It’s the week between Christmas and New Years, so not a whole lot of action around here. Once we get to 2012 I’ll have interviews with Natasha Wimmer, on The Third Reich by Roberto Bolano, and Margaret Carson, on My Two Worlds by Sergio Chejfec.
The Blind Owl might be described as a cross between Kafka and Poe—there’s a definite creepy/Gothicness, but there’s also the sense of the void at the center of the modern world. It’s just a short book, but it has many outstanding features, and author Sadegh Hedayat is excellent at working his various motifs together like a musical composition. . . . continue reading, and add your comments
I think out of everything I read in 2011, The Notebooks of Malte Laudris Brigge would have to be my single most favorite thing. I could tell that I was in for an exceptional experience when certain trusted reader friends of mine, seeing that I had picked up the book at San Francisco Public’s annual huge book sale, spoke of the book in the kind of reverential tones that are only elicited by books of the highest quality. The book is composed of what I suppose you would call “entries” in Brigge’s notebooks, but there’s really very little . . . continue reading, and add your comments
Section.80 by Kendrick Lamar — this is Lamar’s first album. Some massive talent here . . .
Greatest Story Never Told by Saigon — this album is incredibly solid and diverse all the way through
Cats and Dogs by Evidence — a solid album. What else can I say? The track below samples Philip Glass.
The Family Sign by Atmosphere — this is hip hop at its most “spoken word”
Undun by The Roots — one of my favorite Roots albums in a while
I don’t know what to tell you; Beckett’s trilogy is essential. May you all read it before you die.
Melancholia by Lars von Trier — this is the first 8 minutes . . .
Kingdom by Lars von Trier — I think this must be the single funniest thing I watched this year, although the humor (and just about everything else) here is unlike any humor I’ve before seen. In my opinion, it was working on Kingdom that allowed von Trier to become the great director that so many know him as now . . .
A nice look at the critic and his quarry over at Vertigo.
Laszlo Krasznahorkai is one of the few authors I can seriously regard as today carrying on the work of the great modernists. The Melancholy of Resistance is a very hard book to pin down, but if anything it is about the energy, terror, seduction, and appeal of fascism. The book is about a Leviathan-like whale that comes to a town in Hungary, and how the spectacle of it exerts power over the masses and is used by the powers that be. Krasznahorkai’s long sentences are frequently remarked on, and they are great, but this book also includes a . . . continue reading, and add your comments
To introduce Suicide, here’s what I wrote at the top of my interview with the book’s translator: