Alex Kudera's Blog, page 146

dollar store realism

If Raymond Carver's dirty realism is K-Mart realism, then perhaps Barry Graham's The National Virginity Pledge could be called Dollar Tree realism. His short, spunky stories arrived in my mail slot with Ben Tanzer's This American Life. Tanzer hasn't told me that his new marketing strategy is to get sued by NPR and made famous thusly, but his title story does tackle this concern in part. I did get a chance to tell Ben that his productivity and pace of publication is amazing. He's written a lot of books.

But back to Graham, a couple writers his fiction reminds me of somewhat would be Dan Fante and Mark SaFranko, and both of these guys were recently seen in the cyberworld. SaFranko's No Strings Attached, a new novel, arrives this fall from Black Coffee Press:



And Dan Fante was found signing books in Barcelona this week:


And then it was time for writers all over the world to have a relaxing weekend that includes at least one good, long nap. I'll go out of a limb and call that a code for success.

Roberto Bolano's "I Can't Read"

In the April 2012 Harper's Magazine, Roberto Bolano's "I Can't Read" has a final paragraph that will make you chuckle. Alas, it's trapped behind the password protection: http://harpers.org/archive/2012/04/0083853. Even if it's not Bolano's best writing, and was left unpublished but saved on his hard drive for a reason, this blogger is a fan. At the end, Bolano reports that he is getting trashed by Chilean writers from both left and right-wing political positions, and that it is most likely either due to the major prize he had recently won or his offending teeth. And I'd say that life, often, can be just like that.

men in their prime

I just posted on the recovering economy, and so it makes sense that one of the very next articles I read online would suggest that this is hardly your father's recovery--particularly in the sense that he might not be working. Middle-aged male worker participation rates (what Brett Arends calls "the Guy Rate") remain among the lowest ever recorded:

http://www.smartmoney.com/invest/strategies/what-does-bernanke-know-1332799616772/?link=SM_hp_ls4e#article_tab_article

And the past couple weeks, Atticus Books has shared some rough-draft memoir about my father's experiences in relation to his father and son, and although the year is 1991, the song resonates somewhat with the current situation, or at least the malaise we're hopefully climbing out of.

Here's part two:

http://atticusbooksonline.com/summer-1991-broke-and-back-in-philly-part-2

and in case you missed it, part one:

http://atticusbooksonline.com/summer-1991-broke-and-back-in-philly-part-1

and an earlier section posted at When Falls the Coliseum:

http://whenfallsthecoliseum.com/2011/06/19/no-returns/

For now, we'll let the URL links hang out in public, but maybe banish them to hyperlink status later in the week.

a third of us

It's been reported that as part of the 21st century "transformational" economy, a full third of the American workforce works as freelance, contingent, by the contract, or in some other capacity decidedly not full-time at one company. This should be no shock to the many of us who've worked in such a capacity for most of our adult lives, and yet, if you describe this phenomena in the classroom, you can still be greeted with looks of disbelief.

And mainstream news sources, such as cnn.com, can still report that such a trend is new information, indeed newsworthy information. But in reality, even as the economy improves, the trend in growth of contract work as a larger share of the total work in our country, and the world, will continue. And so no one should be surprised that we have folks in the workforce who write journalism by day, teach as adjuncts in the evenings, and then get paid as strippers a bit later on. After all, you don't have to be a fan of Rabbi Jesus to recognize that itinerant teacher is one of the oldest professions around. I'm sure LZ Granderson understands that "hustling" is as old as the plains and in actuality not such a novel "news" story.

tumblr review

This one is from a former student from years ago who saw my name in The Temple Review and thought it looked familiar. Sure enough, she'd been in one of my MWF 8:40 a.m. business writing classes. Glad she liked the book![image error]

from the juvenilia

This is from the juvenilia if 24 or so counts as such: The Golden Plot.

The Book of Jay

Atticus Books was kind enough to post a rough-draft excerpt from The Book of Jay . Part 1 arrived this afternoon, and part 2 is due to appear next week.

Philadelphia

<> at Love Park, as i passed through on my way to grading papers in the lounge of the Marriott at 12th and Market, i strolled past plenty of homeless people sleeping in the a.m. (with one guy engrossed in mass market fiction, a fat book whose title i could not discern), and then eating in the p.m. (from the Meals on Wheels type of outfit I believe that the city is now in a tussle with although i apologize for not having time to retrieve the facts on this). doesn't appear as if anyone is bothering anybody. peaceful. no fountain water, so that's a bit of a downer.

<> after the casual extra-credit, stop-go analysis grading in the lobby (okay, an easy one to assess), a rather swank French professor approaches, and yes, he is in fact the guy i'm meeting for lunch. we talk about all of it--long and short--corruption, anxiety, work, overwork, fatigue, children, parents, homecare workers, abroad, Europe, China, greed, poverty, etc.--and, well, the Hong Kong duck and spicy eggplant were both rather tasty.

<> the always adorable and charming nieces in the p.m., and i hope my sister can survive!

<> plans and schemes, lots of them, reading, writing, teaching, and always, how to push Duffleman upon the unassuming masses--and you!

<> foreign translation rights in murky waters, possible domestic representation, a savior, someone to take over the whole operation and hopefully save Cyrus's ass. . . but from what? well, at least from his author. right?

<> okay, wrong again. we'll live with that. maybe. or maybe right.

<> for the most part, when the sun comes out, Philly looks beautiful. great town. spectacular. affordable hoagies, cheesesteaks, and pan-Asian cuisine. further proof New Yorkers just never know what the heck they're talking about. Diane Keaton, or at least her character in Manhattan, would enjoy knowing that we have the Van Gogh (pronounced "Goch") exhibit here. for now.

<> mother appears to be in spectacular shape, and i hope i'm not jinxing anything.

<> fight for your long week in always sunny Philadelphia![image error]

insomnia

Insomnia, you never cease to amaze me in how you come at the most predictable times in my life.

Could you at least wake me up at an original time or day of the week? I've been watching you, and I don't like what I see. Not one bit. And so I've no other recourse other than to grade you down for this assignment, and you should expect demerits in the future if you continue to act in such a mediocre manner.

Insomnia, you can do better than this. Don't you think?

i came, i read. . .

The Spill the Beans reading was fun, and I had a chance to compete with loud line chatter and cash-register chiming, so that should help prepare me for all future obstacles. Which at the moment seem too overwhelming to consider. . .

Life is good, but insomnia isn't?

Insomnia, in fact, is not always so bad although it's better for those days when there's no teaching the next a.m. I can report that I finished grading a stack of essays earlier in the day and even did some light editing of Cartoon Bubbles after the reading. And a sliver of memoir excerpt will run at Atticus Books on March 19.

And so it goes.