Thursday, July 28, 2011

The New Yorker: "Reverting to a Wild State" by Justin Torres


August 1, 2011: “Reverting to a Wild State” by Justin Torres

There’s a lot to like about this story, starting with its innovative structure. It’s made up of 4 sections, moving backward in time (3, 2, 1, 0). The narrator as a 19 year old, in the last section, has just become involved with Nigel, and the two are embarking on a summer adventure—working on a small farm in Virginia. In the third scene, but second chronologically, Nigel worries that the narrator is breaking up with him, and the narrator is revealed to be flawed (but then we KNEW that from the first scene, which is last chronologically). But no need to summarize the whole thing—it’s short, and it’s available to read for free, so please do. It doesn’t feel particularly deep—it’s essentially about a gay man who isn’t able to hold onto something good—but still, it’s a good piece.

I was afraid that it was an excerpt, since Torres has a novel coming out later this year, but judging by the very interesting interview conducted by Willing Davidson it’s not. I find it interesting that Torres talks about the autobiographical nature of his writing, but then says that the characters are composites. I’d say this is true for most writers, whether they admit it or not.

Wednesday, July 27, 2011

Writing Fiction: From Idea to Story

I'll be teaching a creative writing class this fall in Blue Ridge Community College's Workforce Services and Continuing Education Division: Writing Fiction: From Idea to Story. The course description is on page 22 of the .pdf brochure.

The class, which meets at BRCC's Plecker Center on four consecutive Tuesdays from 6:30-8:30 pm, beginning September 13, will explore fiction fundamentals and will also look at some of the great short stories of American and world literature. If you've wanted to write fiction but didn't know where to start, here's a great opportunity.

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

Man Booker Prize 2011 longlist announced: Man Booker Prize news

Man Booker Prize 2011 longlist announced: Man Booker Prize news

Alas, I've read none of these. I haven't even HEARD of these books.

Julian Barnes The Sense of an Ending (Jonathan Cape - Random House)
Sebastian Barry On Canaan's Side (Faber)
Carol Birch Jamrach's Menagerie (Canongate Books)
Patrick deWitt The Sisters Brothers (Granta)
Esi Edugyan Half Blood Blues (Serpent's Tail - Profile)
Yvvette Edwards A Cupboard Full of Coats (Oneworld)
Alan Hollinghurst The Stranger's Child (Picador - Pan Macmillan)
Stephen Kelman Pigeon English (Bloomsbury)
Patrick McGuinness The Last Hundred Days (Seren Books)
A.D. Miller Snowdrops (Atlantic)
Alison Pick Far to Go (Headline Review)
Jane Rogers The Testament of Jessie Lamb (Sandstone Press)
D.J. Taylor Derby Day (Chatto & Windus - Random House)

Sewanee Writers' Conference

The Sewanee Writers' Conference begins today in Sewanee, TN. I wish I were there! I remember the excitement of driving to the University of the South--about an 8-hour trip for me--and arriving in the afternoon to check in and get settled into the dorm, then running into old friends, assembling for the first dinner and the first reading (I hear that Jill McCorkle is kicking things off tonight).

I hope everyone has a great time. I'm sure you will!

Monday, July 25, 2011

VCCA France is a go!

Photo by Richard McCord, from VCCA website
The last several days have been hectic. Midweek I learned that I might be getting a residency at VCCA's facilities in France: Moulin à Nef, in the village of Auvillar. Trying to make that happen was stressful--the residency available was almost 4 weeks, and adding in travel would have been almost a month. That's a long time to be away--from the garden, the dog, the house, other responsibilities (which is the POINT of a residency, of course, but the thought of it was a little overwhelming). So I said no. But then the next day a much shorter residency opened up because of a cancellation and I grabbed it. Then it turned out I have a possible house-sitter (and dog-sitter), so I could be away for a couple of weeks without worrying too much.

So that much was decided by Thursday night. On Friday I headed to Chicago for my niece's wedding--although there were some horrific storms during the weekend, none of them disrupted any of the festivities, some of which--including the ceremony--were outside. Lots of fun, and I met lots of family and friends of my new nephew-in-law.

Today I've booked a flight (I decided to skip Paris on this trip, as much as I enjoy it) direct to Toulouse, where I'll explore for a few days before going to to Auvillar. I even booked a hotel. Really the last bit will be to figure out the train schedule from Toulouse to the nearest train station and book that. And then I'll be [mostly] all set!

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

"The Open Book" in the new LITnIMAGE

My story, "The Open Book," is in the Summer 2011 issue of LITnIMAGE.

I hope you enjoy it!

Book Review: Eddie's War, by Carol Fisher Saller



What a pleasure this was to read! Eddie’s War is aimed at young readers (age 10 and up), and so it doesn’t offer all the complexities of plot, language, and character that books for adults often have, but that doesn’t diminish the pleasurable experience of reading about charming young Eddie and the tribulations of growing up in Ellisville, Illinois on the eve of World War II.

Eddie is the younger son of Wynton and May Carl, who live on a farm in Central Illinois not far from the farm of Wynton’s parents. A smart boy, Eddie begins reading the newspapers in the town library and befriends Jozef Mirga, an older man who is looking for news about his home town in Poland. Soon Eddie is following closely the events in Europe and learns about the Nazis and their conquests. He is outraged, and advocates for America’s entry into the war: “Why shouldn’t we fight? We help our neighbors—it’s the same, right?” Others aren’t so sure, and wonder if the risk is worth it.

But when Japan attacks Pearl Harbor, the doubt is gone, and local boys volunteer to fight, including Thomas, Eddie’s older brother. Saller portrays Thomas as a nearly ideal older brother, and Eddie’s love and admiration are demonstrated in his letters and also in his fears for Thomas’s safety, heightened when another local boy is killed at Normandy. The war has other impacts in Ellisville, too. Eddie’s budding romance with Sarah Mulberry is disrupted when he sees her kissing Private Deylon Reevy as he’s about to ship out. And Jozef Mirga—a gypsy whose family in Poland is at risk—comes under suspicion when there is a mysterious fire.

These aren’t the only challenges Eddie has to deal with—he stumbles upon a family secret, for example, that helps him understand his father and grandfather’s relationship—and Saller has done a masterful job of weaving all of these threads into a remarkable tapestry.

The book is told in a series of very short stories written in verse, each with its own title and date, many of which could stand alone, but also fit seamlessly into the whole. And while the book is definitely fiction, Saller discloses on her website that many of the short stories were inspired by her own father’s diary from that era, and from letters that he wrote to his older brother at war.

A great deal of this book’s warmth derives from the character of Eddie himself. He’s a good kid—respectful to his elders, kind to old Jozef, a lover of animals (except snakes)—and his sensibilities and good instincts evolve over the course of the book. Early on he has a conversation with his brother’s friend Gabe: “I read about this guy over t’ Henry County, busted a killer out of jail, hung him from a tree.” Eddie doesn’t understand the fuss, since the killer would have been hanged anyway, but Gabe teaches him about justice and the rule of law, a lesson that stays with Eddie when old Jozef is arrested.

This is a great young people’s book that all of us can enjoy.

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

Without Borders

Borders Books is closing? Really? Yawn. Seriously. Although I feel for the nearly 11,000 employees who will lose their jobs, and the publishers who will suffer when unsold books are returned and bills are left unpaid, I don't see how this will impact me in the slightest.

Borders didn't carry my book. I was never tempted to arrange an event at a Borders. I haven't shopped in a Borders for years (other than an attempt to bargain hunt at a store-closing sale earlier this year) and the last time I tried to do so I was horrified by the staff's lack of book knowledge. When I worked in DC, I used to visit Borders often on my lunch hour, and possibly they started losing money when I moved away. But Barnes & Noble long ago passed Borders as my favorite superstore, for inventory alone--not to mention ambiance, coffee, and competence.

And the closest Borders to me now is about 100 miles away. The Barnes & Noble branches aren't exactly close--there's one in Harrisonburg and one in Charlottesville--but they're in reach. And there are decent independent bookstores much closer. I may not be able to browse much in those stores, but they will be happy to order for me--and be polite and efficient while doing it.

So I can't get too broken up about the loss of Borders. There are plenty of problems in the book business, but Borders' wounds were self-inflicted.

The New Yorker: "Matinée" by Robert Coover


July 25, 2011: “Matinée” by Robert Coover

This story seems typical of Robert Coover. I loved his story “Going for a Beer” from earlier this year (discussed here). And I enjoyed this one, too, though not quite as much. It’s a convoluted piece that keeps turning in on itself, a Möbius strip of a story with no beginning and no end. It’s about old movies, but it’s also about husbands and wives who are dissatisfied and looking for . . . something. On the other hand, it’s about movies (stories, lives) that sometimes break. (For more on the movie motif, see Deborah Treisman's interview with Coover.) But we leave before the end anyway because we know what’s going to happen, because we’ve seen this movie before.

A woman leaves the theater with a man she’s just met, except that’s in the movie that another couple has just watched, except the couple is at a bar and she’s a prostitute who is also a housewife, who spends her time in the theater watching matinees, and then she leaves with a man she’s just met . . .
If I had unlimited time I might try to unwind the story, but I’m not sure that would add to my enjoyment of it. Coover’s pretty cool.

Monday, July 18, 2011

New Issue of Prime Number Magazine

This photograph by Cath Barton is the cover of the new issue of Prime Number Magazine, which is now live.

It's a pretty terrific issue, I think, with fiction by Kevin McIlvoy, Corey Mesler, Kim Church, and many others, nonfiction by Michael Steinberg, Sheila Black, and others, and poetry by Jon Tribble, Karen Donovan, and others. We've even got some drama--a short play by Robert Moulthrop. And a couple of book reviews, including one of Eddie's War by Carol Fisher Saller, a contributor to the very first issue of the magazine.

There's lots to read, so please check it out!

Friday, July 15, 2011

Days 9 & 10 -- Seoul (The End)

Friday was our last full day of the Korea trip. The morning's activity occurred at the Seoul History Museum, where we had musical and dramatic performances by youth volunteers (mostly precocious 12 year olds). We also had a  buffet lunch (ribs!) and then free time in the afternoon. Which would have been great for last minute touring or shopping, except that it was pouring rain. So I used the time to pack and relax. We had a debriefing, and then it was time to get ready for our "formal" farewell celebration.

This was held at the Seoul Marina and Yacht Club, a beautiful facility on Yoido Island (near the National Assembly building). I was fortunate to be included at the head table, and had a chance to speak with our host, the President of the Korea Foundation, the agency responsible for implementing these Peace Corps revisit trips. I'm glad I had a chance to express my thanks directly to President Kim.

The dinner was wonderful and so was the conversation, but there were three highlights to the event: First, a slide show presented photographs from the event, including many of our revisit photographs. Second, at the very end of the evening we all launched our "wish" lanterns -- large paper lanterns with paraffin candles on which we wrote our wishes (most had to do with peace) and then the rain paused long enough for us to launch our lanterns into the sky. It was a fun and beautiful way to end the evening and the week. But before we did that, we had a concert by a trio of amazing performers: a cellist, a pianist, and a saenghwang player. The instrument is pictured at left and I had never heard it before it. The woman who played it produced these mesmerizing, other-worldly sounds. It seems to be sort of a harmonica, but it produces tones like an oboe. Just amazing.

When we got back to the hotel, several people came to my room to work on the bottle of soju I had been given. We had a great conversations and took care of about half the bottle. That was lots of fun.

This morning, at our final breakfast, I was able to give the remainder away, and then it was time to head for the airport--in more heavy rain. But we trudged over to the bus stop, got wet, and missed the bus--but the driver saw us and stopped! So I'm now in the airport lounge, preparing for the long (and I do mean long) flight home, after a wonderful visit.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Seoul -- Day 8 (continued again)

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Here's another clip from the Kayagum concert.

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Seoul -- Day 8 (continued)

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In the afternoon, many of us attended a concert of a kayagum orchestra, which I really enjoyed.

Seoul -- Day 8

woodblock print making

kimchi I made

the start of the kimchi lesson

The king with his youth volunteer

kimchi making aftermath

my mistakes being corrected
Thursday morning saw the group heading off to a traditional house in Seoul for some unusual cultural activities. We were paired with "youth volunteers" -- a group of very bright young Korean students who speak very good English. Together, we tried on traditional Korean clothing, made kimchi, and made wood block prints.

After that, the kids showed us around Unhyeung Palace, one of the minor palaces of Seoul.

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Day 7 -- Jeonju

The rain finally stopped, although it was overcast. I got up early and walked around the streets of the Hanok Village--hoping I could find a cup of coffee. (I did find one place that opened at 7am, but I decided to keep walking anyway.) When I got back to the house, the owner, a kayagum teacher and performer, got out her instrument and played a couple of songs.

Soon Mr. Hong arrived and we went off to breakfast and then touring around this old part of Jeonju city, including a visit to an ancient Confucian school that has been in its current site for more than 400 years. There are some 400-year-old trees there, but the oldest one in the area is this 600-year-old Gingko tree. (It's "eunhaeng" in Korean.)











Then we visited the old Catholic church, which was built on the site of the martyrdom of early Korean Christians. I can't say that I remember coming to this church when I lived here in the 70s.














We also visited one of the gates along the wall that once fortified the city, and while I also don't remember seeing the gate in the old days, it did grace many of the brochures about local tourism back in those days. It's a pretty impressive site for a relatively small city.







We also went to Gyeonggijeon, which is a pavilion that holds a portrait of the founder of the Joseon (Chosun) dynasty, a line that holds links to this part of Korea. (Finally, something I remember from the old days!)













This shot is also from this complex -- it supposedly once held the king's umbilical cord.















I wanted to see a local Buddhist temple, so off we went to Geumsansa (Gold Mountain Temple) Monestery which is about 20 kms. outside of Jeonju. I visited there a couple of times in the 70s. It belongs to the Maitreya school of Buddhism. It's a beautiful spot.



We then headed back into town to meet with an old friend of mine before taking one last look at my university on the way back to Seoul.










And here are a couple of other random shots from the visit:
Sun Moon Gate from the Confucian School

from Geumsansa

from PoongNam gate

Dumpling vendor in Jeonju

Lotus pond at DeokJin park (next to university)

Day 6 -- Jeonju

On Tuesday morning I set off for Jeonju, North Jolla Province, with a guide. I probably didn't need a guide, but Mr. Hong did make things easier, especially since he drove, so there was no hassle with public transportation. Unfortunately, the monsoon season kicked in with a vengeance, so the trip wasn't exactly scenic.

Nonetheless, we arrived in Jeonju--the city where I spent 2 years teaching English in the 70s--around lunch time and set off in search of bibimbap, the dish for which the city is famous. We found a place that was recommended, and I thought it was pretty good.

Here's me eating Jeonju bibimbap.












And here I am standing in front of the restaurant.












Then we wanted to find the neighborhood where I used to live. I kept saying that it was 35 years ago and i doubted that we'd find the neighborhood, much less the house, but Mr. Hong insisted. But nothing looked right, and I only had a vague idea of what my "address" was back then (and addresses were pretty vague to begin with--I didn't have a street). Eventually we stopped at the district office and the people there tried to help, but they didn't believe me when I said the main street that cut through town didn't even exist back then. Here's the office where we studied the local map.

Although I was ready to give up, Mr. Hong drove around some more, but I'm sure that urban renewal took my house. But we talked to these very nice ladies about the old days, and so I do think we were in the right general vicinity.








It was then time for our appointment at the university, where we met with the dean of the international affairs office. We had a nice talk and I was interviewed by a reporter from the school newspaper. We also had a campus tour, even though there's really nothing left from the old days. Chonbuk University now has 30,000 students--maybe about 6 times the number it had back in the 70s.





Then, in the very heavy rain, we located the place where I was to stay--a room in a traditional-style house in Jeonju's Hanok Village. Back in the 70s, everything was traditional, so this sort of place didn't exist, or rather it wasn't special. This was fun as a reminder of the old days, although sleeping on a mat on the floor I could probably have done without. Some more pictures below:





Guest house owner plays kayagum

Rainy courtyard of guest house

Monday, July 11, 2011

Seoul -- Day 5

It was a great day, even though it's been raining since early morning.

We began with a visit to Korea's Ministry of Foreign Affairs and Trade for briefings on Korean-American relations, education policy, and health issues. We then split into two groups, with the former health volunteers visiting the Korea Foundation for International Healthcare and the education volunteers touring Yonsei University, one of the top universities in Korea.

We then went for lunch for a Korean specialty that's kind of hard to explain. It's called Sam-gey-tang, and is a chicken soup made with ginseng, chestnuts, jujubes, and other fine ingredients. (Okay, so maybe it's not so hard to explain, but that description doesn't do it justice.) Served with a glass of persimmon wine, which tastes a little like Fanta orange.

And then we headed to the next event. The American Ambassador, Kathleen Stephens, who was a Peace Corps Volunteer in Korea at the same time I was, hosted a meeting at the beautiful residence (pictures at left, although that picture is from the Embassy's website and was taken in winter; it opened while I was a volunteer in Korea in the '70s) including a briefing by officers from the economic, political, and public affairs sections of the Embassy. The Ambassador is a very impressive diplomat, and maybe some readers will be interested to see this "virtual photo book" called Kathleen Stephens' Korea 1975-77 with photos she took during her time here as a volunteer.

I hope you will also be interested in this special photo exhibition of pictures taken both by Peace Corps Volunteers and Korea International Cooperation Agency Volunteers: A Story of Volunteerism.

This evening we attended a lovely dinner hosted by the Korea Foundation, which is responsible for implementing the revisit program. They've put an enormous amount of work into the program.

Which brings us to the end of Monday. Tomorrow we're off to our respective sites, so I may not be able to post again until I return to Seoul on Wednesday evening.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

Seoul -- Day 4

It's Sunday, and I'm basically adjusted to the time now. At breakfast this morning, several of us decided we would search for a the Bukchon hanok maeul, a traditional neighborhood of Korean-style homes not unlike the hutong neighborhoods of Beijing. Like the hutong, hanok are disappearing and the cities where they exist have belatedly embraced preservation. When we lived here decades ago, though, these neighborhoods were common--and there was no need to call them by this special name, or take any steps to preserve them. The were just normal. When we did get there, we found them interesting but a little disappointing, simply because they were so familiar to us.

On the way, we passed by the east edge of Gyeongbukgoong and the Folk Museum. You can see part of the structure through the gate in this photo.














The walk toward the hanok was somewhat uphill.












But eventually we got there, and found a spot for some interesting photographs of the rooftops of the neighborhood.










One of the houses had these hot peppers growing right outside the front door, and then we saw these growing in front of several more houses.










We kept walking around and eventually headed back toward downtown, when we found this little part that had a lot of mostly older men playing paduk and changgi.









And finally we found a little restaurant in Insa-dong where we had a couple of different kinds of chiggae--spicy stews, and some refreshing cold beers. Wonderful lunch!









We then came back to the hotel to register for this program that begins in earnest tomorrow, and during and after dinner we had our "orientation" -- reminders of what our schedules are. We've got a pretty full week.