“Only collective inventions have any real value, Xul Solar once told his close friend and fellow Porteño Jorge Luis Borges, trying to convince him (unsuccessfully) to write in Neo-Criollo, one of the two languages he had invented and the one he himself preferred to use for writing and conversation.  Such was the importance to Solar of friendship, sodalities esoteric and otherwise, and cooperation.  These days the artist, who died 50 years ago this month and whose close friendship with Borges is at the heart of an ongoing exhibition at the Americas Society in New York, is remembered less for his hermetic, often illegibly coded mystical watercolor paintings than for the collective séance that he made of his particular corner of Buenos Aires’ cosmopolitan avant-garde of the 1920s and the decades that followed.”

re-reading Charlie Kaufman’s SYNECDOCHE, NEW YORK

re-reading Charlie Kaufman’s SYNECDOCHE, NEW YORK

re-reading Charlie Kaufman’s SYNECDOCHE, NEW YORK

Okay.  Someone asked me how I feel about writing fiction in a world that still needs actual activism and hands-on work to make life better.  They said something similar to, “I get pulled away from writing fiction because I feel guilty for not making tangible benefit to the world.  Isn’t fiction just escapism?”

But I also got the following message, which I’m filing some of the serial numbers off of, as it were:

“I just wanted to tell you something. When I was 18 years old, my life was a fucking mess. I worked at a store that sold comic books and one day I stumbled upon Spider and the filthy assistants. Your comic kept me from killing myself. There is a character limit here so I can’t say everything I want to but thank you. From the very deepest part of my heart.”

I post this not to self-aggrandise.  It is not a unique message, for good or ill.  I get them surprisingly regularly.  Frankly, messages like that scare the hell out of me, because I’m not very smart and not a very clever writer and I fuck up all the time.

But fiction speaks to people.  Even fiction like mine acts to tell someone, somewhere, that they’re not alone.

You want tangible, social benefits to writing fiction?  There are people walking around today because other people wrote words that spoke to them.  That’ll do.

And thank you.

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“The New York Review of Books ebook series is making the case for a genre of literary fiction, defined by its ‘allegiance to language’”
“Will Hobson, former contributing editor at Granta, says that fiction, philosophy, memoir and non-fiction (amongst other genres) are not clearly defined in France like they are in the UK, and this ‘super-genre’ doesn’t tend to sit well with English readers. The French philosophise, intellectualise, internalise, characterise and analyse; and in the mean time the storyline forgets to materialise.”

Doing it the French way » Spectator Blogs

I almost took that last phrase off the quote.  I wish that WERE a “super-genre.”  I would like more books that had all that up front in the mix.

“I do a lot of writing for digital systems, “writing” that’s got nothing to do with “books.” It’s hard to say what the consequences of this struggle are, but I can guess. I frankly think it damaged my prose style — because I never had the chance to fully master the methods by which I express myself. But it also kept me flexible and alert in other ways. It’s likely similar to the effect of digital music on contemporary musicians — they can make a lot of weirder noises, lots faster, but they don’t become virtuosos.”