Archive for June, 2009

Strickland, Brown, & Smetanka

Posted in Journals on 29 June, 2009 by S&Co.

If you care to peruse our fine selection of literary journals, you may come across the following in these new arrivals:

In Harvard Review (#36) a story by Sarah A. Strickland (“A Dark Turn”) that TOTALLY KICKS ASS. I had not heard of Strickland, but I believe she is vastly talented, and this story is worth reading. Harvard Review — I’ve said this before — is — at just $10! — a tremendous value.

In Fence #21 (Spring/Summer 2009) a poem (p. 136) by Missoula’s own (at least for this season) Steffen Brown.

In the new Brick (Summer 2009) an illustration by Missoula artist Andy Smetanka (p. 167) Also in Brick, an interview with the late Donald Westlake.

The Writer’s Notebook: Craft Essays from Tin House

Posted in Books, Excerpts, Writing with tags , on 28 June, 2009 by Jenna

Dorothy Allison on place:  tinhouse

[pg. 11] You were in that room with him when he said no, he did not want you, and you walked out of the room and it felt as if you were bleeding into your own belly.  You went down the stairs, out into the night, and you smelled—what did you smell?  Was there the distinct odor of spilled beer on the steps?  Were you thinking about how when your daddy left that was all that you could smell on the front steps after he was gone?  Is it torn-up weeds you smell?  Somebody was sitting on those steps earlier and she was crying, and she didn’t have anything else so she reached down and pulled up the grass and ripped it, and you can smell the torn grass in the air.

Or is it your own skin?  You had put on perfume.  You had bathed carefully.  You had washed your hair.  You had used that new soap with lavender scent and flowers.  You wanted to be wanted, and no one can ever understand how terrible it felt to be told, no, I don’t want you.  But you smell your skin, and it stinks of sour disappointment, and you don’t want you.  You can understand why he didn’t want to have sex with you.  That’s place—the smell in the air, the memory, the association.  It’s all history.  You are somebody real who comes from somewhere, and you have been hurt in specific, deep, terrible ways.

—The Writer’s Notebook: Craft Essays from Tin House, $18.95
IN STOCK

Dept. of Vivid Description

Posted in Excerpts, Magazines on 27 June, 2009 by S&Co.

From this week’s New Yorker fiction:

He walked up the flag steps, through the unlocked door, and into a broad hall. It was an echoing house of frighteningly tall rooms that smelled of emptiness and mouse droppings. The place hadn’t been painted in many decades, though the last occupants had left it relatively clean. The lightless kitchen, something added a hundred years after the place was built, contained a gassy-smelling stove and a badly chipped sink. Upstairs, four vast rooms opened off a wide hall, and a door led up to an attic crossed with naked cypress beams. Above that perched a glassed-in belvedere, unbearably hot, where he could look out over long flat plots of woods that had once been cotton fields. He imagined pickers dragging their bags slowly across the steaming landscape and understood whose labor had built the house. The roof was iron, and it looked to be sound, though storm-dented and running with rust.

– Tim Gautreaux, Idols

Meet Jane Smith, Thursday, July 2nd, 7 pm.

Posted in Books, Events with tags , on 26 June, 2009 by S&Co.

Jane SmithThe story by Erika Fredrickson of the Missoula Independent.

The story by Jamie Kelly of the Missoulian.

Model United Nations

Posted in Books, Excerpts with tags on 20 June, 2009 by Jenna

[pg. 78-79]  Cat sister say, “Hey, Pygmy, want to do me a big, big favor?”

From distance across worship shrine, Magda eyeball this agent and host pygmysister.

Whisper of cat sister say, “It’s about the Model United Nations next week.”  Say, “Nobody wants to be the United States…will you?”

For official record, this agent requested to represent American nation on council floor, service on security council, create policy.

Whisper scented of solder smoke, melted lead connecting circuits sister mystery project, whisper say, “Special favor?”  Host sister lift hand, fingers straight as for pledge or vote, say, “Swear, I’ll owe you, big-time.”

On condition this agent act as delegate on behalf of United States will host sister be indebted.  So vast appeal.

Cat sister say, “Plus, Ms. Matthews will give you extra credit in Social Studies.”  Say, “Plus, we’re having a Dance of World Peace after.” …

Continue sister say, “I’m going as Swaziland.  United Nations is exactly like Halloween except more political.”  Say, “My brother’s going as Ceylon.  He figures since nobody knows jack about Ceylon he can just make up stuff.”

Pygmy, by Chuck Palahniuk (Doubleday, $24.95)  IN STOCK

The Radical Becomes Pragmatic

Posted in Magazines, Opinion on 20 June, 2009 by S&Co.

2009-07Kevin Baker writes in the July issue of Harper’s:

Obama’s failure would be unthinkable. And yet the best indications now are that he will fail, because he will be unable — indeed he will refuse — to seize the radical moment at hand.

Every instinct the president has honed, every voice he hears in Washington, every inclination of our political culture urges incrementalism, urges deliberation, if any significant change is to be brought about. The trouble is that we are at one of those rare moments in history when the radical becomes pragmatic, when deliberation and compromise foster disaster. The question is not what can be done but what must be done.

New Arrivals

Posted in Books on 16 June, 2009 by S&Co.

The Angel's Game, by Carlos Ruiz Zafon Born to Run Who Is Mark Twain? The Iraqi Cookbook The Wild Marsh, by Rick Bass The Little Stranger, by Sarah Waters

And in paperback:

Fugue State, by Brian Evenson Life As We Show It: Writing on Film Nature's Engraver: A Life of Thomas Bewick, by Jenny Uglow In Such Hard Times: The Poetry of Wei-Ying-wu All Souls, by Christine Schutt Do Not Deny Me, by Jean Thompson The Old Man and Me

Smells Like Horses …

Posted in Books, Opinion with tags , on 15 June, 2009 by S&Co.

Half Broke HorsesJeannette Walls’s forthcoming book (October) is entitled Half Broke Horses. Oh no! Not horses! Turns out, it’s the story of her grandma. But it includes horses and cows and floods and West Texas and Arizona. Well. All right. I thought The Glass Castle was really good, so I’ll say this: If Jeannette Walls can do a book about her grandma out West and not, somehow, with all of her popularity (i.e. power over editors, etc.), lapse tragically into every shade of western purple there is, I will, ever more loudly, sing her praises from the rooftops.

I’m rooting for her to pull it off.

Stay tuned.

Let’s Not Get Carried Away Here

Posted in Excerpts, Magazines, Reading with tags , , on 14 June, 2009 by Jenna

nyorkerfictionFrom a short story, “Good Neighbors,” by Jonathan Franzen, in the New Yorker Summer Fiction Issue:

[pg.81-82] He [their son Joey] was no older than eleven or twelve when, at the dinner table, according to Patty, he accidentally or deliberately called his father “son.”

“Oh-ho, did that not go over well with Walter,” she told the other mothers.

“That’s the kind of thing teen-agers all say to each other now,” the mothers said.  “It’s probably a rap thing.”

“That’s what Joey said,” Patty told them.  “He said it was just a word and not even a bad word.  And, of course, Walter begged to differ.  And I’m sitting there thinking, Wal-ter, Wal-ter, don’t get into it, point-less to ar-gue, but, no, he has to try to explain how, for example, even though ‘boy’ is not a bad word, you still can’t say it to a grown man, especially not to a black man, but, of course, the whole problem with Joey is that he refuses to recognize any distinction between children and grownups, and so it ends with Walter saying that there won’t be any dessert for him, which Joey then claims he doesn’t even want, in fact he doesn’t even like dessert very much, and I’m sitting there thinking, Wal-ter, Wal-ter, don’t get into it, but Walter can’t help it—he has to try to prove to Joey that, in fact, Joey really loves dessert.  But Joey won’t accept any of Walter’s evidence.  He’s totally lying through his teeth, of course, but he claims he’s only ever taken seconds of dessert because it’s conventional to, not because he actually likes it, and poor Walter, who can’t stand to be lied to, says, ‘O.K., if you don’t like it, then how about a month without dessert?,’ and I’m thinking, Oh, Wal-ter, Wal-ter, this isn’t going to end well, because Joey’s response is ‘I will go a year without dessert.  I will never eat dessert again, except to be polite at somebody else’s house,’ which, bizarrely enough, is a credible threat—he’s so stubborn he could probably do it.  And I’m like, ‘Whoa, guys, time out, dessert is an important food group, let’s not get carried away here,’ which immediately undercuts Walter’s authority, and, since the whole argument has been about his authority, I manage to undo anything positive that he’s accomplished.”

Whole Worlds Like Spinning Planets

Posted in Books, Excerpts on 13 June, 2009 by S&Co.

Sheckfrom the preface to Laurie Sheck‘s new novel, A Monster’s Notes:

So much of a life is invisible, inscrutable: layers of thoughts, feelings, outward events entwined with secrecies, ambiguities, ambivalences, obscurities, darknesses strongly present even to the one who’s lived it — maybe especially to the one who’s lived it. Why should it be otherwise? I didn’t seek to find her, wandered instead within and among her fragments of language — notebooks, drafts, journals, fictions, letters, essays, and found there whole worlds like spinning planets, lived in their cold light and burning light, wondering where I was, where they might take me. Curious, I heard a monster’s voice and followed –

– Laurie Sheck

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