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Author: John Winkelman

IWSG, September 2022: The Worst Genre (for me to write in)

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So here we are at the end of the first week of September and my writing continues to be mostly journaling and the occasional edit of an old poem. Whereas in 2020 and 2021 I had time to write, but no energy, here in 2022 I have the energy, but no time. Al of the things we couldn’t do in the previous two years – all of the socializing, visiting, vacationing, partying, monstering, family events, etc., which were blocked by COVID restrictions and common sense, are no longer blocked by COVID restrictions. Every week there are more opportunities to meet with other human beings, face to face.

To sum up, this has been an exhausting summer.

On a lighter note, today is the first Wednesday of September, and that means it’s blog hop time! This month’s Insecure Writer’s Support Group question is:

What genre would be the worst one for you to tackle and why?

Short answer: Inspirational fiction.

Long answer:

Back in the 1990s I worked at a local independent bookstore. We had an excellent selection of books, though as with all brick-and-mortar stores, we had limited shelf space. Thus is was that philosophy, religious texts, and inspirational literature were all shelved in the same area of the store.

This being West Michigan, the inspirational literature, which was 100% Christian, took up more shelf space than religion and philosophy combined. And oh, the titles we carried. And oh, the customers who bought them.

What were the books like? Without going into too much egregious detail, Tim LaHaye’s Left Behind novels were among the best of them. While most weren’t as gleefully sadistic toward non-Christians as were LaHaye’s books, they were all tiresome, predictable, and not at all challenging to the reader. The very best of them (which, again, weren’t very good) invited the reader to a sort of self-reflection, as long as that self-reflection guided the reader to the Great Attractor of whichever sect of Christianity the author belonged. And invariably, more conservative, the better.

At the risk of looking like I am lumping every book in the genre of inspirational fiction into an undifferentiated mass, I agree that, for the purposes of this unapologetically subjective post, this is indeed the case. I allow that I am definitely not part of the target audience, so there may be nuances in the outer fringes of the genre which I have not encountered.

With that groundwork, what follows is the reason why I should not write in the Inspirational Literature genre.

I have had a running joke that for me, writing literary fiction is a doomed endeavor because at some point, despite my best efforts, Cthulhu shows up. When the Great Old Ones are concerned, the stories all end in madness, nihilism, and the inevitable destruction of the world and all the works of mankind. This opens the possibility that the books I might write would be mistaken for Christian-based inspirational literature, a la LaHaye. Just with, you know, the awakening of Cthulhu swapped in for the End Times/Second Coming. And at that point, really, what’s the difference?

However: Were I to write some inspirational fiction, and allowing for the inevitable drift in my writing into the cyclopean and squamous, I would keep the scope small and intimate, and focus specifically on people in the myriad out-groups who invariably bear the brunt of the decisions of those in the in-group. The world has never not been apocalyptic for one group or another, and the most inspirational stories are those which uplift the downtrodden without requiring them to either lick or don their oppressor’s boots.

(And yes, I know that not all inspirational literature involves the Apocalypse. Just the most popular works of the genre.)

(And lest ye comment that the Left Behind series is not “inspirational”, I invite you to take a good hard look at the messaging therein, and the target audience thereof.)

(Come to think of it, maybe LaHay’s books are more expirational than inspirational.)

Anyway, thanks for reading! This was a fun post.

 

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Bottom of the Top #36

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Well and truly into September. Days are getting shorter but not yet shorter than the nights. The last few weeks of summer weather tempered by cooler nights which means sleeping is more comfortable but waking times are earlier because of SCHOOL.

1977: Ronnie McDowell, “The King is Gone”

First week of September 1977 I would just have been starting third grade in Parma. This would also have been the beginning of the last school year there, as we moved to the farm in Springport in summer 1979. I have no memory of this song. Then again McDowell sounds so much like Elvis (or would have, to eight-year-old me) that I likely wouldn’t have known the difference. I imagine this was a popular song for its time, but having heard it now, I don’t like it.

1982: Juice Newton, “Break It To Me Gently”

As a kid I had a serious crush on Juice Newton, thanks to “Angel of the Morning” and “Queen of Hearts.” This week in 1982 I was just starting eighth grade, and probably overwhelmed with being 13 years old. So the merest hint of Newton’s voice would have put me in a hormonal fugue state of dissociation from the mundane realm. We’ve all been there at some point.

1987: Bryan Adams, “Victim of Love”

Bryan Adams was HUGE in the late eighties, so I night have heard “Victim of Love” at some point, though I have no specific memory of it. The video is familiar, though, so it was probably playing on a TV somewhere on Grand Valley’s campus.

1992: Mary J. Blige, “You Remind Me”

I think this is a first listen for me. Neither the song nor the video strike any nostalgic chords, though the style is familiar, in the manner of early 1990s videos. I would have been at the beginning of my last year of college when this song charted.

1997: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, “Look Into My Eyes”

Another first-listen for me here. The harmony on the chorus feels familiar but reminds me of another song which I can’t place right now.

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September Morn

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Poe, and E.D.E Bell's book Night Ivy

Woke up a couple of days ago and BAM! It was September. Downtown is full of students, and for the first time in over two years, Grand Rapids feels like a city. At least, as much as it ever did.

Only one new book arrived in the past week, the limited-edition hardcover Kickstarter version of E.D.E. Bell‘s Night Ivy.

In reading news, I am almost through 2019 in my back issues of The Paris Review, which means I am still on track to finish the lot of them by the end of November.

In writing news, the August Poetry and Pie event this past Tuesday provided a big boost of inspiration and I feel like I might be ready to tackle some writing projects again. This was the largest gathering we have had since I started attending back in March. And the sound system was not available, so we gathered in the back room of The Sparrows around a large table and just read poetry at each other. It was great, though brief. I could have happily stayed for another couple of hours.

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August 2022 Reading List

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What I read in August 2022

Things were kind of slow in August, reading-wise, due to a surge in burnout at the beginning of the month, and other assorted drains on my energy and attention span. I did make it through a few more issues of The Paris Review, and some interesting genre fiction as well.

Book and Journals

  1. Jennifer Pelland, Unwelcome Bodies [2022.08.02]
  2. The Paris Review #225 [2022.08.10]
  3. J.M. McDermott, Maze [2022.08.12]
  4. The Paris Review #226 [2022.08.18]
  5. The Paris Review #227 [2022.08.23]
  6. The Paris Review #228 [2022.08.28]
  7. Poetry Magazine #220.5 [2022.08.29]
  8. The Paris Review #229 [2022.08.31]

Short Prose

  1. Jennifer Pelland, “For the Plague Thereof Was Exceedingly Great”, Unwelcome Bodies [2022.08.01]
  2. Jennifer Pelland, “Big Sister/Little Sister”, Unwelcome Bodies [2022.08.01]
  3. Jennifer Pelland, “Immortal Sin”, Unwelcome Bodies [2022.08.01]
  4. Jennifer Pelland, “Flood”, Unwelcome Bodies [2022.08.01]
  5. Jennifer Pelland, “The Call”, Unwelcome Bodies [2022.08.01]
  6. Jennifer Pelland, “Captive Girl”, Unwelcome Bodies [2022.08.01]
  7. Jennifer Pelland, “Last Bus”, Unwelcome Bodies [2022.08.01]
  8. Jennifer Pelland, “The Last Stand of the Elephant Man”, Unwelcome Bodies [2022.08.01]
  9. Jennifer Pelland, “Songs of Lament”, Unwelcome Bodies [2022.08.02]
  10. Jennifer Pelland, “Firebird”, Unwelcome Bodies [2022.08.02]
  11. Jennifer Pelland, “Brushstrokes”, Unwelcome Bodies [2022.08.02]
  12. Wayétu Moore, “Gbessa”, The Paris Review #225 [2022.08.02]
  13. Ben Marcus, “Notes from the Fog”, The Paris Review #225 [2022.08.02]
  14. Katharine Kilalea, “OK, Mr. Field Part 3 (Winter)”, The Paris Review #225 [2022.08.08]
  15. Shruti Swamy, “A House Is a Body”, The Paris Review #225 [2022.08.09]
  16. Benjamin Nugent, “Safe Spaces”, The Paris Review #225 [2022.08.09]
  17. Ursula K. Le Guin, “Firelight”, The Paris Review #225 [2022.08.10]
  18. Rachel Khong, “The Freshening”, The Paris Review #226 [2022.08.11]
  19. Mitchell S. Jackson, “Exodus”, The Paris Review #226 [2022.08.13]
  20. Nell Freudenberger, “Rabbits”, The Paris Review #226 [2022.08.15]
  21. Diane Williams, “O Fortuna, Velut Luna”, The Paris Review #226 [2022.08.17]
  22. Venita Blackburn, “Fam”, The Paris Review #226 [2022.08.18]
  23. Pilar Fraile Amador (Heather D. Davis, translator), “Partners”, The Paris Review #226 [2022.08.18]
  24. Mary Miller, “Festival”, The Paris Review #226 [2022.08.18]
  25. Lincoln Michel, “A Feeling Artist”, The Paris Review #227 [2022.08.19]
  26. Leslie Jamison, “I Met Fear on the Hill”, The Paris Review #227 [2022.08.19]
  27. Ludmilla Petrushevskaya (Anna Friedrich, translator), “Two Sisters”, The Paris Review #227 [2022.08.22]
  28. Hernan Diaz, “The Stay”, The Paris Review #227 [2022.08.22]
  29. Kelli Jo Ford, “Hybrid Vigor”, The Paris Review #227 [2022.08.23]
  30. Peter Orner, “Ineffectual Tribute to Len”, The Paris Review #228 [2022.08.24]
  31. Isaac Bashevis Singer, “The Murderer”, The Paris Review #228 [2022.08.24]
  32. Kate Zambreno, “Four Stories”, The Paris Review #228 [2022.08.27]
  33. J. Jezewska Stevens, “Honeymoon”, The Paris Review #228 [2022.08.27]
  34. Hebe Uhart, “Coordination”, The Paris Review #228 [2022.08.27]
  35. Souvankham Thammavongsa, “The Gas Station”, The Paris Review #228 [2022.08.28]
  36. Nick Fuller Googins, “The Doors”, The Paris Review #228 [2022.08.28]
  37. Jonathan Escoffery, “Under the Ackee Tree”, The Paris Review #229 [2022.08.30]
  38. Kimberly King Parsons, “Foxes”, The Paris Review #229 [2022.08.30]
  39. Laura van den Berg, “Karolina”, The Paris Review #229 [2022.08.30]
  40. Lydia Davis, “Revising One Sentence”, The Paris Review #229 [2022.08.30]
Posted in Book ListTagged Apex Book Company, Paris Review, poetry comment on August 2022 Reading List

Bottom of the Top #35

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Welcome to the last few days of August. The more things change, the more they stay the same.

1977: Dorothy Moore, “I Believe You”

“I Believe You” puts me in mind of wood paneling, shag carpet, the smell of pipe smoke and one of those custom logs in the fireplace which turns the flames different colors, which suggests that there may have been some substances in use among the adults at that time. This is a very seventies song, in the best way. This song is beautiful, but while it sounds familiar, I have no specific memory of having heard it before.

1982: Paul Davis, “Love or Let Me Be Lonely”

This is a repeat from last week, but it’s a good song, so please enjoy it again!

1987: Alexander O’Neal, “Fake”

Like “I Believe You” above, “Fake” sounds familiar but I have no specific memory of having heard it before. I really like it, though; in the parlance of our time, “Fake” slaps. At the end of August 1987 if I heard it at all, it would have been while watching MTV in the lounge on third-floor Copeland at GVSC. There was a lot going on at the time; full sensory overload and a combination of relief and anxiety at no longer living on the farm.

1992: Mariah Carey, “I’ll Be There”

My memory of Mariah Carey’s cover of “I’ll Be There” is so mixed up with the original The Jackson 5 version that I don’t remember when or if I heard this version. That being said, this is a beautiful cover, which is to be expected with Carey, and Trey Lorenz just kills it!

1997: Allure Featuring 112, “All Cried Out”

That opening keyboard is so familiar! O is the lyric “Apology not accepted.” Definitely heard “All Cried Out” before, I just don’t remember when or where. Almost certainly on MTV, and yet another sign that I really need to expand my knowledge of R&B groups, because this song is gorgeous!

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The Long and the Short of August

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Pepper and the September 2022 issue of Poetry Magazine

Well here we are at the tail end of August, with every day obviously shorter than the previous. I didn’t read or write as much as I had hoped, but I did visit with my family and reconnect with some old(!) friends, so my head is more clear than it has been in some time. I guess I needed that breathing room.

The only new reading material to arrive in the past week was the September 2022 of Poetry, pictured above with Pepper.

In reading news, I am slowly working through Michael Marder’s Political Categories. It is quite good and informative, but also dense in a way that I have not read in a long time, and apparently those intellectual muscles are out of practice.

And of course I am still working my way through the stack of The Paris Review. I have caught up to the beginning of 2019, which means roughly three months until I reach parity with my subscription, at which point said subscription will probably end. So it goes.

Not much to report on the writing front. Doing a lot of journaling, in more detail than I have over the past couple of years, which is practice of a sort for more formal writing projects. I am slowly transcribing the poetry from April, and I just set up all of the daily writing files for NaNoWriMo 2022, which starts in (egads!) just over two months.

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Bottom of the Top #34

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Depending on the year, this was either the last week of summer vacation or the first week of school. Even in 1997 this would be the case, as the bookstore would have been slammed with last-minute back-to-school purchases, in that golden time between when Barnes & Noble started killing off independent bookstores, and when Amazon started killing of brick-and-mortar stores of all kinds. Even here in 2022 I feel a frisson when the sun clears the horizon just in time to illuminate the fleets of school busses gathering students for their first weeks of classes. Thus do we demonstrate that sufficient conditioning at a young age produces life-long results.

1977: Donna Summer, “I Feel Love”

Omigod, this song. It has been around for so long, and stayed so popular, that I have no memory of a world before “I Feel Love.” For me it moved from the background to the foreground most recently with the excellent cover by the Blue Man Group and Annette Strean of Venus Hum. But there is nothing like the original with the amazing Georgio Moroder.

1982: Paul Davis, “Love or Let Me Be Lonely”

“Love or Let Me Be Lonely” brought on immediate deja vu associated with car rides and cool morning crammed on an overcrowded bus with all of my academic, band, and sporting equipment festooned upon my scrawny frame like a junk-picker in a movie about the Great Depression. It’s a good song. Not great, but pleasant to listen to and has just enough of a nostalgia-for-the-seventies feel that, it probably got more air times than it would have a couple of years later.

1987: Heart, “Alone”

I heard “Alone” a LOT in the dorm at Grand Valley, into which I would have been moving on this week in 1987, a week earlier than most as marching band practice started a week before the rest of the university, and third-floor Copeland was half-empty, which meant I had all the time I wanted to watch MTV, where Heart was on heavy rotation. And I was still feeling A Certain Way about some girls from high school, so “Alone” had tender flesh into which to sink its emotional hooks.

1992: Babyface Featuring Toni Braxton, “Give U My Heart”

I don’t have any particular memory of this song, likely because it was not on the play list at Jose Babushka’s on Friday and Saturday nights, when I was expediting and assisting at the cash register. And if it was ever played at the restaurant, it was immediately crushed right out of my head by the many-times-a-night repeats of “Achey-Breaky Heart.” Ugh.

1997: 702, “All I Want”

Definitely heard this one before, I just don’t remember when or where. It is catchy and beautifully performed, and now I kind of want to watch Good Burger.

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The Weight of Shorter Days

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New reading material for the week of August 14, 2021

Now that I am walking to work again I notice how the length of daylight changes from day to day. This is measured by how long my shadow stretches on the ground ahead of me – and it is always ahead of me, as I walk west to work in the morning, and east back home in the afternoon. Here, almost two months after midsummer, the days are noticeably shorter every week and 17:00 no longer feels like the middle of the afternoon. In another month the nights will be longer than the days, which in theory means more time for sitting around and reading, but since I no longer spend all of my free daylight time on the trails and at the beach, I don’t expect much of anything will change.

First up is Age of Antiquity, a d20 RPG supplement from a Kickstarter I backed in June of 2020. The printing and fulfillment process immediately fell afoul of the COVID-19 lockdowns and supply chain disruption, but the team persevered and finally, almost 18 months after the original fulfillment date, I have the book in my hands, and it is beautiful. This is also something of a relic of the beginning of the lockdown in 2020, when I thought I would have time to indulge in playing some RPGs, or at least reading manuals and designing adventures. That, of course, turned out to NOT be the case, but I do have several beautiful d20 rulebooks which I otherwise would never have considered.

Next is issue 18 of Pulphouse Fiction Magazine, which was a pleasant surprise as I thought I had let my subscription lapse. Apparently there are still a couple more issues to go before I am done with this one.

In reading news, my Paris Review project continues apace. I am caught up to Winter 2019, and have about fifteen issues left, which should last me through November. Then on to something else. Maybe Lady Churchill’s Rosebud Wristlet.

I am also slowly working my way through Michael Marder’s Political Categories. I am taking this one slow, as I want to be able to discuss the concepts therein with my reading group when we eventually meet. This is not to say that I don’t retain what I read generally, but this one in particular I am treating as a class assignment for a teacher with high expectations.

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Bottom of the Top #33

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Over the past week I went through the lists on top40weekly.com and made a spreadsheet of all the songs which will populate the Bottom of the Top posts for the rest of the year. In doing so I discovered that I had miscounted in the 1977 list, and therefore 1977 was a week off from the other four years. I am not sure where this happened, but the issue has now been corrected thanks to the judicious application of SCIENCE!

Anyway, here are the songs for the 33rd week of the years 1977, 1982, 1987, 1992, and 1997.

1977: Heatwave, “Boogie Nights”

I love this one! I don’t have any specific memory of having heard it before now, and the ghost of a fragment of a memory of something like this is probably associated with a movie about the 1970s which included this song, or one very much like it, in the soundtrack. “Boogie Nights” is so very, very ’70s, and it is totally groovy.

1982: Ray Parker, Jr., “Let Me Go”

The summer between 7th and 8th grades is mostly lost to the mists of time, and any Ray Parker, Jr. songs I would have heard around that time were likely completely overwritten by “Ghostbusters,” which was released in 1984. But Mr. Parker has some serious chops and I do like this song.

1987: Natalie Cole, “Jump Start (My Heart)”

I was in the last week of my first summer at the Eaton Rapids pickle factory when “Jump Start” charted. Two weeks later I was at GVSC, enjoying nearly unlimited access to MTV, which is certainly where I would have heard this one, since I definitely didn’t hear it back on the farm. It’s catchy. I dig it.

1992: Rozilla, “Everybody’s Free (to Feel Good)”

This is a repeat from an earlier post, which demonstrates an odd inertia for songs which chart. They can linger.

1997: Rome, “Do You Like This”

This was the first time I heard “Do You Like This.” It’s good, but not particularly memorable. It did much better on the R&B charts than on the Hot 100, where it peaked at #31.

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August Inertia

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Fake Eyelash Abandoned on the Blue Bridge

As I finish off this post, we are in the middle of the first cool, gloomy day in months. A little thunder, a little lightning, and some of the very few cool, comfortable nights of the summer.

It’s blissful. Comfortable and quiet.

Nothing new arrived at the house this week, so here is a photo of a fake eyelash someone lost on the Blue Bridge. I first saw it on Monday, and it was still there on Friday. I guess nobody wants to claim it.

In reading news, I just finished J.M. McDermott’s Maze, published by Apex Book Company and received here at the Library back in May 2021. And I am still working my way through my stack of The Paris Review, and still quite enjoying it.

I have just started reading Michael Marder‘s Political Categories: Thinking Beyond Concepts. It is too early to offer thoughts or opinions on the text, but it feels good to be reading philosophy, and I am very happy to be reading this book with a group of friends

In writing news, still not a lot to report. My brain is just tired.

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