About
a hundred years ago, when symphony orchestras still drew large—and
young!—audiences, Sibelius’ music featured on many programs, particularly his
series of romantic-modernist symphonies. Not since Beethoven and Brahms was a
composer’s voice so naturally attuned to symphonic thought, yet without making
the listener feel the heavy lifting of contrapuntal development and sonata
form. Like his contemporary, Gustav Mahler, Sibelius began with both feet
planted firmly in the late Romantic period, yet with each symphony, he ventured
further afield into the thickets of Modernism—on his own terms. Sadly, though
his music is still often played by orchestras around the world, the average
listener knows little of his music beyond orchestral hits like Finlandia,
Valse Triste, or an excerpt from a longer suite, The Swan of Tuonela. His symphonies are
often seen as derivative of Brahms or Tchaikovsky by some, while others find
them too thorny or difficult (particularly the later ones). Many people would
much prefer to hear something more familiar and toothsome and call it a night.
Saturday, August 27, 2016
Sunday, August 14, 2016
From the Vaults of the Imagination: The Forgotten Short Stories of Clark Ashton Smith
Clark
Ashton Smith is a name that exists at the periphery of science fiction and
fantasy lore, a name often evoked but rarely read. He is sometimes dismissed as
an imitator of Lovecraft; at other times, as a writer whose exotic, hot-house
prose often carried him away from his subjects. Yet the titles of his numerous
short stories are too tempting to leave to second-hand wisdom: works like “The
City of the Singing Flame,” “The Dark Eidolon,” and “Ubbo-Sathla” remind me of
long-lost AD&D campaigns and hidden, forgotten evils buried in the appendix
of the Fiend Folio. There’s some truth to this, as without Clark ’s stories, so much of
the modern fantasy mythos would cease to exist. Along with Lovecraft and
Tolkein, Smith’s stories were mined for their outlandish visions of Atlantean
worlds and unspeakable terrors. What others left behind was Smith’s unique
language—he is unparalleled as a crafter of prose in fantasy writing—and his ability
to create tension and twist endings. Smith excelled at the short story, and a
10-page tale from Smith often contains more beauty, wonder, and mystery than
many a thousand-page tome making lavish promises on its book jacket.
Sunday, July 17, 2016
The Fiction of Real Life: Shostakovich’s Testimony
One
of the most fascinating literary documents of 20th century music has to be the
alleged memoirs of Dimitri Shostakovich, known as Testimony in English translation.
The book has inspired intense debate since its publication in 1979 (when the USSR remained firmly in
existence) with a reputation that has waxed and waned ever since. The story is
simple: Solomon Volkov, then a young musicologist in Leningrad , befriended the great
composer Dimitri Shostakovich. Over
period of time they became more intimately acquainted, and according to
Volkov, Shostakovich began reluctantly revealing details of his private life
and thoughts. Volkov recorded these in succeeding interviews, until Shostakovich
became more loquacious, eventually writing out long passages himself. Volkov
smuggled the manuscript out of the USSR with the promise not to
publish them until after the composer’s death. Shostakovich died in 1976, and
Volkov found eager interest in the West for the uncensored memoirs of a
much-loved and much-persecuted Soviet composer.
Saturday, July 2, 2016
Doodling On Your Drafts
A
book is a precious object. Though mass-produced, each one is unique, with its
own slight imperfections, all the more so if purchased used. What book lover
hasn’t delighted in the unique smell of a book: the deep, husky smell of a used
book, or the sharp, bright smell of a book straight off the press? Furthermore,
books can be easily personalized by the reader: his or her name can be
inscribed at the front, pages can be dog-eared or marked up, or they can become
notepads, recording forgotten phone numbers and irrelevant doodles. They can be
given to friends or passed down through the generations. To place books in a
bookshelf is no different than placing original artwork in a frame. It’s meant
to be admired and observed as well as read. Books are objects and adornments;
they are some of the most original works of art.
Saturday, June 25, 2016
Art For the Sake of Sanity
Artists have always held a precarious
position in society, being seen paradoxically as truth tellers and outright
liars. Plato feared the power of poets (writing in The Republic) and most
totalitarian regimes target artists and writers exclusively as ‘trouble makers’
and dissidents. In Soviet Russia under Stalin, the arts were ruthlessly manicured
by cultural watchdogs so that no artist could apply a single brushstroke or
write a single word without looking over his or her shoulder.
Monday, June 20, 2016
FREE for 2 days: The Winged Turban
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Friday, June 17, 2016
Be Derivative and Find Yourself
Here’s
the best writing advice I can offer any writer just starting out: be
derivative.
Don’t try to “find your own voice.” Don’t think about world building or unique
characters or unknown alien races. Don’t develop your own plucky narrative
style that announces ‘you’ on every page. And don’t do something shocking to
set the world on fire. Instead, do what
your favorite authors do. Mimic their style, their characters, their narrative,
even their plots. Don’t steal—and definitely don’t plagiarize. But emulate,
copy, pose, ape, and mimic. There will be time to be original and
groundbreaking later. However, if you really want to be a writer (rather than
someone who just sells books) you have to go through the all-important stage of
mimicry necessary to create great art—or just books worth reading. It’s the
most important way to “write what you know.” You know?
Saturday, June 11, 2016
"To Work In Silence and With All One's Heart"
In
1908, one of the world’s great writers hit a creative dead end. Willa Cather, a
fledgling short story writer, helmed one of the largest literary magazines in New York , McClure’s, yet she couldn’t write
a novel. Even her stories tended to be accomplished, yet derivative imitations
of the bestselling novels of the day—tales of high society romances and artists
suffering for art. As an editor she knew what sold, and knew—apparently—what
people wanted to read. However, when she wrote those very things, tailored to
audience expectations and critical approval, the result never caught fire. She
had written some excellent short stories (“A Wagner Matinee” being one of the
best), but she couldn’t extend the material; the situations and characters were
often second-hand, cribbed from Edith Wharton and Henry James, among others. It
bored her to even think of it!
Sunday, June 5, 2016
Writers Are Not Heroes
Writers are not heroes. No matter how many works they write,
or how many people they inspire, they remain utterly and tragically earthbound.
Meet a writer and you’ll see what I mean. Now I’m not talking about your
average writer with a dream to write a novel and who blogs about the process
every week. I mean the kind who really makes it, whose very lives are seemingly
carved out of granite, making them statues to be adored or worshipped. People
who go by a single name and who could sell books on their reputation alone (and
indeed, sell books even when they no longer care about writing them). The
ability to take words, the same words we use every day, and fashion them into
something astonishing, remarkable, emotional, and otherworldly...only a
modern-day Prometheus could do that.
Monday, May 30, 2016
Isn’t Every Book About Writing?
Soon
after graduating high school, I started writing my first novel, ready to take
the literary world by storm; I don’t even remember a thing about that novel
today—not the story or characters or even what made me think I could write a
novel at 18. To fuel my resolve, I landed a job at a local bookstore—a B.Dalton, for those of you who
remember chain bookstores. I assumed that being surrounded by books and readers
would whip me into a inspirational frenzy, or at least inculcate me with some
award-winning ideas simply by stacking the shelves. Surprisingly, few people
came into the store looking for books, exactly: most wanted magazines, or
crossword books, or calendars. Others wanted “that one book...by the one
guy...you know, who was on that one show a few years ago... you know!”
Thursday, May 19, 2016
Building the Bildungsroman
In a sense, every novel is
a “coming-of-age” novel: a hero or heroine emerges from youth, or humble
beginnings, or sheltered wealth to glimpse a new world of frightening
possibilities. The journey that follows always changes the protagonist,
introducing him or her to people on different stages of their own journeys,
some already beaten-down, warning the protagonist to turn back while he/she
still has a chance. Others point the way forward, offering time-honored wisdom
which bears fruit in subsequent chapters, and might eventually save the
character’s life. We love to watch fictional characters grow up, since they can
test the waters and make mistakes (in fact, conflict consists of repeated
mistakes). And when they succeed, we can imagine ourselves reaping the
benefits—we just have to follow in their wake. They make it look so easy, after
all!
Wednesday, May 11, 2016
College Satire: Student Discovers Semi-Colon
Monday, May 9, 2016
Is Fantasy Color Blind?
Racy Shakespeare
As late as the 1980’s,
performances of Shakespeare featured white actors in every role, even roles
where racial difference was clearly marked in the script: Othello, Shylock,
Cleopatra, even Aaron the Moore
(a rather sadistic character in Titus Andronicus). Blackface itself persisted
well into the 20th century, tragically captured on screen in Laurence Olivier’s
1965 performance of Othello—complete with eye-rolling and other ‘racial’
histrionics. Only recently has it become common to find biracial casts of
Shakespeare’s plays, and not just Antony and Cleopatra and Othello,
but even relatively “white” plays such as As You Like It and Romeo
and Juliet. Traditionalists bristle at these changes, since a black Romeo
would never woo a white Juliet in Renaissance Verona ...though the case could equally be made that the
originals would be far more swarthy than your typical Anglo-Saxon!
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