by carl wilson

Thursday Reading: R.I.P.?

You don't care if I do any more of those Thursday Reading roundups, do you? They're labour intensive, and rather listy as posts go. The upcoming redesign will feature a fresh-links sidebar that should fulfill some of the same urges. Unless you just adore Thursday Reading. Let me know.

Meanwhile: Warren Kinsella, read this. I spotted it in Harper's Readings but Eppy pointed the way to the complete document. Ah, sweet vindication - it never tasted so much like boiled socks.

I listed some favourite Toronto-and-environs blogs for this on-line sidebar in Toronto Life. I can only offer my regrets that it is related to a Robert Fulford article.

And now some silly love songs: Sasha on Kanye in The New Yorker, awhile back, has now been annotated and updated with some bloggendums. Dave Morris on high-school-band-geek chic in Eye, which also has a tear-dowsing interview with Bettye Lavette and an intriguing one with South Africa's Tumi & the Volume. NOW thinks Architecture in Helsinki are wannabe Canadians (and they do at least seem to wish they'd gone to Degrassi High). And, hey!, four shiny NNNN's for the Foggy Hogtown Boys.

I imagine people like Alex will have things to say about this Nation piece on classical music's perpetual crisis. Is this the best stereo component ever? The trouble with cracking down on "kiddie porn" is of course the usual crackdown problem - they just go after anybody "weird" instead, such as the Suicide Girls. (I think there's a coherent critique to be made of SGs, but not this one!) Harvey Danger joins the free-album-download revolution - so is this the brilliant music marketing coup it dresses up as, or the felo de se of the business? And what is pop surrealism? (Those last four all via Boing Boing.)

This is old but Matthew Fluxblog's P-fork interview with Carl Newman of the New Pornographers is a truly enjoyable, intelligent conversation.

K-Punk says: "Jessica Rylan is the future of noise, in the way that men are the past of machines." Look back in dismay: Tom Ewing revisits his best of the 1990s. And this just in: The Clap Your Hands Say Yeah conspiracy.

The Ben Marcus versus Jonathan Franzen lit-war that is kicked off in Harper's this month is a Big 'Un, that rare worthwhile bookish bunfight, but it's also a deadlock since neither side really even recognizes the legitimacy of the other. It's a literary Gaza Strip. If you've read any commentary that gets us to Camp David - or escalates the confrontation entertainingly - I'd love to hear about it. (PS: I heart Ben Marcus, but he doesn't quite nail it here.)

ILM jumps the shark again, and this time, it may not make it back.

News | Posted by zoilus on Thursday, September 29 at 09:52 PM | Linking Posts | Comments (3)



Oh, and I was being hyperbolic.

Posted by zoilus on October 1, 2005 01:10 AM



I guess what I mean is that he doesn't form a very satisfying theory of the relationship between the (relatively) conventional novel and experimental writing. He does agree that naturalism is legitimate, but he doesn't say much for what either side is good for, except to satisfy different people's varying likes and dislikes... It seemed an unnecessarily humbled position.

But you're right, not an arrogant overweaning defensive one like Franzen's.

Posted by zoilus on October 1, 2005 01:09 AM



But Ben Marcus *does* acknowledge the other camp...

Posted by Dixon on September 30, 2005 06:39 PM




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