendly-animals-of-patricia-highsmith/" target="_blank">The Big Click</a>. The bonus was getting to hang out with the super-terrific Alex and her posse of other writers. As I said, the moral of the story is that I should get out more often.Doug Levinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05442233093216368844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684110025973064514.post-71611708170706254122015-01-27T22:00:00.000-08:002015-01-27T22:00:17.394-08:00The Anguish of Plot in Dobyns and Temple<div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Dancer</i> tells the story of Frank Lazard, an investigator for the Arson Squad of the Boston Fire Department. A former fireman, Lazard was badly injured in a fire and nearly lost a leg. He walks with a cane, a young man (in his thirties) moving like an old man. He is bitter about his career, his health, and his divorce. He is a prickly guy but a good, honest investigator, though he is swept away by his anger at times. The book's main case -- but not the only one -- involves the investigation of a warehouse fire that has killed two firemen. The main suspect is a former friend of Lazard, the husband of a distant cousin of Lazard. He sticks with the case, with mixed emotions. The novel also provides snapshots of the lives of some of the other arson investigators and some of the criminals. It includes an intricately detailed description -- a chapter -- of the Fire Alarm Headquarters, a 1920s building that looks "like a giant Greco-Roman crypt... designed to be left standing after the rest of the city had burned down." </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">In other words, the book is digressive, diffuse, and messy. The pieces fit together, but not as an unfolding crime novel plot. The book would be something less without the Fire Alarm Headquarters, but the chapter could be removed and it wouldn't be missed. It provides color and even metaphoric resonance, but no plot or character essentials.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Lazard eventually solves the crime, and then resolves the complicated criminal situation in a creative way (I'm being vague to avoid spoilers). On this level, the book is satisfying, but <i>Dancer</i> is really about Lazard coming to grips or -- failing to come to grips -- with his damaged self. The crime story is somewhat muted because Dobyns has other interests and goals, though he still tells a good crime story. I suppose it is a story within the larger novel. Readers in pursuit of a breakneck, page-turning thriller would be frustrated, but I found the pacing, detail, and ancillary story lines added an emotional resonance often missing from more straight-up crime novels.</span></div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNuu18BtQTfpfc2_k1JPNIvTTuYgdv1tZbK5cJLXCqk-Geu6RkD8emgWugDfyA316Gsmkz9Oa54AtBbMLWmR_D_raC8Ro3-ixY4gwJjIvhKIJCAJqIFyvVnVUrE6Mo8JKCqX46sBbseU3x/s1600/Temple-BrokenShore.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNuu18BtQTfpfc2_k1JPNIvTTuYgdv1tZbK5cJLXCqk-Geu6RkD8emgWugDfyA316Gsmkz9Oa54AtBbMLWmR_D_raC8Ro3-ixY4gwJjIvhKIJCAJqIFyvVnVUrE6Mo8JKCqX46sBbseU3x/s1600/Temple-BrokenShore.jpg" height="200" width="200" /></a><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>The Broken Shore</i> is set on the other side of the world -- in eastern Australia -- in a provincial town, with forays to Melbourne. Like Lazard, police detective Joe Cashin is also a damaged soul. Before the novel opens, a junior partner had been killed and Cashin badly injured on the job. He is still haunted by this incident and by his difficult upbringing. His dotty mother and estranged brother both figure in the novel. Cashin has relegated himself to the provincial police force as part of his recovery. With the assistance of a tramp he takes in, he also works at restoring a family property.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">All of the subplots described above -- and others -- surround Cashin's investigation of the murder of a wealthy community patron. Corrupt local police want to pin the murder on aboriginal youth. The case becomes political, and then it becomes overwrought. The lurid history of the victim and a local boys summer camp emerges. A long-lost psychopath comes out of the woodwork. We're treated to some additional byzantine murders. The ornate plotting and over-the-top crime scenes show up only in the last quarter of the book -- not quite an afterthought, but not cleanly laced with the other parts of the book.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Like Dobyns, Temple has a range of ambitions for his novel, many of which do not exactly pertain to the crime story nugget. Did Temple hype up the crime-story elements to meet an inner or outer voice of market demand; e.g., <i>"Make the crime story juicy"</i> ? Maybe. Dobyns tells a more sedate, convincing crime story, but if he wanted a mainstream publisher for the book today, maybe he would've had to add filigree and steroids as Temple does 20 years later. As much as I like the Dobyns novel, I don't think it would be published today (at least by Penguin Random House, the original now-united publishers) without significant, probably reductive changes.</span></div>
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Doug Levinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05442233093216368844noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684110025973064514.post-14105389491450966842014-12-31T17:46:00.000-08:002014-12-31T17:47:54.424-08:00Facing January<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieFq8phjdob3SdlSpfa5Csn7KfcYzkBWDFiHOsAPKlHTtaBiqQWESMY-MgNBieaxI55aSVTHMuL-EvW09aeL2XukTAesTHBhoynum2UDeMYPlGfjN9UVOTUX5J53oBozjcUfevgww2-cH4/s1600/Two-Faces-Highsmith.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieFq8phjdob3SdlSpfa5Csn7KfcYzkBWDFiHOsAPKlHTtaBiqQWESMY-MgNBieaxI55aSVTHMuL-EvW09aeL2XukTAesTHBhoynum2UDeMYPlGfjN9UVOTUX5J53oBozjcUfevgww2-cH4/s1600/Two-Faces-Highsmith.jpg" height="200" width="133" /></a>I had this idea that in 2015, I might return to writing this blog after a long, desert-wandering absence. I've been writing about my reading on Goodreads -- see the feed to the right -- but thought I might expand here with some further observations (but not in this post). I also, uncharacteristically, wrote a long semi-commissioned "fan review" recently on Patricia Highsmith's strange and unique story collection, <i>The Animal-Lover Book of Beastly Murder</i>. I'll post an announcement when it's published.<br />
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As I was working on the Highsmith piece -- and finding a little creative reinvigoration -- the film adaptation of her 1964 novel, <i>The Two Faces of January</i>, hit the theaters. It's been a while since I read the book, but the film nicely captures the novel's desultory criminality and morbid, complex attraction between the two male characters, Rydal (Oscar Isaac) and Chester (Viggo Mortensen). The film aims to tie up the plot a little more neatly than Highsmith's novel, but let's blame the film industry for that. If I recall correctly, Highsmith's American publisher (Harper) actually turned down the novel, which irritated Highsmith to no end (naturally), and she had to change publishers. She felt vindicated when the novel ended up winning the Gold Dagger for Best Foreign Novel from the UK's Crime Writers' Association (CWA).<br />
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The film also uses its locations -- notably Crete -- especially well. Highsmith readers/critics rightly focus on her strange characterization, but it's worth remembering that she made great use of locations and geography -- Greece in <i>Two Faces</i>, but also Venice in <i>Those Who Walk Away</i> and Tunisia in <i>The Tremor of Forgery</i>.<br />
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Highsmith was one of my original inspirations for getting serious about my own writing. Her book on the craft, <i>Plotting and Writing Suspense Fiction</i>, may not be exactly useful, but I found it interesting. (For instance, she remarks (to the chagrin of editors and agents everywhere), "I like a slow start.") Her works gain depth by breaking certain rules: notably, motivation is never quite clear, and characters are not exactly consistent. Arguably, these characteristics make her novels seem both more artificial and more realistic. Perhaps this dynamic keeps some of us reading.Doug Levinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05442233093216368844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684110025973064514.post-89653848662753795492014-02-09T11:39:00.001-08:002014-02-12T14:23:16.093-08:00Return of the Prodigal Blogger... and WesternsI am still alive, but the blog has now gone its longest without a post since it launched in 2007 (I am getting old as my blog languishes). So, I am back (though I will be as errant as ever throughout the year) with an explanation, a short reading report, and some small news.<br />
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First--and I have said this before, but I think my intent might stick--I am setting aside my war reading (and I'm going to take "Writing on War" off my masthead soon). To be an engaged citizen of sorts, I believe that it is important to be historically informed and perhaps know a bit about the experience and cost of war. That said, I've come to believe that my extended dive into war writing -- fiction and non-fiction -- was not entirely healthy for me, or it reflected something unhealthy (it was perhaps both causal and symptomatic).<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLJZk6Ndj8vbeVRyBQajT38_uiltqj3DAZAaTH5nG0UXMkNuXcMzgx1YBCTA2Dl0hLbIUx2b3wyxuAi-9Ms9SuwPUOGmvHjRTzssvUG3-XRYj1cxvXfPuaufvjYD7DPQvxDmRwNsBmdeb-/s1600/Swarthout-Shootist.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLJZk6Ndj8vbeVRyBQajT38_uiltqj3DAZAaTH5nG0UXMkNuXcMzgx1YBCTA2Dl0hLbIUx2b3wyxuAi-9Ms9SuwPUOGmvHjRTzssvUG3-XRYj1cxvXfPuaufvjYD7DPQvxDmRwNsBmdeb-/s1600/Swarthout-Shootist.jpg" height="200" width="121" /></a>First and foremost: L'Amour and Swarthout, what I've read so far, write really well: sharp prose, good characterization and action, etc. I think I was put off by the excessive branding (and sheer volume) of L'Amour, but it turns out -- at least based on the two titles that I read (<i>Hondo</i> and <i>Down the Long Hills</i>) -- that he deserves his reputation. In general too, in the Westerns that I've read, I've liked the heroic nature of the main characters and the lack of irony. I might just be on a sincerity kick.<br />
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On February 24, <a href="http://crimecitycentral.com/" target="_blank">Crime City Central</a> will be podcasting a story of mine, "Bridget's Conception." If you're amenable to the audio delivery of stories, please listen and let me know what you think.Doug Levinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05442233093216368844noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684110025973064514.post-21608668905569698242013-08-16T16:43:00.000-07:002013-08-16T16:43:52.546-07:00"Rake" Made Me Laugh<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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As I was reading Scott Phillips's new dark comic novel <i>Rake</i> with great enjoyment, I had the thought that he was channeling the late great Charles Willeford. Phillips's blithe psychopathic protagonist seems especially reminiscent of Willeford's Richard Hudson (in <i>The Woman Chaser</i>). Both men are violent, womanizers, and determined to make a movie.<br />
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And sure enough, Phillips notes the influence of Willeford (and Highsmith) in this nice little L.A. Times interview: "<a href="http://www.latimes.com/features/books/jacketcopy/la-et-jc-scott-phillips-talks-about-his-novel-rake-20130723,0,891193.story" target="_blank">Scott Philips Talks About his Novel 'Rake</a>.'" If you like the offbeat, amoral humor of Willeford, you'll like Phillips's writing, too.<br />
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<i>Rake</i> is narrated by an unnamed American actor -- the star of a soap opera that has taken off in France -- as he traipses around Paris, signing autographs, bedding women, beating up wayward youth, and seeking financing for his movie. Even as he becomes embroiled in various criminal activities, he keeps chasing tail, working crossword puzzles, and getting a good night's sleep. Phillips continually mines humor from his protagonist's libido and insouciance. As a side note, the book is also a sort of love letter to Paris (Phillips lived in France for a time).<br />
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<i>Rake</i> is more of a lark than Phillips's previous work, <a href="http://douglevin.blogspot.com/2011/11/fun-bleak-fun-scott-phillipss.html" target="_blank">The Adjustment</a> (follow link for my review of that). I hope his writing doesn't become too madcap, but then, Phillips is pretty damn funny. Doug Levinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05442233093216368844noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684110025973064514.post-29275932188070368492013-08-06T16:56:00.000-07:002013-08-06T16:56:37.095-07:00Detroit: An American Autopsy<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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On the day that Detroit declared bankruptcy -- the largest such municipal filing in U.S. history -- I picked up <i>Detroit: An American Autopsy</i> and started to read it. Usually my timing isn't so good. <br />
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<i>Detroit</i> belongs alongside <a href="http://douglevin.blogspot.com/2012/12/war-and-sacrifice-zones.html" target="_blank"><i>Days of Destruction, Days of Revolt</i></a>. <i>Like DDDR</i>, LeDuff's history/memoir charts part of America in decline (or rock bottom) -- in this case, what was once a model city and industry. The auto industry built Detroit, and the city swelled to about 1.2 million people in the 1950s. Today, about 700,000 people live there. This means blocks of buildings are left derelict and uninhabited. The loss of tax base, of course, contributed to Detroit's financial downfall.<br />
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But Detroit's undoing has also come at the hands of elected officials, entrenched judges, corruption, mismanagement, and so on. LeDuff in particular discusses two crooked, pitiful, but sometimes colorful fallen elected officials -- both of whom served time in prison: Former Mayor Kwame Kilpatrick and City Council Member Monica Conyers (wife of U.S. Rep. John Conyers).<br />
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Detroit also has plain bad luck and consistently picks losers. For instance, when a tough chief of police was ousted, he was replaced by Ralph Godbee, who "took a kinder, gentler approach to policing." The murder rate subsequently went up, the police renewed fudging crime stats, and part-time preacher Godbee ends up resigning after bedding "a bevy of female officers." Other losers picked by the Detroit: the Key to the City was given to tyrants Saddam Hussein and Robert Mugabe.<br />
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LeDuff's book is as much memoir as history or journalism. He charts his own family's history in the Detroit area, including the unnatural deaths of his street-walking sister (drunken accident) and niece (OD). LeDuff's close personal investment in his story provides emotional -- but not sentimental -- weight. At the same time, the title is a little misleading since it primarily offers recent snapshots of Detroit -- not quite a full autopsy. Another book with the same title, for instance, might've proposed more solutions or examined certain public policies (e.g., causes of death) more directly. But no matter, this is a powerful book that shows how far an American city can fall -- and how far it will have to go to recover.Doug Levinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05442233093216368844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684110025973064514.post-84698650840549145762013-06-30T17:59:00.000-07:002013-06-30T17:59:15.836-07:00A New Look at the Vietnam War: Nick Turse's "Kill Anything that Moves"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Once again, I was swearing off war books, but someone told me to read a new book about the war, <i>Kill Anything that Moves: The Real American War in Vietnam</i> by Nick Turse, and I did. It is frightening and sobering -- and I've read a lot about the Vietnam War. Reading it reminded me of viewing the Holocaust film <i>Shoah</i>. Like filmmaker Claude Lanzmann, Turse interviewed eyewitnesses, perpetrators/soldiers, and surviving victims -- and the results are impressive and overwhelming.<br />
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Based on Turse's doctoral dissertation -- and painstakingly researched and sourced, though very readable -- this book has a central thesis: The American way of war in Vietnam resulted in mass killings of civilians in South Vietnam. The My Lai massacre was but one example of thousands of days of misery visited upon the people of Vietnam. The conditions that made war crimes possible were created at the highest levels of government and military command.<br />
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Now, 40 years or so from the wind-down of the war, Turse's observations might seem matter-of-fact. We all know how horrible Vietnam was (though usually we think of U.S. soldiers, not Vietnamese civilians), but what this book details is the pervasiveness of wanton murder of unarmed civilians throughout the course of the war.<br />
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Ultimately, it was policies and politics that drove the carnage. By early 1971, Telford Taylor, a retired army general who served as chief counsel at the Nuremberg trials, said in a nationally televised interview that Westmoreland might well have been prosecuted for war crimes. A field general, Julian Ewell, and his executive officer Ira Hunt were the primary proponents of pushing "body counts," which led to indiscriminate civilian killing in the populous Mekong Delta in late 1968 and 1969 -- in an operation called Speedy Express. Unarmed civilians were subject to artillery fire, helicopter attacks, and ground troop invasion. Civilians were shot for running from the approach of soldiers. The dead were inevitably counted as Vietcong, but consider one fact uncovered by a team of Newsweek reporters: Ewell's division reported killing 10,899 enemy troops, yet it recovered only 748 weapons. At one point 699 "guerrillas" were killed, but only 9 weapons captured. These non-correlative numbers indicate widespread killing of unarmed civilians.<br />
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Did the U.S. military care? In fact, Turse draws heavily on declassified documents from the Pentagon's War Crimes Working Group, which was set up in response to My Lai. Turse explains: "The group did not work to bring accused war criminals to justice or to prevent war crimes from occurring in the first place. Nor did it make public the constant stream of allegations flowing in from soldiers and veterans. As far as the War Crimes Working Group was concerned, these allegations were purely an image management problem..."<br />
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The policies and the cover-ups are what's central here. While Turse rightly lauds reporters like Seymour Hersh (whose writing broke the My Lai story), he also notes that the press sat on or effectively killed stories. (And hey, the <i>New York Times</i> hasn't reviewed this book, which seems unbelievable.) In 1972, Newsweek's Saigon bureau chief Kevin Buckley wrote, in part, "Four years here have convinced me that terrible crimes have been committed in Vietnam. Specifically, thousands upon thousands of unarmed, noncombatant civilians have been killed by American firepower. They were not killed by accident. The American way of fighting this war made their deaths inevitable." This lead was killed and the article watered down, and Speedy Express is now hardly known.<br />
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While Turse focuses on leadership, policy, and cover-ups, he also carefully documents atrocity after atrocity. There is the West Point colonel who hunts Vietnamese from his command helicopter, the decorated sergeant whose wildcat team kills and mutilates civilians, the personnel who routinely torture, and on and on. Turse looks at sexual crimes and South Vietnam prison conditions as well.<br />
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Many hard facts and figures back up Turse's points. Did the U.S. have a plan to help the people of Vietnam, so they would turn from communism (or nationalism or patriotism)? One telling figure: In 1967, USAID's total medical budget to support health programs in Vietnam equaled 0.25% of the total U.S. spend in the nation.<br />
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So, where does this leave us? Turse makes clear that we have not adequately assessed Vietnam -- and that failure continues to haunt our foreign policy and military.Doug Levinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05442233093216368844noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684110025973064514.post-90617158439627398742013-05-16T12:49:00.000-07:002013-05-16T12:49:10.397-07:00Knife Music: Good Book, Problem ReaderI remember, many years ago, that the NY Times had a film critic who seemed to love everything she saw. She was very enthusiastic, but I couldn't trust her in the end. She just liked being at the movies and watching whatever was on the screen -- and she made little distinction between a middling film and something really outstanding.<br />
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At times, I feel like a reader (and filmgoer) with the opposite problem -- little grabs or excites me. I start books and don't finish them. I'm lukewarm about movies that others rave about. It's a problem, then, if I want to offer my views with a good semblance of fairness. (When I was younger and brash, I might've argued for critical "objectivity," but not anymore.)<br />
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While I semi-feverishly turned the pages of <i>Knife Music</i>, it also lagged in a few areas. First, too much backstory -- especially a chapter about Cogen. And too much detail. I'm on thinner ice here. The mystery writer needs a certain amount of detail to bury clues, and detail creates "l'effet de reel" (to fall back on my weak Roland Barthes). But when is extra detail too much? Consider, for instance, that Madden spies on Cogan "through a set of compact but powerful Nikon binoculars." I would've settled for "compact" and assumed that the cop had a good enough pair of binoculars for his job; I didn't need the brand. The book seems too full of this minutia. But maybe this is just me being cranky?<br />
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Though Cogan faces the prospect of an ugly, public trial and jail, he never seems in too much jeopardy. The book is set in the wealthy environs of Silicon Valley, with jaunts to the Stanford campus, a gated community, and a country club -- wealthy but not Sternwood-wealthy. Is there some sourness to this world of privilege, something that might be exposed? Carnoy succeeds with an engaging breezy novel. Should I fault him because I wanted rougher weather?Doug Levinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05442233093216368844noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684110025973064514.post-12950830132289455032013-04-12T16:35:00.000-07:002015-02-10T15:51:37.913-08:00News Flash: Bear Serves in World War II<head> <meta name="description" content="I missed a month, but I'm back. My reading is varying widely, and though I swore off war books after reading We Wish to Inform You that Tomorrow We Will Be Killed with Our Families, I made an immediate exception for Soldier Bear by Bibi Dumon Tak, which I read for my younger daughter's library book group." /> </head>
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAUz0Lh6puX1DyUd8AJZP_T5YMx_Cbk2MQ4H-V5GV14Hbsbz0p6_c9s91pm4OynUFeHbv5-9DuoXvX9rpoCgf1YmfqT_98iQAkF6Irf1HCdeyXzF484BsIsTe34awweBwGUBd0xXrjvJCq/s1600/soldier+bear.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgAUz0Lh6puX1DyUd8AJZP_T5YMx_Cbk2MQ4H-V5GV14Hbsbz0p6_c9s91pm4OynUFeHbv5-9DuoXvX9rpoCgf1YmfqT_98iQAkF6Irf1HCdeyXzF484BsIsTe34awweBwGUBd0xXrjvJCq/s200/soldier+bear.jpg" height="200" width="126" /></a>I missed a month, but I'm back. My reading is varying widely, and though I swore off war books after reading <a href="http://douglevin.blogspot.com/2013/02/required-reading-we-wish-to-inform-you.html" target="_blank"><i>We Wish to Inform You that Tomorrow We Will Be Killed with Our Families</i></a>, I made an immediate exception for <i>Soldier Bear</i> by Bibi Dumon Tak, which I read for my younger daughter's library book group.<br />
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<i>Soldier Bear</i> is a young reader's novel based on the true story of a Syrian brown bear adopted by a group of Polish soldiers during World War II. Wojtek (or "Voytek," as the bear is called in the English translation from the Dutch) is a cute nuisance, but he eventually wins over various officers and even helps carry artillery shells. The bear accompanies the soldiers (aligned with British forces) from Egypt to Italy, where he serves near the front in a transportation company.<br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuGdFsydSU4vapJb4ziCXQV5_mgMLB_Fl6dOtECe1rq9RU_Tf9-k-RSklop2khCyUq6feLYfMH0zwhbUV7OKKoEhj-kjWyiKiLFzNNuEtZEb_5gq4-ipcdDfJMy-3MbT0NH66e_llZGw-_/s1600/Wojtek_the_bear.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhuGdFsydSU4vapJb4ziCXQV5_mgMLB_Fl6dOtECe1rq9RU_Tf9-k-RSklop2khCyUq6feLYfMH0zwhbUV7OKKoEhj-kjWyiKiLFzNNuEtZEb_5gq4-ipcdDfJMy-3MbT0NH66e_llZGw-_/s200/Wojtek_the_bear.jpg" height="200" width="145" /></a>A central critical question seemed to hover over my reading of this book: "How do you write a book about war for young kids?" While earnest and heartfelt, <i>Soldier Bear</i> offers only a few tough insights into the war. One soldier, Lolek, is traumatized when he sees two soldiers killed by a bomb, but this is the only human death we see (there are other animals, too). In the end--and perhaps justifiably, considering the intended audience--<i>Soldier Bear</i> is more of an animal yarn than a war novel. It made me think of the animal books of Gerald Durrell (which I really don't remember, so the comparison might be off). The book also never quite emotionally captures the daily grind, boredom, and fear that fill out a soldier's everyday life. In some regards, the characters and the storytelling are a little flat.<br />
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My older daughter--a junior in high school--is in a Vietnam War class, and they are reading Tim O'Brien, Ron Kovic, and others. Though war reading can be tough, it makes sense since these students are on the cusp of enlistment/selective service age--and will soon by voters. Even younger students read <a href="http://douglevin.blogspot.com/2010/11/end-of-war-all-quiet-on-western-front.html" target="_blank"><i>All Quiet on The Western Front</i></a>, which might be misguided. It's a terrifying, vivid book--no <i>Soldier Bear</i>--and shouldn't be relegated to high school freshmen English. (I'll note too in passing that in my post on All Quiet, I wrote, "I'm going to try to wind down my war reading for a bit," and that was in November 2010. Now, I'm really going to try--maybe I'll switch to books about urban blight, poverty, and general misery.)Doug Levinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05442233093216368844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684110025973064514.post-90572750726578481162013-02-27T18:55:00.002-08:002013-02-27T19:12:16.992-08:00Required Reading: We Wish to Inform You that Tomorrow We Will Be Killed<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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For a few years now, usually in winter, I’ve been reading books about war—novels and sometimes non-fiction. I’m not exactly sure why. In the most basic way, war books have exciting narratives—they are about life and death. War also instigates astounding actions and reactions, which make for interesting reading. I have mostly read books about Vietnam and World War II, but also Iraq and Bosnia.<br />
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Now, in what feels like a culmination and maybe a stopping point for a while, I’ve read Philip Gourevitch’s <i>We Wish to Inform You that Tomorrow We Will Be Killed with Our Families: Stories from Rwanda</i> (1998). It has shaken me, and in its way, shamed me. For World War II and Vietnam, I can assume the role of an historic observer. I remained more or less informed on and voted with a mind toward policy in Iraq and Afghanistan. But I think I ignored the events in Rwanda as they were happening and being reported. During the genocide in Rwanda, I believe I was teaching an introductory course on epic, working on my doctoral dissertation, riding my bike, and generally lazing about. I neglected the pious Hebrew school adage about genocide—“Never again.” I didn’t even muster much awareness.<br />
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<i>We Wish</i> (I’ll use this shortened title) surely indicts my neglect. But certain actions—well-intentioned humanitarian actions—were worse than neglect in that they ended up aiding and abetting the genocidaires (the French term used for the Rwandan mass killers). It turns out, too, that the U.S. utterly neglected its obligations under UN General Assembly Resolution 260, the Convention on the Prevention and Punishment of the Crime of Genocide. Clinton expressed regret that he had not intervened (and he was the first western leader to visit Rwanda after the genocide). Gourevitch writes that then-U.S. Ambassador to the UN Madeleine Albright’s “ducking and pressuring others to duck [intervention], as the death toll leapt from thousands to tens of thousands to hundreds of thousands, was the absolute low point in her career as a stateswoman.”<br />
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If American inaction is retrospectively reprehensible, then French support for Hutu Power is even worse. Belgian colonialism played a fundamental role in creating an environment for genocide. Many religious organizations and their leaders, at least within Rwanda, supported the genocide as well. <br />
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The UN was awful. The Canadian head of the UN force, Romeo Dallaire, was repeatedly thwarted in his effort to intervene more forcefully. Though the UN prevented the massacre of some people, Dallaire later asserted that 5,000 well-equipped soldiers may have been able to prevent a half million murders.<br />
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I think I might’ve held the common misperception that the genocide was a sort of uncontrolled spontaneous mob spasm of racial killing. Chaos in a failed African state. From this point of view, it is easy to think that military and political intervention would have been futile. In fact, Rwanda was a well-organized country with a government that planned the killing well in advance, promoted it on radio and in print, and enforced its execution. Consider this: in the months leading up to the genocide, the government imported machetes from China and distributed them to the majority Hutu population for the express purpose of exterminating the Tutsi minority. In 100 days, 800,000 to a million people were killed.<br />
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The genocide ran its course—and civil and social order basically broke down. It ended when much of the killing had been completed and a force of primarily Tutsi exiles from Uganda drove Hutu Power out of the capital city of Kigali. This led to the formation of enormous refugee camps that sheltered war criminals along with genuine refugees. Cholera killed another thirty or forty thousand people in the camps.<br />
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Recovery in Rwanda, in Gourevitch’s account, is at least buoyed by compassionate and sensible leadership, embodied by then-General Paul Kagame (who has been Rwanda’s President since 2000). Gourevitch describes Kagame as part of a post-postcolonial era that views the west with healthy skepticism.<br />
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Late last year, I heard a presentation by Doctors Without Borders (Medicines Sans Frontieres or MSF), and its representatives spoke about the dangers of aid being used as a weapon of war. In Rwanda and cross-border refugee camps, this was certainly the case. Thus certain types of humanitarian aid are counterproductive—an argument that writer (and onetime Ugandan resident) Paul Theroux also makes in <i>Dark Star Safari</i> (which I reviewed back in 2002). So where does that leave a concerned westerner? I don’t know.Doug Levinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05442233093216368844noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684110025973064514.post-90537296801611163372013-01-31T18:30:00.000-08:002013-01-31T18:30:46.649-08:00Joe Sacco: Comics Journalism and ConflictFor a few weeks now, I have been reading (and viewing) the award-winning comics journalism of Joe Sacco. It has really made a strong and unexpected impact on me.<br />
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I started with Sacco's recent work in <i>Days of Destruction, Days of Revolt</i>, which is primarily made up of text written by Chris Hedges (discussed in my <a href="http://douglevin.blogspot.com/2012/12/war-and-sacrifice-zones.html" target="_blank">previous post</a>). I like Sacco's work in this book, but Hedges's text plays the starring role.<br />
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In Sacco's most acclaimed books (and all his own), <i>Palestine</i> and <i>Safe Area Gorazde</i>, all the text is provided in comics panels. The images convey as much meaning and drama and reportage as the words. Unlike traditional journalism, Sacco is part of the story: his thin, worried figure makes its way through muddy streets in war-torn Bosnia (1992-95) or the West Bank or Gaza Strip (from 1990-91). We see him as outsider impacting the story -- and he also stands in for us -- amazed and befuddled at the destruction and survival of the places he visits.<br />
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I'm not a comics or graphic novel aficionado, but I would say that Sacco's drawings are loosely in an R. Crumb style, but a little more realistic (in his later works) and finely detailed. Sacco's birds-eye panoramas are especially compelling, showing wide angles and bustling activity that aren't usually caught in a photograph. Perhaps an apt comparison would be Brueghel. To my mind, the tension between the subject matter -- serious and deadly -- and the comics style gives the work great vitality.<br />
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Sacco mostly focuses on the nature of civilian life in conflict-torn areas. He also provides some history and context, especially in <i>Gorazde</i>. The U.N. comes off very poorly.<br />
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Sacco doesn't have a website, though you can find some images online. It's far better to dive into the over-sized books. I've included a couple of covers and one author self-drawing (much like what appears in his books; taken from the publisher <a href="http://www.drawnandquarterly.com/artBio.php?artist=a3dff7dd55575b" target="_blank">Drawn & Quarterly's website</a>). I believe this constitutes fair use, but I want to respect copyright, so if image owners (e.g., Sacco, his publishers) want images removed, please say so in the comments.Doug Levinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05442233093216368844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684110025973064514.post-34900107337710558822012-12-31T17:12:00.000-08:002012-12-31T17:12:44.996-08:00War and Sacrifice ZonesI ended the year reading two really interesting, deeply troubling books: Dexter Filkins's <i>The Forever War</i>; and Chris Hedges and Joe Sacco's <i>Days of Destruction, Days of Revolt</i>. Though the books have no direct ties, together they make a provocative pair. Both -- but especially <i>DDDR</i> -- are critical of American ideology, policies, and conduct. Hedges and Sacco are forthright in calling for citizen revolt, through nonviolent disobedience.<br />
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Filkins's book snuck up on me. Published in 2008, it covers primarily combat and sectarian violence in Iraq following the invasion. It is not, however, a history or a piece of straight-up journalism (Filkins was a reporter for the LA Times and then the New York Times). Instead, it mixes reporting with personal narrative -- the weirdness and disjointedness of the places and the war are reflected by Filkins's telling.<br />
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Filkins's take on Iraq is slightly more hopeful, but not by a lot. Rather than drawing broad conclusions, Filkins primarily recounts his experiences and lets them speak for themselves. Though the U.S. has obvious combat superiority -- and Filkins describes Falluja at its worst -- it has limited political and diplomatic capabilities. The U.S. was never going to be able to transform the country working from the isolation of the heavily fortified Green Zone in Baghdad.<br />
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Filkins, to a certain extent, followed in Hedges's footsteps. Hedges was also a New York Times war correspondent. He covered wars in Latin America, reported from inside the siege of Sarajevo, and wrote from several other war zones. Earlier this year, I read Hedges's philosophical distillation from all his war reporting, <i>War Is A Force That Gives Us Meaning</i> (2002). Hedges essentially lost his Times job for publicly opposing the invasion of Iraq.<br />
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In <i>Days of Destruction, Days of Revolt</i>, Hedges and Sacco (with Sacco illustrating) examine four U.S. "sacrifice zones" -- places ravaged by power, capitalism, and environmental degradation. The zones are Pine Ridge Indian Reservation; Immokalee, Florida; Camden, New Jersey; and coal mining areas of West Virginia. The last chapter discusses the Occupy movement, with a focus on New York.<br />
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Hedges and Sacco have given up on the electoral system and the Democratic Party -- they call for dissent, obstruction, civil disobedience, and a rejection of consumer society. Hedges has seen war and revolts around the world, and he argues that the U.S. is in the midst of a slow-burn revolution -- though it is a revolution that could very well fail. It was alarming and invigorating to read what is very much a modern day jeremiad. This book is full of anger, lament, and indictment. Frightening. Doug Levinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05442233093216368844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684110025973064514.post-39277520221071801002012-12-07T16:40:00.000-08:002012-12-07T16:40:32.358-08:00Blank Spots, Secrecy, Aesthetics, and Trevor PaglenOkay, I'm about to spin wildly into critical, semi-off-topic reverie, so apologies and warnings in advance. This post is so long, I've even put in subheads. It's been a while since I've been jazzed about something new (at least to me), and I've sort of been energized by two books by Trevor Paglen (whom I learned about in the <i>New Yorker</i> article, "<a href="http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2012/10/22/121022fa_fact_weiner" target="_blank">Prying Eyes</a>," Oct. 22, 2012) . The books bear long titles and subtitles: (1) <i>I Could Tell You But Then You Would Have To Be Destroyed By Me: Emblems from the Pentagon's Black World </i>(2007); and <i>Blank Spots on the Map: The Dark Geography of the Pentagon's Secret World</i> (2009).<br />
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These titles are arguably a little misleading, or at least limiting, because the books aren't really straight-up exposés of the Pentagon. Each book is quite different, but together they focus on the culture, significance, and resonance of secrecy in American politics, warfare, law, architecture, and geography.<br />
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The first book, <i>I Could Tell You...</i>, is small, seemingly incidental, and something of a curiosity. The cover actually bears a machine-sewn, circular patch with the book's title, similar in style to the military and secret program patches featured in the book. Paglen begins with a short history of military patches -- beginning with the American Civil War -- and then discusses the contradiction of patches that call attention to programs that are secret. In part, the patches build camaraderie -- and they also serve as real warnings to other people on a particular base. A patch -- worn by members of the 22nd Military Airlift Squadron -- that says "Don't Ask! NOYFB" means just that.<br />
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The patches include a mixture of iconography, though in similar styles. Several have skeletons: the wearers bring death. Many have ghosts or cloaked figures: secrecy. Some have animals -- references to project names or Lockheed's Skunk Works. Eyes for spying and surveillance. We see a lot of Latin phrases on patches, including a convoluted passive phrase that gives the book its title. The patches are at once kitschy, mysterious, and deeply chilling. This volume serves as a nice prologue to the secret world more fully described in the second book, <i>Blank Spots</i>.<br />
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<b>Uncovering the Secret World</b> <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnP8TeB0V-CbKNd2tR7u53kXoYKZJpccU2coqijdHix4vUXAK792jQkv54AH3V2nU_AJuKkIXKODwnBZfoYa0j4s9HD2pLMQUidE428ToF4Rr6W5viG0YTo7JxcpZE0gXcqvJpGejlAk-O/s1600/Paglen-BlankSpots.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnP8TeB0V-CbKNd2tR7u53kXoYKZJpccU2coqijdHix4vUXAK792jQkv54AH3V2nU_AJuKkIXKODwnBZfoYa0j4s9HD2pLMQUidE428ToF4Rr6W5viG0YTo7JxcpZE0gXcqvJpGejlAk-O/s200/Paglen-BlankSpots.jpg" width="131" /></a>While Paglen describes himself as an artist (a complex issue -- see discussion below), <i>Blank Spots</i> has few images -- just one photo at the start of each chapter. Instead, the book charts Paglen's own varied fascination with secrecy in various manifestations. The son of an Air Force doctor, Paglen grew up on and around various bases, where he occasionally encountered adults with mysterious civilian and military duties. Once, the father of a friend was dropped off at work -- at the edge of a corn field into which he disappeared.<br />
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As a graduate student in geography at UC Berkeley (my own <i>alma mater</i>) -- working on the siting of prisons (once urban as a warning, now rural to go unnoticed and forgotten) -- Paglen increasingly noticed that "vast swaths of land, particularly in the Nevada desert, were missing from imagery collections." Blank spots on maps are not new, we learn. In the age of exploration, maps could contain state secrets and so they were closely guarded. But Paglen is surprised to find that this phenomenon remains true today.<br />
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You can immediately see what Paglen means by visiting Google Maps or Bing Maps. Look at Nevada. You'll see blank spots in various chunks of the state, notably to the northeast of Las Vegas, where experimental aircraft are tested.<br />
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Paglen's initial interest leads him to hunker down in a hotel room in Vegas, photographing unmarked "Janet" planes (737s) that ferry ordinary-looking workers to jobs at black sites deep in the Nevada desert. He also wrangles an invitation to a celebratory dinner thrown by the Flight Test Historical Foundation at Edwards Air Force Base, where three test pilots are honored for work on recently declassified projects. Paglen discovers "blank spots" in the program -- huge pieces of the pilots' biographies are missing because they worked on projects that remain classified. As the book progresses, we find blank spots in the federal budget (arguably a violation of the Constitution), blank spots in the catalogue of satellites and debris circling the earth (<a href="http://space-track.org/">space-track.org</a>), enormous blank spots in history.<br />
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Paglen takes a step back to examine the historic rise of the modern culture of secrecy, beginning with the Manhattan Project. I offhandedly asked three educated, informed family members how many people they thought were employed by the Manhattan Project: two answered 1,000 and one said 10,000. These seem like fair guesses to me, and I might have said something similar. In fact, at its peak, the Manhattan Project employed more than 130,000 people. "It represented an industrial sector equal in size to the entire American auto industry." And yet this substantial industry remained unknown to the public, the courts, the media, and most of Congress.<br />
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The secret world grew substantially during the Cold War, except for a minimal retreat around Watergate. Its growth included legislation and court rulings, each discussed in the book. It expanded again at a terrific pace during the recent Global War on Terrorism. Today's key blank spots for Paglen are secret prisons that exist outside the law. He photographs one on the outskirts of Kabul. According to Paglen, approximately 4 million people in the U.S. hold security clearances to work on classified projects (the "black world"). By contrast, the federal government employs about 1.8 million people in what Paglen calls "the white world."<br />
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<b>Aesthetics, Secrets, and Revelation</b><br />
<br />
<i>Blank Spots</i> is mixture of primary and secondary history, investigative journalism, personal rumination, and more. Ultimately, Paglen has a point -- that secrecy undermines democracy and provides a foundation for the abuse of power.<br />
<br />
But Paglen recently seems, at least partially and vaguely, to abrogate his own authority by identifying himself as an artist. And he is an artist -- by what he produces (photographs), by how he makes his living (grants and selling photos as art), and by his credentials (he has an MFA from the Art Institute of Chicago, on top of his Berkeley Ph.D. in Geography)). <br />
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In a tricky, mercurial (even secretive) stance, Paglen uses his aestheticism to step back from what might be the material impact (e.g., real-world change) of his work. For instance, in an <a href="http://therumpus.net/2009/04/trevor-paglen-reveals-the-blank-spots-on-the-map/" target="_blank">interview</a> in The Rumpus, Paglen casually notes that his long-distance photos of secret bases are "not produced in order to be evidence of some kind, or to reveal any kind of information at all. These are art photos." This is a statement of art for art's sake, for the value of the photos in and of themselves, as objects of beauty. I want to protest, though, that his photos are informed by a material agenda, in his words "to prevent the secret state from spreading."<br />
<br />
But ultimately, it is worth understanding Paglen's retreat or progression toward art. <i>Blank Spots</i>, in its way, is a completed project, but he continues to photograph secret sites. There is something compelling -- regardless of politics -- about secrecy and revelation. The parallel existence of worlds seen and unseen, side by side, resonates; it excites the mind. It is the stuff of science fiction (think of <i>The Matrix</i> or "The Force"), mystery and crime fiction, the traditional and neo-gothic (think of <i>Blue Velvet</i>). <br />
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From Paglen's <a href="http://www.paglen.com/" target="_blank">website</a>: "Trevor Paglen's work deliberately blurs lines between science, contemporary art, journalism, and other disciplines to construct unfamiliar, yet meticulously researched ways to see and interpret the world around us." What I find compelling here is that Paglen is charting a space in which his art exists for its own value but also simultaneously, separately, and deliberately does political (but not polemical) work. <br />
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As a postscript, I'd be curious to hear Paglen's take on secrecy outside government. Secret societies? Corporate
and trade secrets? Arguably, the concept of the "secret" Coke formula
adds value to the brand -- and then to the experience of drinking the
soda. And so on.Doug Levinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05442233093216368844noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684110025973064514.post-64699040481890306452012-11-28T20:54:00.002-08:002012-11-28T21:10:27.480-08:00Two American Books Born of Iraq<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml>
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</xml><![endif]-->After an absence here, I am back -- but with a familiar
topic: war.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I stepped away from reading
war books, but a couple found me recently, and so I read them. I find this
happens when the days get short.<br />
<br />
Kevin Powers and Brian Castner both served in Iraq, Powers
as an enlisted Army machine gunner and Castner as an Air Force (captain)
explosive ordnance disposal (EOD) officer -- a bomb tech. Powers -- who has an
MFA (and was a Michener Fellow in Poetry) has written a short, dense,
harrowing, bloody novel, <i>The Yellow Birds</i>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Castner, who has a degree in electrical engineering, has written a
short, dense, harrowing, bloody memoir, <i>The Long Walk: A Story of War the Life
that Follows.</i><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Together, the books make
for a dismal and meaningful pair, two snapshots of warfare gone especially bad.<br />
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Long Walk</i> is divided by alternating sections of the past and near-present
time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Castner recounts being briefed,
while on duty in Saudi Arabia after 9/11, about how to turn off certain nuclear
bombs that intelligence believed had been acquired by Osama bin Laden.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After the demonstration, Castner writes,
"Now I knew what I wanted to be when I grew up."<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His passion, it turns out, is heroic but unavoidably
destructive.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For Castner, the work is
physically damaging and psychically scarring.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>A good deal, if not the majority, of the mental damage has physical
roots -- traumatic brain injury (TBI) caused by proximity to scores (hundreds?)
of explosions.</div>
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Because Castner alternates present and past, we learn about
his present condition at the outset: "The first thing you should know
about me is that I'm Crazy." This direct, straightforward sentence seems
balanced, not crazy, but in often clinical language, Castner makes his
case.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His descent begins naturally
enough in Iraq.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Though full of rage and
sometimes unhinged, Castner carries out his duty (after one false start),
and his personal madness is masked by the madness of the war.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He vividly describes his desire to shoot
mourning Iraqi women, his fascination with the hole in a dead man's head, the
banality of strewn human remains.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His
reactions may be crazy, but they also feel a lot like reasonable responses to
unreasonable circumstances.</div>
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Back home, Castner is a well-meaning basket case.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He takes his sons to school, flies around the
country as a civilian contractor (teaching bomb defusing), visits with family
and friends.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He also bursts into tears
at random moments, has anxiety attacks, imagines shooting people in the
airport, finds no fulfillment in life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>He runs.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He runs a lot, trying to
replace mental anguish with physical pain.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>Yoga helps, too.</div>
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like an engineer -- with structure and analysis.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>By contrast, in <i>The Yellow Birds</i>, Powers continuously flexes his
poetic capabilities.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>His prose is rhythmic,
sensory, adjectival.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Rivers and water
and blood thread their way through the book, and the writing often has a
sinuous quality.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Yet, ultimately I
(first person, sensitive here to my subjectivity) found these qualities distancing my
mind from the story, from the soldier's experience in Iraq.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Powers book has been very highly praises and
was a finalist for the National Book Award.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">
</span>It is worth reading, and at its heart, it tells a tragic story of the
narrator's guilt and unraveling following the death (not a spoiler) of his
comrade.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>For me, though, the highly
aestheticized telling of the story weakens its emotional impact.</div>
Doug Levinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05442233093216368844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684110025973064514.post-73078737169228055132012-09-19T16:31:00.000-07:002012-09-19T16:36:06.050-07:00Recovered -- and Refreshing -- Noir<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIfNIBplux-lent8wMjXQW2m7EywJraA5dIfGkzLgbN2HQ2V-5VqGA5runu3n_NHboSHsBmoIU-tx8nuWrndbZsSKpM2qvUqd1Ko8xDpV1zhtZG4Nn1FEiyHjRoTJJ4C2DYg982p4kqjMh/s1600/Elliott+Chaze-Noir.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIfNIBplux-lent8wMjXQW2m7EywJraA5dIfGkzLgbN2HQ2V-5VqGA5runu3n_NHboSHsBmoIU-tx8nuWrndbZsSKpM2qvUqd1Ko8xDpV1zhtZG4Nn1FEiyHjRoTJJ4C2DYg982p4kqjMh/s200/Elliott+Chaze-Noir.jpg" width="130" /></a>I'm not a noir or Gold Medal Books expert, so it's hard to know if that moldering paperback with a lurid cover will be any good. You can bet on some authors -- e.g., Charles Williams -- but others haven't aged well or were never very good to start with. Fortunately, there are experts like Bill Crider and Ed Gorman, and imprints like Stark House Noir Classics.<br />
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And so, a single volume with two pretty great titles -- <i>One is a Lonely Number</i> (1952) by Bruce Elliott and <i>Black Wings Has My Angel</i> (1953) by Elliott Chaze -- found its way into my hands. Each novel tells the story of a man on the lam who falls for a dame. In its way, <i>Lonely Number</i> seems the more transgressive because the dame is a 14-year old with epilepsy. But antihero Larry Camonille is a nice guy who is willing to take the extra step to see that she gets the medical care she wants.<br />
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<i>Black Wings</i> is the longer, more romantic, introspective book. Kenneth McClure -- alias Tim Sunblade -- is smart, disciplined, and brutal. He hooks up with a mysterious, high-class call girl who likes it rough. He puts together a great heist, but this is a Noir Classic, so...<br />
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In today's era of heroes, series books, and good luck, it's refreshing as hell to read grim, nasty, feverish, morally unhinged novels of men and women who don't seem particularly destined to make it to a sequel.Doug Levinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05442233093216368844noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684110025973064514.post-53323642984170515272012-08-24T09:53:00.002-07:002012-08-24T09:53:45.716-07:00The Other Jack Black Can't WinSteven Martin's <a href="http://douglevin.blogspot.com/2012/07/a-memoir-of-addiction-opium-fiend.html" target="_blank">Opium Fiend</a> led me to another great book -- <i>You Can't Win</i> by a different Jack Black (1871-1932). I was surprised that I hadn't heard about this book or encountered it before. It's a fun read and a detailed depiction of criminal, hobo, and prison life in the late 19th and early 20th centuries.<br />
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Originally published in 1926, <i>You Can't Win</i> recounts Black's life from boyhood to career criminal to prisoner and then to ex-con reformer. From about the age of 15, Black led a rail-riding, transient life and easily fell into the career of a house burglar and safe robber. Black writes a fair amount about the code among criminals, the "Johnson" family who do right by one another. Black also has pride in his craft and a work ethic of sorts. He is once terribly chagrined when an ex-robber suggests he take a straight job.<br />
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The memoir has many interesting parts that are nearly lost history. Black became a habitual opium smoker -- in part to calm the nerves that come from house burgling -- and then a sick addict. Thus the book is an important source for Martin for his opium book. It was also championed and introduced in a later edition by William S. Burroughs.<br />
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The memoir also offers several portraits of prisons, jailers, and penal systems. Black does relatively well -- and reads widely -- in a Canadian prison, but no talking is allowed at all. For calling out to a friend, Black is put on bread and water. He also describes receiving two lashings at the start and end of one prison stint; the lashings are actually part of the Canadian judge's sentence. This is one of Black's more harrowing, character-forming experiences.<br />
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Black writes very well -- he's vivid, dramatic, thoughtful, and articulate. As an extra bonus, on occasion, he discusses criminal vernacular and the sources of various underworld terms, including <i>bum, yegg, pegged</i>, <i>dan</i>, and others.<br />
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Anyone interested in the last days of the Wild West, hobo jungles, and criminal history should read this book.Doug Levinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05442233093216368844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684110025973064514.post-52589983369282182402012-07-29T13:38:00.001-07:002012-07-29T13:38:53.797-07:00A Memoir of Addiction -- Opium Fiend<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb_YKOqPjkJ_rDwyofhfdXKaCUpj5qMVqSiWGwZRXr-qpzv43jvLIV1vOTpg9ITlbN7vhettD08xCSzut84xddoukaILNtejED0i8odRCUcfdVASwz0P0zKTUxj8zDxE4s8yFALFgg_Lic/s1600/Martin-OpiumFiend.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgb_YKOqPjkJ_rDwyofhfdXKaCUpj5qMVqSiWGwZRXr-qpzv43jvLIV1vOTpg9ITlbN7vhettD08xCSzut84xddoukaILNtejED0i8odRCUcfdVASwz0P0zKTUxj8zDxE4s8yFALFgg_Lic/s320/Martin-OpiumFiend.jpg" width="211" /></a>Not to be confused with comedian Steve Martin, expatriate writer (of guide book sections, mostly, apparently) Steven Martin has just published a really interesting, though at times esoteric, book, <i>Opium Fiend: A 21st Century Slave to a 19th Century Addiction</i>.<br />
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Martin's initial addiction is for collecting. Since he was a child, he has collected various objects with varying degrees of obsession. He ends up living in Bangkok and after giving up collecting Southeast Asian textiles, he begins to collect antique opium accoutrements -- pipes, bowls, trays, lamps, various tools, and more.<br />
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At first -- and really throughout -- Martin has the passion of a collector. But of course, he dabbles in opium smoking -- first on assignment for an article and then to learn more about the objects that he collects. For years, he smokes (or really, vaporizes) opium casually and infrequently, but eventually the drug sinks its teeth into him. Martin does a great job detailing his addiction, his isolation from social life, his attempts to quit, and the psychological aftermath of kicking (at least provisionally).<br />
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Secondarily, Martin vividly depicts parts of Bangkok as well as Vientiane (Laos). He also offers a history of opium smoking and commerce (including the Opium Wars of the 19th century). While this book is a good historical resource -- and Martin runs a consultancy advising film and TV about authentic depictions of opium smoking -- it does not discuss present-day crime and law enforcement around opium, heroin production, smuggling, etc.Doug Levinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05442233093216368844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684110025973064514.post-82558103040869072672012-06-30T14:01:00.000-07:002012-06-30T14:01:14.644-07:00The Dead Man and the Pleasures of Limitation<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody>
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For this post, I'm going to be more bloggy -- more ruminative -- but eventually I want to wend my way around to saying I've really enjoyed reading several titles of this pulpy, Kindle, horror-action-adventure series, <i><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/feature.html?ie=UTF8&docId=1000755621" target="_blank">The Dead Man</a></i>. It's not for everybody, but it sure has its attractions...<br />
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Let me backtrack and first say, I like a good zombie movie. At their best, zombie movies have a compelling simplicity and purity. Characters fight for their lives against flesh-eating zombies. There isn't a lot of ambiguity. You can't reason with zombies, though you can outsmart them. In a semi-related way, I like a good junkie novel or movie. Again, everything is secondary (and far in the distance) to the need to fix. Characters have motivation and direction: toward the fix. In our chaotic, complex world, it's strangely refreshing to read about focus -- even when (or especially when) it's a dismal focus.<br />
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Certain genre rules provide focus and direction, too. I'd take a step back and say that confined, rhymed, highly structured poetry can be pleasing because of its constraints. I don't read much poetry, but I've seen a lot of free verse that runs too free.<br />
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So, back to <i>The Dead Man</i> series. Creators Lee Goldberg and William Rabkin have set up an episodic supernatural series (like an hour of television, for which <i>The Dead Man</i> was originally conceived). My knowledge of TV shows is thin, but <i>The Dead Man</i> set-up vaguely reminds me of <i>The Fugitive</i>. Our tall, dark, handsome, strong hero Matt Cahill is marginally on the run and he's also pursuing an evil supernatural figure, Mr. Dark (standing in, sort of, for <i>The Fugitive</i>'s one-armed man). Matt goes from town to town (setting to setting) on his quest, and he usually hooks up with a helpful, beautiful woman.<br />
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And then there are a few supernatural rules and recurring events. Matt has survived sure death (buried in an avalanche for months) and now he can see and smell evil in people, which takes the form of festering, maggoty flesh and a terrible stench. These evil people appear normal to others, but for Matt, they are like zombies. A former mill worker and lumberjack, Matt also happens to travel with his trusty family ax. So basically, <i>The Dead Man</i> books -- all focused novellas of maybe 25,000 words -- have a lot of latitude but eventually dear reader is going to reach a point where there is mayhem and an ax. For now, it's working for me.<br />
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I started looking at these books with the idea of entering <a href="http://thedeadmanbooks.blogspot.com/2012/05/you-can-write-dead-man-novel.html" target="_blank">a contest</a> to write a <i>Dead Man</i> book. Having once lived for many years in the shadow of the world's largest ax, hatchet, machete, and adze factory, I might just have an idea...Doug Levinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05442233093216368844noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684110025973064514.post-20794318688392754652012-05-30T19:51:00.000-07:002012-05-30T19:51:33.618-07:00Return to Claude Lanzmann<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1ZaYvP_9pU3yN2eqzU7dqC_wffX7jol4-99ImhWxLmxOMx8UB7bTWDrDrSUs0efUg-_RWRMgYGCB50NGifaqLfcciczJBr2k5hsWhR4tQTGWjjQYQ3LEc-CV2n2VDTTQR-sgZrAelRS6Z/s1600/Lanzmann-PatagonianHare.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1ZaYvP_9pU3yN2eqzU7dqC_wffX7jol4-99ImhWxLmxOMx8UB7bTWDrDrSUs0efUg-_RWRMgYGCB50NGifaqLfcciczJBr2k5hsWhR4tQTGWjjQYQ3LEc-CV2n2VDTTQR-sgZrAelRS6Z/s320/Lanzmann-PatagonianHare.jpg" width="213" /></a>A year ago yesterday, I spent ten hours in the basement of the Portland Art Museum watching the film <i>Shoah</i> in its entirety. It was a character-forming experience, and I wrote a post about it (<a href="http://douglevin.blogspot.com/2011/06/war-crimes-film-shoah.html">"War Crimes: the Film <i>Shoah</i>"</a>). Now, a year later, I've read director Claude Lanzmann's memoir, <i>The Patagonian Hare</i>, which is a good accompaniment to <i>Shoah</i> -- and interesting even without the anchor of his great film.<br />
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Lanzmann, it turns out (and I guess I would know this if I were French), had a visible, significant, exciting existence even before <i>Shoah</i> -- and he is a passionate, though occasionally digressive, storyteller. Born in 1925, Lanzmann was raised (along with two younger siblings) primarily by his father, after his mother quit the marriage and family. (Lanzmann reconciles with her and adores his stepfather.) The Lanzmanns were non-practicing Jews -- and Lanzmann recounts that his first encounter with a rabbi only took place in the 1950s.<br />
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But wait... After seeing <i>Shoah</i>, one wouldn't expect Lanzmann to proceed in a traditional fashion -- and he doesn't. The memoir actually begins: "The guillotine -- more generally, capital punishment and the various methods of meting out death -- has been the abiding obsession of my life." Lanzmann then launches into an overwhelming ten-page reverie describing execution after execution -- by guillotine, by garotte, by axe, by a bullet to the neck, by bayonet training on live human targets. Then Lanzmann catches his breath and writes, "You must understand that I love life madly, love it all the more now that I am close to leaving it..."<br />
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And so his life proceeds -- death and life, death and life, death and life. Lanzmann and his family evaded deportation and fought in the French Resistance. He went on to be a journalist and right-hand man to Jean-Paul Sartre (at the journal <i>Les Temps modernes</i>); he was Simone de Beauvoir's lover for many years (and they keep getting into dramatic, life-threatening mountaineering incidents); he first traveled to Israel in the early 1950s -- and to North Korea as well. He tells a long, very French story about his passion for a Korean nurse -- and the utter weirdness and severity of North Korea. Lanzmann supported Algerian independence and marched with rebels, but he later repudiated the new nation when it supported the destruction of Israel.<br />
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Lanzmann stumbled into film-making, first making a film called, <i>Pourquoi Israel</i>, after doing some French TV work. He agreed to make a then-untitled Holocaust film for the simple reason that he wanted to spend time in Israel with a woman who became his wife.<br />
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The last 20 percent or so of the book (about 100 pages) then describes, in almost an abbreviated way, the making (and to a lesser extent, reception) of <i>Shoah</i>, which took 12 years. Lanzmann describes how he met people and conceived of some of the segments -- such as the scene with Abraham Bomba, pretending to cut hair in a Tel Aviv barber shop, as he describes cutting the hair of women moments before they were gassed at Treblinka. He also discusses segments and people who didn't make it into the film -- including a member of the Einsatzgruppen.<br />
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In one moving scene, Lanzmann describes knocking late at night on the door of an elderly man in a small Polish village -- this is Henrik Gawkowski, the engine driver of the death trains at Treblinka, who appears early in the film. Lanzmann is the first man to ever ask him about his experiences, and he welcomes and feeds Lanzmann, and they talk until dawn. Henrik (as Lanzmann affectionately calls him) is "devastatingly honest," and this scene deepens one's experience of the film.<br />
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On many occasions, Lanzmann lied to government and private funders in order to see his film to its 9.5-hour, 12-year end. But while seeking funds in the U.S., he could not answer one question: "'Mr Lanzmann, what is your message?' Each time, I remained silent, I was incapable of answering such a question; I still am. I don't know what the 'message' of <i>Shoah</i> is. I never thought of it in those terms. If I had said, 'My message is: Never again!' or perhaps 'Love one another,' wallets would probably have sprung open, but I was a sorry fundraiser: of the budget for <i>Shoah</i>, not one single dollar came from the USA."Doug Levinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05442233093216368844noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684110025973064514.post-68600876653818695612012-04-17T13:41:00.004-07:002012-04-17T20:07:01.497-07:00Time Travel : My 1995 Review of Hard-Boiled: An Anthology of American Crime Stories<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikpC2CYsOzgGLqJK5xGTC_Myr4BOuNZulFLbu6EqS_lD6yUESwTwAqGJEeK8LRuM9QzBLkAZDaURzrJh0O__1CwbDoOmJKBxPpmvF0VMARKCC3BwXgApMmQlA2RUyveUZrOoZnvzLpBMzk/s1600/Hardboiled-Adrian-Pronzini.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 215px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikpC2CYsOzgGLqJK5xGTC_Myr4BOuNZulFLbu6EqS_lD6yUESwTwAqGJEeK8LRuM9QzBLkAZDaURzrJh0O__1CwbDoOmJKBxPpmvF0VMARKCC3BwXgApMmQlA2RUyveUZrOoZnvzLpBMzk/s320/Hardboiled-Adrian-Pronzini.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732569305544763186" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">I've fallen down on the job -- again. In order to assure my few readers that I am slothful, not dead, I thought I'd make a quasi-reappearance with a reprint of my review of </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Hard-Boiled: An Anthology of American Crime Stories</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">, edited by Bill Pronzini and Jack Adrian. First, a short explanation...</span><br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">A month or so ago, while searching for something else on the Web, I found a bibliographic reference to a review of mine that ran in the academic journal </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Studies in Short Fiction</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> in the Fall 1997 issue (it ran two years after I wrote it). I remember writing the review but was under the impression that it never ran -- that it had fallen through the cracks of the editor's desk. Apparently it did run, and the text is available online (in CBS's FindArticles database). When I wrote it, I had been reading some -- but not a lot of -- crime fiction. So, like a good junior academic, I sort of feigned greater expertise than I had. I was eager to have some sort of publication in an academic journal -- if only to show that I was trying (it didn't do any good). Previously, I had published (and been paid for) a few general reviews that ran in </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">The Daily Californian</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> in Berkeley. Anyway, here's the review; please forgive my pretensions...</span><br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><br style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">HARD-BOILED: AN ANTHOLOGY OF AMERICAN CRIME STORIES, edited by Bill Pronzini and Jack Adrian</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">. New York: Oxford University Press, 1995. vii 532 pages. $25.</span><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> This collection serves as a reminder that some of the strongest American writing of the twentieth century has appeared in the genre of the hard-boiled. It also demonstrates the range of the genre and the problems with identifying criteria that make a story truly hard-boiled.</p><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">With academic and general interest in American crime fiction continuing to mount, </span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Hard-Boiled</span><span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> provides a selection of twentieth-century stories by decade from the twenties to the nineties. The best stories come from the twenties, thirties, and, in what may be a surprise to many readers, the fifties. The stories of the first decades are identifiably fueled by prohibition, depression, and gangsterism. The stories from the fifties illuminate the strong undercurrent of anomie, misogyny, and racism that colored the predominant cultural picture of postwar middle-class prosperity.</span><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> Many of the usual suspects appear in this anthology: Dashiell Hammett, Raymond Chandler, Chester Himes, two Cains (Paul and James M.), two MacDonalds (John D. and Ross), Mickey Spillane, Evan Hunter, and Jim Thompson. Editors Bill Pronzini and Jack Adrian have also searched for new and lost voices, as well as unexpected stories by writers now well known in the field. Of the latter, the best find is a story called "Trouble-Chaser" by Paul Cain, one of the hardest of the hard. Cain's only novel, <span style="font-style: italic;">Fast One</span>, and his story collection, <span style="font-style: italic;">Seven Slayers</span>, are minor classics, both recently reissued; "Trouble-Chaser," on the other hand, has not seen the light of day since its 1934 appearance in the seminal pulp, <span style="font-style: italic;">Black Mask</span>. A Hollywood story, "Trouble-Chaser" compresses some of the genre's best elements into fewer than 20 pages: a booze runner, his hooking wife, a Hollywood studio head, his heroin-addicted, jealousy-stricken starlet wife, and a trouble-chasing, on-the-make hero whose wit matches his cynicism. The story accumulates three bodies, showcases two staged suicides, and ends tightly with a nice nod to the reader: our hero curls up with a book as he waits for the police to arrive.</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Cain's story exemplifies with the strongest of the collection that the hard-boiled is at its peak when it is pitiless, plotted at breakneck speed, a touch droll, and well aware of its generic confinement to amoral entertainment. With the exception of Gil Brewer's grim, sketchy story, "Home" (1956), about a black man run down by a car, the stories driven by social issues fall flat. A case in point, Lawrence Block's 1990 story, "Batman's Helpers," follows Block's detective, Matthew Scudder, and his compatriots as they hassle immigrants hawking unlicensed Batman togs on the streets of Manhattan. The story ends with Scudder leaving the easy assignment after a day--a hard-boiled man with no stomach for leaning on the disenfranchised.</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> Strangely enough, Block's oddly saccharine story made its original appearance in Playboy. This late venue for the hard-boiled story stands as a reminder of the genre's targeted male audience, a fact most evident in the name of the genre's main vehicle of the fifties: Manhunt. The stories of Manhunt can be exceptionally brutal. David Alexander's "Mama's Boy" (1955), for instance, follows a narcissistic bodybuilding gigolo as he searches for, finds, and kills an older woman. <span style="font-style: italic;">Hard-Boiled</span>'s editors should be applauded for including this story, which displays the seaminess of the genre's best writing.</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> In spite of all my boy talk, two women wrote and published some of the finest stories in the 1950s men's magazines. Helen Nielsen does a fine job in "A Piece of Ground" (1957), a stark, almost archetypal rendering of the rustic undone in the big city. Leigh Brackett also appears with a story that is stronger than its title, "So Pale, So Cold, So Fair" (1957). Brackett's place in this anthology also draws the link between the hard-boiled and film noir: she co-authored the screenplay for Howard Hawks's adaptation of Raymond Chandler's <span style="font-style: italic;">The Big Sleep</span> (1946) and nearly 30 years later scripted Robert Altman's version of Chandler's <span style="font-style: italic;">The Long Goodbye</span> (1973).</p><p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"> Pronzini and Adrian's introduction provides a good thumbnail sketch of the genre's history. They do better discussing publishing history than literary genealogy. Tying the hard-boiled hero to Huck Finn, Ahab, and Natty Bumppo only goes so far. They also rightly confess the collection's limitations, and indeed several strong hard-boiled authors are absent. Nevertheless, the collection serves as both a useful introduction to and distillation of the hard-boiled.</p>Doug Levinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05442233093216368844noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8684110025973064514.post-89020562839872110312012-02-26T10:36:00.006-08:002012-02-26T11:33:38.430-08:00Reading Reflections on the Kindle, Four Months In<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0vr91vKqvHbzDQZuzMkVgkPEvCcyFEOl-wrvu16UdBK6IgnUciZRKnjfkzyDyscnDUewWjgY98sYIFuAMdvPBW74KBoe57xHjRFC-VH2byEq8pWUiunPNov3NBLESugGAhXg-EkJu0Hkt/s1600/MyKindle.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0vr91vKqvHbzDQZuzMkVgkPEvCcyFEOl-wrvu16UdBK6IgnUciZRKnjfkzyDyscnDUewWjgY98sYIFuAMdvPBW74KBoe57xHjRFC-VH2byEq8pWUiunPNov3NBLESugGAhXg-EkJu0Hkt/s200/MyKindle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5713528482845087282" border="0" /></a>I've been reading a fair amount -- but putting up notices on <a href="http://www.goodreads.com/">Goodreads</a> rather than fuller write-ups on this blog. I've also been reading a lot about ebooks and ereaders -- manic and apocalyptic (e.g., Franzen), and I thought I would weigh in with my own personal experience as a reader and book buyer over the last four months (I bought my low-end $79 Kindle in October 2011).<br /><br />First, a little context: I am not a book collector, but I own a lot of books. I have liked to surround myself with my books as, I suppose, a physical marker of my experience reading them. I do donate and sell some books (e.g., to Powell's) and I use the library, but I also keep books that I'll never read again. They take up space, and I've moved books several times. Next time I move, I plan to cull my collection. I like the book as physical object, and perhaps partially in response to the emergence of electronic text, I wrote about the cultural and social meaning of books and print in early and 19th-century American culture in <a href="http://hdl.handle.net/10079/bibid/4651647">a doctoral dissertation</a> completed in 1997. That said, I'm not overly sentimental about books (and less so in recent years), nor excessively enamored of or repelled by technology per se. Okay, that's the context.<br /><br />Since purchasing my Kindle, I have read 13 books in full, of which 2 were read on the Kindle: Charles Bukowki's <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Ham-On-Rye-ebook/dp/B000SEHJGQ/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1330283441&sr=1-1"><span style="font-style: italic;">Ham on Rye</span></a> ($1.99 special) and George Pelecanos's <span style="font-style: italic;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/What-It-Was-ebook/dp/B005HFO072">What It Was</a> </span>(new book, 99 cents special). I have also read stories from several collections, including <a href="http://douglevin.blogspot.com/2011/10/west-coast-crime-wave.html"><span style="font-style: italic;">West Coast Crime Wave</span></a> and Patti's Abbott's <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Monkey-Justice-Stories-ebook/dp/B005UOR9UK"><span style="font-style: italic;">Monkey Justice</span></a>. (I actually bought the Kindle so I could read <span style="font-style: italic;">WCCW</span>, where a story of mine appears.)<br /><br />I also started reading several novels -- and have left them unfinished at a much greater rate than I abandon print books. I also wouldn't say that I've abandoned these books -- I may dip back into them at any time, though with loss of continuity. I have also purchased many more ebooks than I am going to read. They don't take up space, and they are cheap; they are almost bought defensively so that I don't kick myself for not jumping on them when I had the chance. I've bought crime novels by McBain, Block, Disher, and others, usually for $1.99. I've downloaded a few books for free and never paid more than $2.99 or $3.99.<br /><br />Generally, I continue to read from the printed page. That said, I read <span style="font-style: italic;">Ham on Rye</span> and <span style="font-style: italic;">What It Was </span>quickly on the Kindle, mostly at home, and stuck with them because they were particularly good books. I went on to read print editions (borrowed from a neighbor) of two other Bukowski titles. I guess the bar is higher for me to get through a book on Kindle.<br /><br />Here is a counter-example of sorts. I recently read (in print, from the library) Paul Barrett's non-fiction book, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Glock-Americas-Paul-M-Barrett/dp/0307719936/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1330283741&sr=8-2"><span style="font-style: italic;">Glock: The Rise of the American Handgun</span></a>. This was a good book, but not a great book. I could see myself forgetting about it on the Kindle, but its insistent presence in my house (with a cover picture of a Glock) kept me at it. I haven't dipped into Kindle Singles or novellas -- but I like the idea of a shorter long format. <span style="font-style: italic;">Glock</span> would probably be fine as a 30,000-word ebook -- longer than a long article but not puffed out to book length.<br /><br />My Kindle has also been valuable for travel and short reading breaks while running errands. Recently, I stood in an hour line at Disneyland -- and I read McBain on the Kindle to pass the time. The Kindle is small and seems sturdy; I often carry it in a coat pocket without a Kindle cover.<br /><br />So, that's my middle-of-the-road take on the Kindle as a reader. If I were a publisher or were opining in my semi-capacity as a commercial genre fiction writer, my take might be a bit different. If I were writing as a citizen-consumer concerned about competition-antitrust, I would certainly raise some red flags about Amazon (and probably Google). I don't like that I've aligned myself so closely with Amazon -- but I don't have strong allegiance to Big Six publishers either. My views and experiences are sure to evolve, and maybe I'll report back. Onward...Doug Levinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05442233093216368844noreply@blogger.com8