One thing I love about blogs is seeing people discover books that have become so much a part of my own life that I develop the sense that everybody else on Earth has also read them, and so there's no need for me to talk about them, because we all know these are great books, right? It's nice to be reminded that this is a fantasy -- nice to see people suddenly fall in love with books I've known for a little while already.
The great and glorious
Anne Fernald just posted a list of some books she's read lately with joy and happiness, and the two books on the list that I've read are ones I recommend without reservation:
Tropical Fish![](http://web.archive.org./web/20170716033653im_/http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=occasionalsub-20&l=as2&o=1&a=0767925106)
by Doreen Baingana and
Good Morning, Midnight![](http://web.archive.org./web/20170716033653im_/http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=occasionalsub-20&l=as2&o=1&a=0393303942)
by Jean Rhys.
I first heard about
Tropical Fish when I was in Kenya for the SLS/Kwani conference and Doreen Baingana was part of a panel discussion; I found her captivating. Later, a Ugandan friend (who also told me about
FEMRITE) exhorted me to read the book. I did. I exhort you to do the same.
I don't remember when I stumbled upon
Good Morning, Midnight -- I feel like the battered, crumpled paperback I've got has been with me for years, but I know I read it only a handful of years ago. Few other books have affected the prose of my own writing as deeply. Much of what I've written, and even some of what I've published, I could call my pre-Rhys writing -- aspiring toward a sort of lyricism that now I have little interest in.
Good Morning, Midnight offers, to my eye's ear, a prose that I would rank in its stark, precise beauty with that of Paul Bowles, J.M. Coetzee, and even, to some extent, Beckett.
Meanwhile, much like Anne, I've been reading a lot without writing about it. I've felt like I either didn't have much to say about what I've read, or what I'd have to say has already been said by plenty of people. Here, though, are some quick thoughts on some of what I've read over the last few weeks:
I was looking forward to Jedediah Berry's first novel,
The Manual of Detection![](http://web.archive.org./web/20170716033653im_/http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=occasionalsub-20&l=as2&o=1&a=1594202117)
, with so much excitement that I may have slaughtered it with expectations. Some of Jed's short stories are among my favorites of recent years, and I had high hopes for the novel, but those hopes were never quite met. It was a brisk and sometimes exhilarating read, but ultimately felt whispy to me, especially in the last third, from which I ached for much more. Much more what? I don't know. But more.
Similarly, I think Brian Evenson is one of the better contemporary American writers, and so my hopes for his new novel,
Last Days![](http://web.archive.org./web/20170716033653im_/http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=occasionalsub-20&l=as2&o=1&a=0980226007)
, were unreasonably high. It's an interesting and sometimes harrowing book, but again I wasn't satisfied with it in the last third or so. (Matt Bell has written a comprehensive and thoughtful take on the novel
here.) It's not that I didn't like either
The Manual of Detection or
Last Days -- I read them both, and neither ever really felt like a slog to get through -- but both left me unsatisfied, yearning for more complexity and depth and nuance and implication.
Then one day the mail brought both
The Letters of Noël Coward![](http://web.archive.org./web/20170716033653im_/http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=occasionalsub-20&l=as2&o=1&a=0307391000)
and
The Letters of Samuel Beckett: Volume 1, 1929-1940![](http://web.archive.org./web/20170716033653im_/http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=occasionalsub-20&l=as2&o=1&a=0521867932)
. I wondered what the mail gods were trying to tell me (one friend replied, when I mentioned the coincidence: "I think it means you are either: an absurd gayist ... or a flamboyant abusrdist. Possibly both." I'll try for both). The Coward was a review copy, the Beckett a book I splurged on for myself. I tried reading the former for a bit, because I do have a certain weakness for good ol' Noël, but the letters are presented amidst a narrative of Coward's life, and I found it annoying, so couldn't continue.
The Beckett is a masterpiece of editing, a feat of scholarship, and utterly fascinating. I devoured half of the big book in only a few days (then stopped, ready to go again on the second half very soon).
Gabriel Josipovici reviewed it, so I have nothing else to say.
Partly because of my
"Murder, Madness, Mayhem" class, I happened to read some
Robert Aickman stories and became obsessed. I had last read Aickman when I was about 17 or so, and I had
hated his stories. I thought they were the most boring, pointless things ever written by any human being ever, ever, ever. Ahhh, youth! "The Hospice" and "The Stains" are now stories I am simply in awe of. I quickly hunted up the only two relatively affordable Aickman collections available on the used book market:
Cold Hand in Mine![](http://web.archive.org./web/20170716033653im_/http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=occasionalsub-20&l=as2&o=1&a=0684151324)
and
Painted Devils![](http://web.archive.org./web/20170716033653im_/http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=occasionalsub-20&l=as2&o=1&a=B0013LD6XS)
. They are full of exactly what Aickman says they are full of: strange stories. Beautifully, alarmingly strange stories.
Someone should publish an affordable paperback of Aickman's selected (or, be still my heart, collected!) stories. Tartarus Press published a two-volume collected stories, but it's going for at least $700 these days, and though I love Aickman, I can't spend $700 on him. Thus, I implore the publishing world to relieve my yearning and reprint a collection or two or eight of Aickman's stories in inexpensive editions! Someone? Anyone? Please?
NYRB Books, I'm looking at you right now.....
Wanting to read some nonfiction about Aickman, I borrowed S.T. Joshi's
The Modern Weird Tale: A Critique of Horror Fiction![](http://web.archive.org./web/20170716033653im_/http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=occasionalsub-20&l=as2&o=1&a=078640986X)
from a library and read the fairly astute chapter on Aickman. But I have to admit, my first thought on reading various parts of Joshi's book was, "What crawled up this guy's ass and died?" I know some people have thought the same about things I've written, so I didn't hold it against him. I was curious how Joshi is perceived within the horror community, though, because his rants against writers like Stephen King and Peter Straub seem so over-the-top to me that they actually work better as humor than as criticism, and he sometimes seems to get angry at writers for not fitting into his own narrow categories, for not agreeing with his (Lovecraftian) view of the universe, for not being more, well, Joshian. He has some fascinating things to say, but also ... not. Is he the Ezra Pound of genre criticism?
The Cimmerian quotes Joel Lane (whose
short stories![](http://web.archive.org./web/20170716033653im_/http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=occasionalsub-20&l=as2&o=1&a=1597800392)
I like quite a bit):
[Joshi's] Lovecraft biography is a serious classic. Joshi’s recent book The Modern Weird Tale is a mixed bag, highly idiosyncratic and unfair, but full of good insights. His new book The Evolution of the Weird Tale, despite its grand title, is basically a collection of review articles; but it’s enormous fun and less narrow than some earlier Joshi stuff. The Weird Tale, published in 1990 and covering the weird fiction genre from Machen to Lovecraft, is ambitious and dynamic but heavy-handed and too fond of extreme statements. Behind the veils of academic objectivity, Joshi can be seen to be a volatile, short-tempered, aggressive and highly intense young man. He has mellowed a little since, though his sarcasm can still wither at forty paces.
As I prepared my class to watch an episode of
Dexter, I read around in
Jack the Ripper and the London Press![](http://web.archive.org./web/20170716033653im_/http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=occasionalsub-20&l=as2&o=1&a=0300088728)
by L. Perry Curtis, Jr. and
Natural Born Celebrities: Serial Killers in American Culture![](http://web.archive.org./web/20170716033653im_/http://www.assoc-amazon.com/e/ir?t=occasionalsub-20&l=as2&o=1&a=0226738698)
by David Schmid -- both well worth reading, rich with insights.
Nowadays, I'm mostly doing research about British imperialism and its connection to mystery and adventure fiction. Fascinating stuff, which will, I hope, bring a new project to fruition...