Saturday, December 19, 2009
Holy Cannoli, I'm beat. I've just put the final chapter of the book in place. Now I'm off to Europe to visit with family and friends for a couple of weeks-- a much-needed break after six months of writing. Time off is so crucial to the writing process; I'm hoping to return with a fresh perspective on the story so that I can spend one final month polishing it till it shines before turning it in to my editor.
I've been reading short stories, mainly: Raymond Carver, Amy Hempel, Lorrie Moore. My brain is so wrapped up in Yoga Bitch that I can't seem to focus on long, sustained works of fiction or memoir. Short stories have been just the right size, and these three writers are so wonderful, each one such a unique voice.
Writing has been all Bitch, all the time. Some interesting developments have occurred since I started writing, most exciting of all being the Hebrew and German translations of YB, both coming out in Summer of 2011 in their respective regions. I'm already brushing up my German in anticipation. (I don't have any Hebrew to brush up, other than the bits of the Torah I remember from attending eight million bar mitzvahs in seventh grade.)
The fall has been good in so many other ways. Even with a nutso writing schedule, we've managed to spend some good time with family and friends, celebrating engagements and new babies, new homes, new pets. And everyone, it seems, is reading something they want to talk about. Sitting around over coffee or wine, talking books-- well, who needs an afterlife if that's what we get to do in this one?
On that note, I would love to have a glass of wine. But I have to pack. And do laundry. And about eight million other things before we fly out at the crack of dawn.
I hope to be a more faithful blogger in the new year, after the book has been turned in. I've missed you all. Happy Holidays, friends!
Oh! And if you happen to be in Seattle, buy your holiday books at Elliott Bay Book Company, PLEASE, for the love of God! I will be devastated if they go under. It's my Christmas wish that they stay afloat, and since they have to move, I'm praying that they come to my neighborhood so that I can make weekly pilgrimages.
See you in 2010.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Sunday, September 13, 2009
Saturday, September 5, 2009
Monday, August 31, 2009
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
This op-ed from the New York Times is a must-read if you're planning on rushing to the bookstore to purchase Hemingway's newly revised, posthumous memoir, A Moveable Feast. I was curious to read it and had every intention of buying it until I read this piece. Now I'm not so sure. This isn't the first time there's been controversy surrounding the editing of this book. (Here's Wikipedia's take on it, which I don't trust entirely, but it's interesting nonetheless.) A Moveable Feast is my favorite of all of Hemingway's books. It isn't a sweeping piece of literature, and it's not as spare as his short stories, but it is a beautiful, heartbreaking book. I can understand why Hemingway's grandson, Sean Hemingway, who has re-edited this edition, wouldn't want the final chapter of the book to stay; it's a damning appraisal of both Hemingway and Sean's grandmother, who was Hemingway's second wife. It is also the chapter that defines and devastates everything that came before it. Having read it nearly a decade ago, this is the chapter that continues to haunt me from time to time when I think about the reckoning to be made at the end of our lives.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Friday, July 3, 2009
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
Sunday, May 3, 2009
Saturday, May 2, 2009
I found this New York Times article amusing. England has selected its first female poet laureate, Carol Ann Duffy, who, one hopes, will not be required to write poetry about Prince Harry's Halloween costumes. Although . . . given Duffy's occasionally comic voice, maybe she would write something wonderful on the subject?
That was a reference to the marriage of Prince Edward, the Queen’s youngest son, and Sophie Rhys-Jones, which Mr. Motion celebrated in a poem entitled “Epithalamium.” (The poem “has two immediate virtues,” the critic Robert Potts said in The Guardian, “it is very short, and it does not mention the couple.”)
Friday, May 1, 2009
Its loveliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondance, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o`er-darkened ways
Made for our searching: yes, inspite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Brendan Kiley writes in The Stranger about smaller US cities and the American Theater. You can dispense at once with his idea that New York is played; it's stretching it more than a little to suggest that New York is no longer the epicenter of American Theater. Seems a bit like saying, Gee, we have so much government here, maybe Washington, DC isn't the epicenter of American politics either?
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Monday, April 6, 2009
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Friday, March 20, 2009
My dear friend Erin Brindley is the managing director of Seattle's infamous Circus Contraption, and she directed their latest offering, The Show to End All Shows. I saw it a few weeks ago and loved it- and then I was depressed for a few days, knowing that this is the last show for this incredible company. There are some beautiful, hilarious performances, from Maximillian Davis's monkey to Whitney Lawless's baby bear and pear-shaped ladyclown; there's a mermaid on a swing, a crazy terrorist juggler, a Jim Jones patriarch, and an apocalypse. Oh, and one of the best bands to ever one-up Tom Waits.
Sunday, March 15, 2009
If you're in Seattle next weekend, come out to ACT for some young playwrights! I'll be performing in a short play by Zoe Barker-Aderem, a senior at Garfield High School. Her play is called After Maren, a bittersweet story full of sex, drugs and a suicidal ghost. Tickets are cheap and it's a great way to support our city's young artists.
Wednesday, March 11, 2009
I was just thinking about that Baryshnikov fantasy from my childhood, and that led me to think about what I would do if I actually met Baryshnikov, and then! Then I cried a little. Seriously. Not a lot. Didn't ruin the makeup or anything. But there was welling, folks.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
I love Leonard Cohen. Here's an article from the New York Times about his latest tour.