More in the Way of Items

Read yesterday:

  • Pickover, Clifford A. Computers and the Imagination: Visual Adventures beyond the Edge. (St. Martin’s: 1991). Hyperkinetic. Early sections on computer-generated mazes of interest, and the clear hand of A Perfect Vacuum and Imaginary Magnitude was visible later.

  • Sedgwick, Mark. Against the Modern World: Traditionalism and the Secret Intellectual History of the Twentieth Century. (Oxford: 2004). Prologue reads in some ways like it could have come from the eXile. Would have liked more exposition of Guenon’s, Evola’s, and Schuon’s ideas as such.

Favorite Sopranos Malapropism/Items

“Dysentery in the ranks” (4.4). Combines foreshadowing and appealing ludicrousness.

Read yesterday:

  • Horsley, Lee. Twentieth-Century Crime Fiction. (Oxford: 2005). Where’s the Keeler? Bonfiglioni? Banville?

  • Clarke, Lee. Worst Cases: Terror and Catastrophe in the Popular Imagination. (Chicago: 2006). Thought that Posner’s book might have warranted a bit more discussion here.

  • Phares, Walid. Future Jihad : Terrorist Strategies against America. (Palgrave: 2005). I don’t know why I kept reading this. Probably to see what the next bizarre LOTR reference would be.

Historians and Critics

I spend some time in my dissertation with the political and diplomatic history of interwar England and was pleased to have a[n] historian on my committee, who pointed out some overgeneralizations I was tending to make about the nature of the British right in the mid-twenties, among other things. So imagine my dismay when I learned, via Jenny Davidson’s comment, that, according to Sarah Maza’s “Stephen Greenblatt’s New Historicism and Cultural History [. . .]” (Modern Intellectual History 1.2 [2004]: 249-265) at least, “Historians often approach literary criticism with a hostility, or at least skepticism, that gets in the way of trying to understand what literary critics are really doing. In conversation, if rarely in print, historians routinely dismiss literary criticism as self-indulgent, trendy, arbitrary and jargon-ridden” (251).

Repetition/Reading

I’m very lazy about changing a CD in my car stereo unless I’m on a long drive. I think I once listened, as Clancy can attest, to Blonde on Blonde (mind you a scratched-copy with “Visions of Johanna”–the “all night long we sang that stupid song” from “Dr. Wu”–unplayable) for at least a month’s worth of driving. I’m coming up on a month now with The Harder They Come. Even thought about playing the first track as a way of explaining my grading policy.

Totality and the Genes of Literature

My contribution to the Moretti event:

“Suppose at this juncture we were to state the blindingly obvious: that, whatever their other properties, literary texts do not possess genes” (59). So begins the “Perils of Analogy” section of Christopher Prendergast’s response* to Moretti. Notwithstanding the Paris Review interviews, it does seem difficult to maintain that literature has genes. Does it have memes, however? Ideologemes? Maybe. And I will discuss metaphors of cultural transmission and evolutionary analogies in Moretti’s argument.

Artifice

That’s the title of my course this semester. I’m thinking possibly of substituting Primer for eXistenZ. I think Primer’s engagingly baffling, and it’s also one of the best movies about engineers qua engineers I’ve seen.

I did ‘solve’ Rhem, and getting the bridge to rise is really just the start of it. Clancy bought me the sequel as a present, and I’ve vowed to get through it without looking at a walkthrough, which I admit I did out of frustration two or three times in the first game. (In each case, it was something I would have figured out–my problem throughout was making the game more complicated than it actually was. You don’t need trigonometry to solve it, for example, and if something is baffling, it’s because you haven’t found the necessary information. I consistently missed out on this aspect of the game’s “puzzle rhetoric.”)

The Police in New York City

Just caught a commercial for the Super Bowl on ABC with “Heartbreaker” in the background. You couldn’t really hear any of the lyrics, which is too bad: A ten year old girl on a street corner, Sticking needles in her arm. She died in the dirt of an alleyway, Her mother said she had no chance, no chance!

Be sure to catch Superbowl XL on ABC!

This also reminds of the countless times I’ve heard “Time out of Mind” playing in supermarkets. I suppose there was also the whole Iggy Pop promotionals for, what it was, Cadillac?

Moretti Event/A Misunderstanding

I’ve announced the upcoming Valve book event on Franco Moretti’s Graphs, Maps, Trees, about which I’m excited.

Also, Mark Bauerlein has an article (currently subscription) in the Chronicle about adolescent culture and the decline of literacy. In many ways, I think Bauerlein misses the mark here; but for now I just want to note that this:

The fact that involvement fell while access rose signals a new stance toward literature and the arts among the young. I don’t know of any research that formally examines the trend, but a snippet of conversation that occurred during a National Public Radio interview with me last year illustrates the attitude that I’m describing:Caller: “I’m a high-school student, and I don’t read and my friends don’t read because of all the boring stuff the teachers assign.”

Thomas Frank Speaking Like A Southerner?

Another tidbit from the Chronicle (still subscription):

Thomas Frank, author of What’s the Matter With Kansas? How Conservatives Won the Heart of America (Metropolitan, 2004), sketched out prevailing American narratives of class and the rhetoric of left and right. “The ways we’re encouraged to think about elites and elitism is the key to what’s wrong with us, and there is something wrong with us,” he said. “Indignation is the great uniting aesthetic principle of conservative culture.”

Cf. Wolfe's There Are Doors

I think foreign policy should definitely be taken out of men’s hands. Men should continue making machines, but women ought to decide which machines are being made. Women have far better sense. They would have never introduced the infernal internal combustion engine or any other of the evil machines. Most kitchen machines, for example, are good; they don’t obliterate other skills. Or other people. With our leaders it is too often a case of one’s little boy saying to another: “My father can lick your father.” By now, the toys have gotten far too dangerous. (Auden, Paris Review Interview 57 [1974]).