Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Can your old book do this?
Monday, December 12, 2011
From the Pen of William Faulkner
"They stand in rigid, terrific hiatus, the horse trembling and groaning. Then Jewel is on the horse’s back. He flows upward in a swooping swirl, like the lash of a whip, his body in mid-air, shaped to the horse. For another moment the horse stands sprattled, with lowered head, before it bursts into motion. They descend the hill in a series of spine-jolting jumps, Jewel high, leach-like on the withers, to the fence where the horse bunches to a scuttering halt again."
"Back-running, tunneled between the two sets of bobbing mule ears, the road vanishes beneath the wagon as though it were a ribbon, and the front axle were a spool."
"The sun, an hour above the horizon, is poised like a bloody egg upon a crest of thunderheads. The light has turned copper, in the eye portentous, in the nose sulfurous, smelling of lightning."
"When I reach the front he is struggling with Gillespie, the one lean in underclothes, the other stark naked. They are like two figures in a Greek frieze, isolated out of all reality by the red glare."
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Shelf Actualization: One Month In

Well, it’s been exactly one month since we reached launch velocity here at ShelfActualization.com. And over the course of 37 posts, we’ve tried to make good on our bluster about becoming your home on the web for low-falutin literary delights and your gateway drug for literary fiction. As you can see above, we’ve already highlighted some amazing authors, and dozens of others have been mentioned along the way. And there’s a lot more to come.
But the reception has been a warm one, and we want to thank all of you who have commented, emailed, participated in contests and just taken a few moments to check out the site.
Saturday, December 10, 2011
NaNoWriMo Wrap-up: Interview with Natalie Field
NaNoWriMo Wrap-up: Interview with Jason Black
NaNoWriMo Wrap-up: Interview with Mike Kroll
NaNoWriMo Wrap-Up: Interview with Fiona Webster
NaNoWriMo Wrap-Up
And Robert Louis Stevenson’s Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde was scratched off in just 6 days! Yeah, you’ll tell me, but the thing’s only about 100 pages long. That’s true, but at Stevenson’s pace, an entire month's work would have yielded a 500 page book of roughly 125,000 words. So, it is definitely doable.
Friday, December 9, 2011
First Line Friday!
“See the boy.”
In case you missed it, that’s the first line: “See the boy.” That’s it. And guess who wrote it?

Cormac McCarthy in Blood Meridian, one of the richest, most insanely beautiful novels ever written. And yet, the first line is extremely lacking. It’s too plain, too Biblical, too meaningless. “See the boy.” Ok, I’ll see him. What’s the big deal? There is no implementation of any language that is intriguing in the least.
But I suppose that that's how life is sometimes . . . simply lacking.
In Colum McCann’s solid novel Let the Great World Spin, he states “good days, they come around the oddest corners.” Well, it’s the same with first lines. I fully expected Blood Meridian to have a drop-dead amazing first line. But it couldn’t be further from the truth.
But to be fair, the rest of Blood Meridian more than makes up for a blasé first line.
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Write what you know
In general, I think that advice is sound. Faulkner is the greatest because he imbues his small, Southern universe with universal humanity. Steinbeck does the same with rural California. Joyce with catholic Ireland. And so on.
But it seems that modern American "high literature" is much more narrow than that of the past. Instead of taking the reader to rural California, fictional Mississippi, or the depressing Pacific Northwest (Carver), the reader always ends up in either New York City or a college English professor's office. The universe of settings and motifs has seemed to shrink, not expand, with globalization. Part of me thinks this has to do with the "write what you know" commandment. If all American writers today are university professors or New York City residents, what else can they write about? Maybe we need to find ways to support writers who have jobs other than pointy-nosed professor or Brooklyn hipster.

I, like Tucker, am somewhat ambivalent about Jonathan Franzen's Freedom. Part of my ambivalence is that the book, while very not short, seems narrow in its impact. It doesn't touch the pulse of the country in the same way that Faulkner or Steinbeck do. The book reveals much about modern life in NYC, but maybe not as much outside of it. Even though half of the book is set in Minnesota, is seems that the denizens of that frozen tundra are really NYC residents - they just don't know it yet.

I'd love suggestions on new (last decade) American literature that breaks with the academic NYC mold. My personal favorite is Marilyn Robinson who writes about small-town midwestern women. But Marilyn doesn't exactly break the mold - she's a professor at Iowa.