Wednesday, November 05, 2025

wind advisory for this week super bright now

 Nov 3   two pages of Antunes first thing.  The way to read him.  Finished watching Wim Wenders' The Goalie's Anxiety at the Penalty Kick.  Watched first half yesterday evening.  Now to read the book by Peter Handke.  Will be my first Handke book.  Listed as being his first book.  1970.  Movie in 1972.  Year we moved from Chicago to Plymouth.  But first book was 1966, The Hornets.  Not translated.  Nobel in 2019.  Born 1942.  Generation or more after Bernhard.  Half generation, Bernhard born 1931.  Blurb on back of the book by Richard Locke says Handke rejected all categories of experience "as species of linguistic fraud."  Movie made me think of Loneliness of the Long Distance Runner movie--and book too I guess.  Last night we caved and paid full price to watch grand finale of Downton.  Had not seen the previous movie so clueless about a few of the story chinks.  Later I think I did see that Wenders movie way way back and had no clue what to do with it.  Lunch today with Elkins, duke and duchess, on their way north to Stowe after the terrors of summer on the Cape.  Cécile asked if we could get tickets to see Jack and the Beanstalk Dec 30 at Winnepesaukee Playhouse.  So that is on.  Tiny book by Lentz arrived, Motherdying. Prize for it.  Now to drop everything and read it.  Maybe.  Blurb on back of Moresco clues me in to it --"fabulist"--of, course, the figure of And from fables about the east.  Ah, so, Lentz picking up Arabian Nights armature.  Our post-war generation said what else can we do but go back and re-find the fables and tales of our great traditions.  Uncle Leroy and aunt Nancy gave me a book of Mythology for Christmas one year.  Captured my attention.  Beautiful line drawings throughout.  Gordian's knot.  Ulysses. 

from The Point Magazine under title "Sanctify Yourself"  one paragraph

Many postwar West German writers have wrestled with the incomprehensible atrocity that’s been their burden to bear. Lentz accepts this guilt too, but what sets him apart is his anger. He directs it most forcefully at conservative Germans like those on Düren’s city council, so committed to their repressive ethics that they risk repeating what brought about their annihilation in the first place—their dependence on authoritative figures for their own salvation. Everything, Lentz stresses, even this very book, is borne from this heritage. It’s why, until he begins to question his circumstances, the narrator is a willing participant in the creation of Schattenfroh. “The goal of art is compassio,” he observes, “taking part in and being part of the sufferings of Christ. Art is thus an eternally arcane theology. However, it’s not yet settled whether it’s a positive or negative one. The drasticness of the representation is tied to the notion of salvation.” And furthermore, he wonders, as his doubts deepen, “what justification would pain have if Jesus never existed?”

and the final one 

But what will draw readers to Schattenfroh in the years to come is the intention behind the grandiosity, the vision amid the chaos. “Germans primarily consist of the recollections of others,” Lentz writes, “a Mass of Incorporation” where “each act of dying is a murder that is avenged by a birth.” The same could be said of Schattenfroh—an impassioned, ruthless argument for rebellion against the Catholic Germanic order Lentz finds so intolerable, and a startlingly personal argument for literature as a source of redemption. It kills the past in order to avenge it with the birth of something new. Finally he has found a kind of suffering worth living for: the labor of creation.  

quite a good article. by Michael Barron.  Who is he?  As good as this piece is, superb and perhaps the most accurately detailed I've read so far, I felt some remorse that it exists because it is too good---the triumph of the analytic mind once again pulling the skeleton out of the living body into the anatomy lesson.  I sent the piece to Giorno hoping to interest him in reading the book but by the end of the essay I despaired because it ruins completely the sense of how reading the book feels to the readers.  Critical analysis be damned.  Read the book and re-read the book but don't convert it into encyclopedia entry.  

oh well 

another smart young puppy----pissed most likely that he was not invited to be part of Deep Vellum--

Michael Barron is a writer and editor of fiction, journalism, translation, and criticism of various sorts. He is a former book editor for the houses New Directions and Melville House. In 2020, he was awarded the Axion Foundation/E.L. Doctorow Fiction Fellowship at New York University. He currently serves on the board of the literary publishing house And Other Stories and is working on a novelized portrait of Washington D.C.

michael[at]michaelbarron[dot]co

ok so he's a quester with adhd 

I started telling stories as soon as I learned how to talk.

When I was in the tenth grade I wrote my first novel, which could be described as “The Breakfast Club meets The Book of Revelations.”

Since then I’ve written several considerably better stories. My short fiction has appeared a number of publications. I am also in the process of revising a novel and I am pursing writing independent comic book scripts.

I do most of my writing on our ugly yellow couch while one of our cats snoozes beside me (see below). When I’m not reading or writing I’m either working as a librarian in Baltimore County or training for a marathon with my brilliant wife. I have been fortunate enough to visit seventeen countries (including Chile, New Zealand and Ireland). I have worked on a number of big budget film sets and interned at Nickelodeon Studios. I am also undertaking a never-ending quest for the world’s greatest hot sauce!

I'm going to be envious-nasty here and say based on the high quality of this essay his analytical gifts are superior to his novel writing gifts.  

writing a novelized portrait of Washington D.C.

I am touched that in listing his world travels he does specify Chile.  

Way too snarky about this guy's great review essay.  Blame it on the weird px coffee I've been trying.  Paraxanthine replaces caffeine in Rarebird coffee.  Bizarre approach to the problems coffee give us.  Engineering solution for engineers.  Doesn't wash with poets and artists.  Is there a px chocolate?  

to Chris Via yesterday 

Found it fascinating that you did high school on your own, reading books.  Just like Virginia Woolf in her father's library.  Sorta too like Norman McLean.  No schooling except reading in mornings with his minister dad in only
the bible and the poems of Wordsworth. 

Given this quiet background it is marvelous how well you speak to the camera and explain the book and convey your deep love of literature.  You convey a great presence and fresh attentiveness. 

Early into reading Schattenfroh I tried a tweet something like this:  here is a book in love with how books love to be in love with other books.  This is one thing you for sure get.  

reply today 

Wow, again, thank you so much, Bob.
Such kind words really affirm what I'm trying to do.
In the end, I want to communicate my genuine love of literature.
I don't care about being a brand or a personality or an influencer or making money, etc.
This is a passion project.
And, as such, I do constantly have to battle against my "real job" for time and energy.
All best,
Chris

have to ask John E to re-tell the anecdote about the guy walking around town and also find where I quote same on here from recent book I read.  

Sunday, November 02, 2025

Nov 2

Sunday almost noon.  Super bright sunlight making the red Japanese maple leaves radiant, a redness that astonishes.  

Daylight savings time ended during the night.  Had no realization of this until short while ago when I looked at November in the family photo calendar the kids gave us.  

Yesterday I became overly enthused about a YouTube book talker named Chris Via and sent his video about Schattenfroh to everyone.  Now embarrassed by that.  Was I manic with the change of the season, All Saints Day, or coffee?  Headache now.  Every morning.  Do I have a brain tumor or have I had too much of the touted mushroom coffee and cacao?  Took an advil half an hour ago but seems worse now.  Drank lots of water too.  Dehydrated?  

Tried to focus on reading Moresco's Blue Room story in Clandestiny.  Now have huge pile of books to read next to the table.  Fall anxiety, darkness taking over.  

Some chat with the kids now that they've announced their holiday plans.  Arrive day After Christmas, darn 'em, and depart two days after new years.  They will ski with papa before Christmas with him.  

Sunday, October 26, 2025

Route Guidance is Not Advice

That line shows up on the map in the car.  Apple's lawyers and VW's lawyers covering things against all future possible lawsuits.  There would be a whole new genre for writers: use only lingo designed for protection against all future possible legal actions.  

31 Nov 

Days later I realized I had misread "not active" as "not advice."  I like that misreading and will keep the post.  

Bluesky chains on Schattenfroh are good because people are quoting great lines from it.  

Happy I put aside Szalay book unfinished.  Happier still to be into Moresco's Clandestiny, the first story the Blue Room perfect childhood adolescence transition.  Did I ever have a notebook at that age for writing anything down?  I rode my bike all over Johnson Heights for hours on end.  

What did I read?  Was that when I read Treasure Island?  Before that the princess on the glass mountain in the book series with wonderful illustrations which must have been 1920s neo-medieval-romantic.

Friday, October 24, 2025

back to more than one book

that Ancestry update came in email from Ancestry over a week ago.  

Schattenfroh is an easy, fast read, full of pleasure. Someone on X mentioned that it was fast, I was glad to see that. 

It is so good that it ruins other books for a while.  Had to work hard to get through Slalay's London and the South East.  It had some moments but felt labored over and patched together lego-like, not even that well fitted together.  These days I'm back to having four or five books ready to hand, read a chapter of each or a few pages at a time and pick up another and do the same.  Some passages in each one now snag some interest.  Liked some of Szalay's Innocent so far.  Catching on to how to read and enjoy Robert Glück's Jack the Modernist.  Some passage in there just excellent.  Looked up Daniel Kolitz's pieces on Adderall and Garielle Lutz.  Both excellent. His Harper's piece right now on Gooning the talk of the town at the moment.  Von Kleist's Michael Kohlhaas completing my education.  Also doing a few pages a day back in Lobo Antunes' What Can I Do and finding it much more pleasant that way.  

All readings prompt memories and you would think that, at this age, I would want to stop all the time and write down more of my memories.  Why do I not?  Too overwhelming an idea.  I see the dark interior of St Marys church on an afternoon.  How big it looked and felt, comfortably so, with light coming in through the stained glass windows.   

ancestry changes

 


Tuesday, October 14, 2025

rainy Tuesday evening 14 October

The post-Columbus Day rain that drops all the leaves off the trees, except for the oak.  Week or so later.

Finished David Szalay's Flesh.  Two days after finishing Lentz's Schattenfroh.  Quite a contrast.  

Saturday, October 11, 2025

Woolf and Beckett

 Found most interesting his high praise for Beckett and Woolf in his list of most influential writers upon his work.   

"Virginia Woolf’s language is incredibly elegant. She practises admirable wave aesthetics and employs a language that glides through consciousness without marked breaks. Her handling of characters is truly unique. The narratological questions that underpin any act of reading — “Who speaks?” “Who sees?” — become highly relevant for my own writing when she addresses them. Is it perception that is being described, or consciousness? Where lies the difference between the two? Or is there none? These are the questions that, prompted by my reading of Virginia Woolf, accompanied me when I was writing Schattenfroh."

Beckett, Woolf, Peter Weiss, Gertrude Stein, Claude Simon, Peter Handke, Kafka, and Rilke

What fascinates me about Rainer Maria Rilke is his paradoxical thinking and rhythmic gestures, and the fact that the form of his poems often has a homologous effect on their semantic levels. Rilke wrote the most incredible line I know: “Die Vögel fliegen still durch uns hindurch.” (“The birds fly silently through us.”)

The Untranslated.  

incomprehension phases

 Lentz "On the other hand, the so-called naive reader is the ideal one: he reads without preconceptions, untroubled, and is not disturbed by occasional incomprehension — in life one does not always understand everything, and reading is part of life. Taking things literally reveals wondrous networks of meaning that appeal to all the senses; it sparks the imagination directly. It allows for a kind of reading that feels almost tactile."

interview with Lentz today

 today The Untranslated posts this fabulous Interview with Lentz. 

passage 

Schattenfroh is not a realist novel, but it does contain realistic elements that can make it all the more threatening. The uncertainty of the question of where Schattenfroh, the novel, is set — in the interior world or the exterior world, or in both — which has always accompanied my writing, spawned from the outset the phantasmagorical deliria that I considered more fitting than a straightforward realism of representation. On the contrary, for me these deliria were realistic in the sense of representing fear. Literature can pass through walls. It can also enter consciousness. It can move between levels effortlessly.

first pass through

 Finished the book at 3:11 today, 10.11.2025. have two copies, just in case 


enjoyed it all the way through, in awe of it too, two days after the Nobel to the Hungarian can't help but think it should go next year to Lentz.  Everything I had hoped it might be and more.  Many good reviews of it up at various places.  My favorite is still the one by Ignacio M. Sánchez Prado on pghrev.com Totality Without Signification
Maps, buildings, cells, devices, printing, golems, crucifixions and tortures, Bavarian Catholicism, Luther and Lutheranism, God and self, Self and gods, obsessions, raptures, divinations, divigations, definitions, uncertainties, unknowings, clouds, chambers, Mother, brother and Father. Death. Wondering about death, when will it come, how will it happen, who will know.

Tuesday, October 07, 2025

6 Oct Stannah Kaput again

Monday. Stair climber not working again.  Chris due to show after noon.  Same as three days ago.  Shows number 2 on the window but switches to 3 as soon as we try to go down.  Reading day.  Willow up in the blue chair.  Towels washing.  Rachel is able to do Wednesday.  Maybe I will finish Schattenfroh today or tomorrow.  What would Robert Lax do?  What would Dennis Brock do?  Wait.  Appointment reminder for George Culler showed up on the watch this morning.  October 13, same day a year ago that Annie Dessertenne died (if info correct).  Not noted on the family photo calendar.  Just pre-registered for the Telehealth visit with Culler.  Acorns dropping have been making a racket past few weeks.  Dry. Drought. Hot today, will reach high 70s even 80.  Kim and Owen should be in Albq from last night.  Every morning the same questions about the headaches.  Is it the caffeine, lower or higher, is it the adaptogens in the mushroom dusts,  is it too much water or too little?  Is it butterfat or peanut butter fat?  Is it something in the granola or the fruits, either the dried fruits in the granola or the fresh fruits layered on top or within the granolas?  Today it was a few slices of pink lady apple.  Is it the chocolate itself in the adaptogenic cacao powder added into the water?  Is it the yogurt?  The yogurt mixed with a bit of milk?  The zero yogurt or the yogurt with 1% fat or the other one with the 2% fat? Am I sounded yet just a little like the narrative voice of Schattenfroh?  By page 828 surely I should be able to mimic it just a bit.  How much longer is it than Infinite Jest?  could one even compare them.  Deep Vellum has not published exactly what Font it is using in the printed edition.  The name of the book designer is given, I could look it up once again if I wanted to put that here.  But if I google Infinite Jest, how many pages will it say?  Should I go onward and backward and commit myself to reading Burton's Anatomy of Melancholy at last?  1079 the number google gives for IJ.  1300 pages as an average for modern, full editions.  The mark of odd beauty pulls all glyphs from the printed page. 829 So much fun he has with the antique details of the old printing process, including the making of the lead type.  Makes me realize that of course because of Martin Luther the printing of books is essential to the national characters and histories of the Germanic peoples because Luther printing his books and translations liberated all of Central Europe and before it Germany from the imperial crowns of Rome.  The Reformation and its wars and slaughters created modern Germany and Europe as surely as Rome before it created post-Athens Europe.  The delegator, the deletion mark in proofreading. Just as I pulled the micro-ed mushroom and spinach pasta from the oven, Chris from National Mobility phoned and walked to the front door.  He is wrangling with the lift as we type.  Will he have a solution to keep this from happening in the future?  Will be buy a new lift?  This one is five years old.