"Disgust with the seventeen-page story I just finished: a stiff, artificial piece…none of the deep emotional undercurrents gone into or developed. As if little hygienic trap-doors shut out the seethe and deep-grounded swell of my experience. Putting up artificial statues. I just can’t get outside myself."
So no posting at least until Monday? Maybe Tuesday? My hard drive just crashed and I have to wait until Monday to get some data off of the old one. And THEN I have to get the hard drive replaced. Thanks, Apple. Also, I’m blogging from my phone. Is it working? Is it? I’ll never know.
In this vid, watch the Real Chloe wax philosophical on Balenciaga and Calvin Klein. Just kidding. Also, Chloe hates Canada! Not in this vid, but the next one from this series. The real Chloe. Check the sidebar. I’m too lazy to link it. Blame it on the summer heat.
"That’s a funny story, Rita says, but I can see she doesn’t know what to make of it. I feel depressed. But I won’t go into it with her. I’ve already told her too much. She sits there waiting, her dainty fingers poking her hair. Waiting for what? I’d like to know. It is August. My life is going to change. I feel it.”
— Raymond Carver’s “Fat,” from Will You Please Be Quiet, Please?
Because I haven’t read this in a long time. Because it is here that Baudelaire greets his reader with “Hypocrite lecteur!—mon semblable,—mon frère!” I wanted to see this again, in print, because I wanted to remember just how much French grammar is so demanding of a writer; how French writers are, in return, so scrupulous with their sentence structure. Because I wanted to read it out loud, letting the r’s roll off my tongue, just like they used to.
I wrote on my friend Alex. He writes, he edits, and then he interns at Maisonneuve. We thought we spotted Win Butler near Névé before this conversation. No, it wasn’t Win, but yes, he does hang out there. Anyways, I quote / discuss Zadie Smith in there, too. No, I didn’t actually speak to her — found an interview with her on this thing called Youtube. After that, I Youtubed Bruce Springsteen because Bruce says “I’m sick of sitting ‘round here trying to write this book.” Then I recalled a line from “Paperback Writer” by The Beatles: “It took me years to write, will you take a look?” Then I accidentally changed the name of my column. Thanks a lot, Zadie Smith; I look so indecisive and unprofesh now. Aren’t my thoughts interesting? Nope? I’ll try harder next time, I swear. But Alex’s thoughts on all things writing are very interesting.
And let’s go on with this play by play, shall we? I emailed this to Alex. He later wrote: “Thank you for pretending I’m a writer worth interviewing.” No Alex, thank you.