Circumference is back!

After a two year hiatus, the once-defunct journal is back in action. On Friday night, the editors of Circumference held a re-launch party in Brooklyn at A Public Space. Circumference is a bi-annual journal of poetry in translation. The fantastic readers that evening included Stefania Heim, Idra Novey, Matthew Rohrer, and Eliot Weinberger.

It was exciting to hear this lively group of translators/writers and it was also equally, if not exceedingly, exciting to see the enthusiasm of the new editorial team. The re-launch party was also held to celebrate their new website which offers great information about the journal and upcoming events, as well as articles, podcasts, etc. concerneing translation. The new Circumference is headed up by two of the founding editors of the literary press, Argos Books.

The quality of writing in Circumference is tip-top. An annual subscription in the US is $10 and an international subscription is $15. You can’t beat that.

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Shakespearean Writers’ Block

Did you catch a glimpse of QEI above his desk??

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East Harlem Cafe

Who do you see when you walk into a coffee shop? Writers, of course (or at least those who fancy themselves writers). I’ve recently become aware of a fantastic little cafe in East Harlem aka Spanish Harlem aka El Barrio. Because of the fantastic group, Harlem Writers’ Circle, and the equally fantastic literary journal, Crescendo City, the East Harlem Cafe has become the unofficial literary homebase for emerging talent that call Harlem and its surrounding areas home.

In a neighborhood that is plagued by social problems, the East Harlem Cafe is trying to reach a fundraising goal so that they are able to update their equipment and introduce healthier options (yogurt, fruit, etc.) to the neighborhood (Spanish Harlem is notorious for its lack of fresh food options). Also, the owner has been kind enough to host readings, etc. but must keep the cafe open later than intended. Without her hospitality, there would be no readings or open mics. Most people think of the writerly scene being down in the East Village or whatnot, but there is plenty of totally rad writing happening uptown. Last night, the cafe hosted a reading by some of the writers published in Crescendo City’s inaugural issue.

So, if you can support, please donate or if you’re in New York, stop by the cafe for a coffee or on a Monday evening for a Writers’ Circle workshop.

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Distractions : Shakespearean Insult Generator

Thou dissembling urchin-snouted haggard!

Thou puking rump-fed canker-blossom!

Thou rank pottle-deep maggot-pie!

Shakespearean Insult Generator

Enjoy!

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About a Mountain by John D’Agata

Regardless of one’s personal opinion about John D’Agata, his book–About a Mountain–is truly gripping. I couldn’t put it down; in my first reading session, (which lasted about an hour) I read approximately 100 pages.

John D’Agata terms himself as a “lyric essayist” opposed to a “non-fiction writer.” He sees a difference and it’s up the reader to either put their qualms aside and enjoy or have a conniption and dismiss his book. To dismiss and disregard would be a shame.

The book is focused on environment and suicide in Las Vegas. As D’Agata is helping his east-coast mother move to this strange city, he finds himself enthralled with the horrific topic of nuclear waste storage at Yucca Mountain. He writes about his own experiences and the opinions of local residents; D’Agata delves into facts and politics surrounding the proposed storage facility.

At the same time, he is also interested in the extremely high suicide rate in Las Vegas (perhaps, the highest in the country). He focuses on a sixteen-year-old named, Levi Presley, who committed suicide by jumping from the Stratosphere Tower. Recently, I attended a talk which featured D’Agata. What first made him interested in all of this was when he was staying with his mother in Las Vegas and had volunteered with a suicide prevention hotline. One night, he had a hang up and the next morning, Levi’s death was all over the news. He convinced himself that it must have been Levi who phoned him. Although, it had not really been Levi, this was the impetus for penning About a Mountain.

After reading this book, I can see how D’Agata refers to himself as a “lyric essayist.” He seamlessly moved between much different topics–environmental issues and suicide–and somehow has made them connect. The prose is clear and crisp and the book is long-lasting.

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Young Lovecraft by José Oliver and Bartolo Torres

As my local branch of the NYPL was just about to close and I was getting that anticipatory look from the tired staff, I found a display of new books including an interesting looking graphic novel called Young Lovecraft by José Oliver and Bartolo Torres. I’m not well-versed in the world of graphic novels but I have read a few and I’ve enjoyed the ones that I’ve picked up.

Young Lovecraft is an alternative biography of the classic horror writer, H.P. Lovecraft. My favorite parts were the panels where the young Lovecraft is rewriting some of his favorite tales–The Raven, Moby-Dick, etc.–but usually the endings differ with a giant creature destroying everyone. Also, he has a fun romp at a graveyard party with the ghosts of Poe, Rimbaud, and Baudelaire.

For a lover of literature it was a real pleasure. I’ve only read one of Lovecraft’s stories but it made me want to investigate some more.

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Hester Among the Ruins by Binnie Kirshenbaum

Hester Among the Ruins is one of those fantastic books that sat atop my mantle for about a year. I’ve wanted to read but it always got pushed aside by other less-fantastic books I’ve been obligated to read.

This book was both “literary” and a “fast read” (I find this division between what is literary and what is not, very peculiar) . The marketing person behind the book cover design should be given a swift kick to the pants for leaning towards “chick lit.” Unfortunately, the author gets stuck with these fuzzy lens photos–often of women’s legs–quite often and much to her chagrin.

Hester is a fortyish academic from New York City who travels to Munich after the reunification but still during the era of the Deutsche Mark. She begins an affair with the German professor whom she is researching and writing a book about. But she is determined to find out the real story about his background, mostly surrounding events during WWII & Nazi occupied Germany. Interspersed with Hester’s narration, she puts snippets of academic texts, memoirs, and strange love letters that the German professor writers to her (awkward English and all).

Hester is attractive, smart and no nonsense. She has a quick wit and black sense of humor. If someone like Jonathan Franzen wrote Hester, I’m sure the publisher would put the title in big bold capital letters (à la Freedom).

But enough of my complaining. The book was fabulous and I very much enjoyed all of the little observations about the very specific quirks of Germans (example, not crossing the street until the pedestrian light comes on even if ABSOLUTELY NO cars are coming).

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“And the Winner Isn’t…” part 2

English professor, Carole Barrowman, discusses the most recent indecision with the awarding of the Pulitzer Prize in Fiction. She offers up both her opinion on the matter and some book suggestions. Click the image to view the video.

 

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Writerly Snoopy

courtesy of NPR Books,

 

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“And the Winner Isn’t…”

I suppose by now all of us readers & writers out there have heard the news from yesterday that no winner for Fiction was chosen by the Pulitzer committee this year. I don’t put much merit into fancy awards and whatnot as a measure of a writer’s worth, but it’s a head-scratcher to me. Really? A group of people couldn’t pick a winner? All three authors who were nominated are fantastic writers and well worth a prize (finalists: Karen Russell, Denis Johnson, David Foster Wallace [posthumously]).

Ann Patchett wrote an op-ed piece for the New York Times today,

What I am sure of is this: Most readers hearing the news will not assume it was a deadlock. They’ll just figure it was a bum year for fiction… The Pulitzer Prize is our best chance as writers and readers and booksellers to celebrate fiction. This was the year we all lost.

Patchett’s final words ring true. When I saw the headlines yesterday, I felt scammed (This can’t be true!). I immediately thought that committee reckoned that there was no fiction worthy this year but then I saw the nominees. Alas, nothing much can be done except read more books and talk about them enthusiastically to everyone whether they want to hear or not.

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