The Anthologist, a Plummy Read

I can’t remember the last time I wrote about a novel, but then again I can’t remember that last time I picked up such a good novel. The Anthologist by Nicholson Baker is a simple story told in a great voice that is incredibly appealing.

Told from the point of view of Paul Chowder, a sometime poet writing an introduction to an anthology of rhyming poetry, the story unfolds into one of intimate, blind self-destruction. Paul narrates his lawnmowing, his girlfriend leaving him, cleaning up the office, and about the difficulty of writing the introduction. He is overwhelmed by the task and can’t write the introduction. Even when his girlfriend leaves him because of it, he can’t write the introduction. Yet in the process the reader hears him narrate about English poetry: about rhyme schemes and past poets and why it all matters. This becomes maddening because it’s the very stuff of an introduction.

It’s both about the history of poetry and the creative process; It has a great narrative voice; Of course I loved it in the first five pages. I love poetry, and this might be as close as fiction as meta-poetry comes. The author (lucky me!) has a backlist, so I think I know what I’ll be reading after Lolita. Next time you’re searching about for a good read, check it out.

Note: I am not dead…

nor have I been quite as productive as I had imagined when I got the idea to take a blog break. My novel isn’t finished–but I’m really excited to have a complete draft. Now I just need to mold it into something coherent and staggeringly genius.

I’m almost finished with my application for a grant to research emerging artists in Hungary. Keep your fingers crossed on that front, and perhaps yours intrepidly will be corresponding from Budapest in a year’s time.
Also, I finally got to harvest my urban garden! The four tomatoes are scrawny and ugly. However, let me brag about my amazing hot peppers. My herbs are growing like weeds, and I can’t make enough mojitos to keep up with my mint plant.

Despite having been away almost a month, this is not the resumption of your regularly scheduled blog. I’ll be back in full force after a long Labor day weekend. And my god!, the art world is exploding with awesomeness at that time. I would need to take a vacation just to see it all (but I won’t : ). Jerry Saltz’s pick for the upcoming season here. Mine to come!

Art Reads: Straight Up or With a Twist?

I enjoy art history straight up, but I don’t mind it with a twist. Lately, I’ve stumbled upon more than one exciting new fiction read that takes you into the art world. The fine arts get plenty of non-fiction, wether they are art historical or, like the bestselling 7 Days in the Art World, sociological. Artist’s biographies are fascinating. While I might indulge in a little creative biographical fiction, Leonardo’s Muse or whathaveyou, I put those books on the shelve right above the romance novels. I can admit to another weakness though, which developed out of a passion for Agatha Christie and art.
Art heist and forgery books get me every time, and it doesn’t matter to me if they are based on real life. Clever, with the most interesting characters (when they aren’t out and out thugs) involving passion, nerve, and wiles I love these escapades. I secretly hope that if I read enough of them I’ll be able to pull off my own heist. I just finished The Art Theif’s Guide to Paris, which, if not plausible, does involve a theft from the Pompidou and a forgery, making it the best of both worlds. The Forger’s Spell : a True Story of Vermeer, Nazis, and the Greatest Art Hoax of the Twentieth Century is on my list next.
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