The Kind of Books There Should Be More (Some) Of

There needs to be more light fiction that’s really good.

When I say ‘light fiction’ I’m referring to tone, not necessarily the weight of themes, etc. Though the weight of particular themes has a necessary impact on the tone of a book.

P.G. Wodehouse is great, but he may be the only great writer to write books that are essentially about nothing. All the important stuff is laid on the skeleton, but there’s no animating breath running through it all. That’s not a criticism. Those books are machines that do their job. But I want books that do a slightly different job.

Douglas Adams is great, or I think I do. I haven’t read HGttG in probably 16 years. Those books are hilarious, but they’re satire, and satire doesn’t feed the soul. Juxtaposed to Wodehouse, Adams is almost all subtext. The form is subject to the whims of the humor, and the core of the story is less important than some pretty snarky jokes. This could be a total mis-rememberance on my part, and again, I’ve got nothing against it. I love those books. They’re just not exactly what I want.

The books I’ve found most satisfying have tended to be literary fiction on a high order. Old School by Tobias Wolff, Gilead by Marilynne Robinson, The Death of Ivan Ilyich by Tolstoy, and lots of others. Very satisfying stories told by exceptional writers. But you can’t live on that kind of stuff alone. I don’t think I can, anyway. I need something light to alternate with some of these weightier items. But I don’t think light ought to mean that we skimp on nourishment.

Here’s how I know it: Pixar. The Incredibles, Wall-E, Toy Stories 1 and 3, and to a lesser extent, nearly everything else they’ve done. The stories are light and fun, but they typically attain real thematic weight. The dramatic shape and thematic coherence of The Incredibles are of such a high order of craft as to make the story a perfect sphere of story. Everything locks into place and feels assured without killing the life of the story.

And I can’t think of a single book that does what The Incredibles does. I mean, I can think of lots of books with that kind of shape and coherence, but not with a similarly ‘fun’ tone. I’m not saying that those books don’t exist, just that I haven’t found them. And I’ve been looking.

I feel like the one on the left, usually.

I feel like the one on the left, usually.

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Honestly, people. Nobody does better cellphone photos than poet Mark Leidner.

Honestly, people. Nobody does better cellphone photos than poet Mark Leidner.

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I am living proof that conservatives’ and liberals’ values are worlds apart.

… I don’t believe that the Ten Commandments were delivered to Moses on tablets of stone, and I never cease to wonder what made the ancient Jews believe that God wanted them to “honor” their fathers and mothers. If I were trying to make up a precept that made no sense, I would be hard pressed to think of a better one. Although I was good to my mother in her declining years, I would have hit the ceiling if anyone had ever suggested that I was obliged to do anything for her.

When I was a child, and someone said to me, “Respect your elders,” I always asked, “Why?” The question was not rhetorical. By what logic does youth owe deference to age? The reverse is true. Older people ought to be able to bear discomfort and inconvenience better than kids or teenagers. While I usually offer my seat on a train or subway to a child or teenager, I would not dream of offering it to an older person. I once offered my seat to a toddler. His mother took it, and I demanded that she give it back. I let her know what a pig I thought she was, too. In my view, a mother who would sit and let her child stand deserves to be spat upon.

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On telling parents to f*** themselves | The Righteous Mind. Actually, your account has nothing to do with liberalism and conservatism. Instead, you are living proof of the unassailable fact that the more absolute a jackass a person is the prouder he will be of his jackassery.

I quote this response to Jonathan Haidt’s Righteous MInd book because it raises an interesting question: How many people are there like this, people who think that they owe nothing to anyone? People who seem genuinely unaware that their parents raised them, fed them, protected them — that they would be dead without parental care, in constant danger from the cruelly powerful without laws and law enforcement, ignorant without teaching — people who, like Milton’s Satan, think themselves “self-begot.” How many such people are there in the world?

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Ugh. Ayjay is the best. The person he’s reblogging? The worst.

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An excerpt from an old podcast (of mine) that I chanced to listen to this morning. The me from 2010 made the me of this morning laugh.

Short Stories May Have Found Their Place Again

This here little post offers some hope for anyone who writes stories. You might actually be able to make money at it again (YOU probably didn’t before, but some people did; in the 40’s or whenever).

"Somewhere along the way, I became a more honest book owner: I now know that nine times out of 10 I’ll enjoy a book about a dysfunctional family or the comedies of small-town American life more than I will one about a drug addict or rock star. I don’t hold on to books I didn’t enjoy – even those that critical wisdom told me I “should” have – and I no longer keep a copy of Gravity’s Rainbow around the house for hypothetical purposes."

Tom Cox (via ayjay)

Hmmm … I’m still not quite there. I’ll be happier when I finally admit to myself that I don’t want to read that book in particular.

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When I asked if the tumor would get any bigger, the doctor gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Bigger? Sure, probably.”

“Will it get a lot bigger?”

“No.”

“Why not?” I asked.

And he said, sounding suddenly weary, “I don’t know. Why don’t trees touch the sky?”

VONNEGUT

I guarantee you that no modern story scheme, even plotlessness, will give a reader genuine satisfaction, unless one of those old-fashioned plots is smuggled in somewhere. I don’t praise plots as accurate representations of life, but as ways to keep readers reading. When I used to teach creative writing, I would tell the students to make their characters want something right away—even if it’s only a glass of water. Characters paralyzed by the meaninglessness of modern life still have to drink water from time to time.
I think I’ve put this same quote up before, but I don’t care. I’m too lazy too check, and too in love with this idea to worry about repeating myself to my vast audience.

Attention Span by William Mull-Innes

I train my focus on the internet
to dart and shift, start and drift
from article to tweet, and sweat
my woefully shortened shrift.

But last night
your face shone
rapt with interest
reading Pinterest
from your phone.