I had never watched a an episode of SCAN-TV’s The High Bar with Warren before JE brought it to my attention yesterday. I guess it’s a Seattle thing. Hosted over at vimeo.com, they interview a lot of interesting people from differing backgrounds including, this week, our very own Jonathan Evison, doing one of the things he does best – talk about books, writing, and publishing.
Snowdrops, to disabuse you of the idea that this is some sort of heartwarming story, is slang for bodies that are discovered in Moscow’s snowdrifts during the spring thaw. First you get the sickening smell, then maybe you spy a leg that’s turned green. Then you look away. And they have a name for this in Moscow. Swe
I’ll be honest, after page fifty I didn’t get Walks With Men. I understand that Jane, fresh out of school, and living in NYC mid 1980, falls in love with Neil, who is married, and doesn’t tell her. I got that part. I understood why she did it, or did it after she found out she was the “other woman”, but I didn’t get the guy living in Vermont, I mean I get it, but it’s like, what?
It’s a strange thing to review novels while you’re trying to write one. You sit at home pounding out the impossible and then you read a book that accomplishes those impossibilities, and makes it look easy. Writing novels = pain, but not for Nick Laird.
I like books by men who haven’t always had soft hands.
(Examples: Ed Abbey, Rick Bass, Wendell Berry, Raymond Carver, Dostoyevsky, Jim Harrison, Charles Bukowski, Barry Lopez, Gary Snyder, Jack Kerouac, Ernest Hemingway, Jack London, Henry David Thoreau. What matters is that the author has done some kind of raw physical labor, either in a negative context (Carver or Bukowski’s menial jobs, Dostoyevsky’s forced labor) or ‘constructive’ (Berry, Thoureau).)