The Real Dark Side

So,

You Google "Dark" and you get this:

Dark Side of the Net®

25 Oct 2009 ... Extensive link directory for dark art, literature, movies, music, news and community.
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which when you click on it - gives you this:

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Goggle is so obviously not ready for us.

 

But Snakes / Legs can find this.

Perversity will find a way.

 

 

 

Lautreamont

The little young guy with Freud and Rand and Buckley was Lautreamont.

Lautréamont died at the age of 24 on November 24, 1870, at 8:00 am in his hotel. On his death certificate "no further information" was given. Since many were afraid of epidemics while Paris was besieged, Ducasse was buried the next day after a service in Notre Dame de Lorette in a provisional grave at the Cemetière du Nord. During January 1871, his body was put into another grave elsewhere.
In his Poésies Lautréamont announced: "I will leave no memoirs", and as such, the life of the creator of the "Les Chants de Maldoror" remains for the most part unknown.

Les Chants de Maldoror

Les Chants de Maldoror is based on a character called Maldoror, a figure of unrelenting evil who has forsaken God and mankind. The book combines a violent narrative with vivid and often surrealistic imagery.
The critic Alex De Jonge writes, "Lautreamont forces his readers to stop taking their world for granted. He shatters the complacent acceptance of the reality proposed by their cultural traditions and make them see that reality for what it is: an unreal nightmare all the more hair-raising because the sleeper believes he is awake."
There is a wealth of Lautréamont criticism, interpretation and analysis in French (including an esteemed biography by Jean-Jacques Lefrère), but little in English.
Lautréamont's writing has many bizarre scenes, vivid imagery and drastic shifts in tone and style. There is much "black humor"; De Jonge argues that Maldoror reads like "a sustained sick joke."

The other two were Mohammed and ole JC

Authors To Warn Our Children About

Let's Talk About The Truth

Anyone read this? It's the story of a teamster who ends up going to the Valley and through a chain of events ends up with a farm there and wonderfully supportive neighbors. The problem with this was London just left out the part about how he did exactly the same thing (the reason he knew enough to write the book) and he could afford the land and the start up costs for a farm because he had made money from his books. The teamster got a farm because the wonderful folks gave it to him. I never finished it, because my bullshit detector went off. I've read Cormac McCarthy and Phillip Roth over the years and have reached the point of no return with both because of the bullshit detector. It beats me how gifted talented writers, who are successful and well recieved and given lots of awards can contune to churn out black dismal stories about imaginary worlds and imaginary characters that they cannot possibily know or relate to on any level because they are so self-absorbed and rich at this point. We've been shoveled up works that are written very well, and mean nothing.

Jack used to buy story ideas from "Red" Lewis when he needed them. Perhaps we should offer our grand old men some fresh themes and plots to work with because they obviously need them. We should be concerned about our own tastes when the latest and greatest things are all about the end of the world or the end of someone's talent. If I'm just out for the entertainment, I'd rather read Edgar Rice Burroughs. He never thought he was Nobel Prize worthy- as opposed to some of our literary lions.

A Small Book

I finished "Letters of Askance" by Chris Morley this morning. Its mostly copies of articles he wrote for The Saturday Review of Literature back in the 30s. It makes you realize how much you don't know. There's whole generations that had more of a classical education than we because that's the way they did things back at the turn of the century (1899  vs. 1999). I've decided to keep it in my library, since I can't think of anyone to give it to that would be genuinely interested in it and it is a first edition from 1939. I wouldn't want to find it back on a thrift store shelf where it would lanquish for the next 20 years (or worse, destroyed because some Goodwill clerk decided no one was going to buy it). I did order a copy of "Dreamthorp" by Alexander Smith from Abebooks based on Morley's recommendation.(If you can't trust your friends, who can you trust?

Re:Alexander Smith (Never heard of him before)

His early poems appeared in the Glasgow Citizen, in whose editor, James Hedderwick, he found a friend. A Life Drama and other Poems (1853) was a work of promise, ran through several editions, and gained Smith the appointment of secretary to Edinburgh University in 1854.
As a poet he was one of the leading representatives of what was called the "Spasmodic" School, now fallen into oblivion. Smith, P. J. Bailey and Sydney Dobell were satirized by W. E. Aytoun in 1854 in Firmilian: a Spasmodic Tragedy.
In the same year Sydney Dobell came to Edinburgh, and an acquaintanceship at once sprang up between the two, which resulted in their collaboration in a book of War Sonnets (1855), inspired by the Crimean War. He also published City Poems (1857) and Edwin of Northumbria Edwin of Deira (1861), a Northumbrian epic poem.
Although his early work A Life Drama was highly praised, his poetry was later less well thought of and he was ridiculed as being a Spasmodic. Smith turned his attention to prose, and published Dreamthorp: Essays written in the Country (1863) and A Summer in Skye (1865). He wrote two novels, Miss Dona M'Quarrie (18??), and his last work Alfred Hagart's Household (1866) which ran first through Good Words.

I think I want to be considered part of the Spasmodic School of Poetry. I checked the book out on Google books and it looked interesting enough to try it on.

He died young.

Lately, I've been thinking about the honesty of American literature- more to come...

Yosemite in the summer

 This is what it looked like last year. We were coming into the valley from the southeast corner of the park and had one completely horrible mosquito day where they chased us up the mountain. We probably had too many people (12) although it was a fun group and I overdid the food a little. I can't seem to help myself from going. I usually loose a toe nail a year. I'm looking forward to sticking my poor tired dogs in the lakes and streams this coming summer. The new trip will be on the north side of the valley rim.

 

A literary note: If you have not read this book, you should:

There is basic required reading for a life and this is one of them. (There's a thought, I could make my own list of books to read, forget the canon or whatever it was called. That "List" drove me to read Max Beerbohm- talk about overrated snobbery, the king had no clothes. 

Slightly Crooked This Year

Here's the route for summer of 2010. Every summer for the last several years I organize a backpacking trip somewhere. Its been mostly Yosemite the last four years. This route is supposed to give you get views of the valley. About 35 miles and all of the freeze dried backpacking food you can eat. I do it mostly to get to hangout with two of my children who like to do this. Every year its up in the air, because of schedules and things that might happen between now and then. Eventually, there probably won't be children - just a couple of friends. Anyhow, its worth doing. the country side is great. No cell phones or computers for a week. I don't have a date yet. Its a great way to lose weight

Who would want to shoot her?

Hem In A Dress

Just finished "Under Kilimanjaro" this weekend.

Well, this is both of them in 1928. Karen Bixen (Isak Denison) was 43, Hem was 29. "Out Of Africa" was published in 1937. "The Green Hills of Africa" in 1935. "Under Kilimanjaro"  by Hem was written in the 50s. Reading "Out of Africa" and "Under Kilimanjaro"  back to back, one realizes that the structure, the componants, the relationships and details are strung together in the second book as if he was dreaming Karen's book. The difference is that hers is about farming, his is about hunting. The rest could be dismissed as cloning. They both give medical treatment to the natives, they both go kill lions or leopards that killing livestock. They discuss the quaint customs and behavior of the natives they know well. They are both assuming parental roles with the natives. They both go on about their relationships with friends and loved ones without any real resolution. Even the late part of both books about flying over the African countryside. The version that Hem's son edited "True At First Light" tried to make it into a novel about infidelity, etc. but it didn't really work, because there is little conflict in either version about his wanting the native girl, other than his own guilt about it. Mary, his wife, doesn't seem to care. The native girl doesn't care. I'd recommend the Hemingway book to someone who was a passionate hunter. Otherwise, I'd tell folks to read Karen's book and not to bother with the other one. (Unless, of course, you are still trying to learn to write- there's a lot to be learned from reading unfinished works as well as notebooks and published copies of transcripts of editing in progress)

An Ad from an Antique Bookdealer

 Fashion: A volume containing hand colored fashion plates from four different French fashion magazines, 125 plates, 122 of which are hand colored. Paris, n.d. (ca. 1864-1865, some plates dated). The volume contains 125 plates, 52 from Les Modes Parisiennes, 7 from Le Follet, 47 from Petit Courrier des Dames and 19 from Journal des Demoiselles. The plates are by such fashion illustrators as Compte Calix, Carrachi, Emile Preval and Berlier. Bound in cloth, 8 x 10 1/2 inches, spine faded and slightly worn, plates fine, except a few with paper clip rust marks at top margins, overall very good.     $1,850.00
This was how the early fashion world got started. These would reach New York and Boston and the rich ladies would order their fashion from Paris. The dress makers would also create doll size versions to ship to America for potential dealers and customers. Some of the finer antique dolls are actually fashion dolls, never intended for children. The east coast folk weren't to out done and began to create their own publications and by the 1870s the big fashion publishers had sweat shops set up for the immigrant Irish girls to sit and hand color fashion plates for the magazines. There could be a room with 50 girls, each with their particular color and the black and white printed illustrations would be passed back and forth until they were full color. Some of these magazines had circulations in the thousands.
Goes to show how some things don't really change, just the color of 'em

Kaleidophon

Found this last night when I was looking for a present for Joe (character in my novel) to take his son in 1896.


 Mechanically operated Percussion Instruments

 

Automated percussion instruments manufactured in Leipzig mainly consisted of children’s toys. Boys’ and children’s ensembles mainly used mechanically operated bell lyres (portable glockenspiels) and small, crank operated drums in order to produce automated march rhythms and drum rolls. These bell lyres and automated drums completed small marching bands and could be operated by any child regardless of their skills in drumming and music reading.

Leipzig manufacturers of glockenspiels and their product names with start of production:

1896	Uhlig, Schwerin & co	Kaleidophon
1906	Leipziger Musikwerke EUPHONIKA	Glockenspiel

Leipzig manufacturers of mechanically operated drums with start of production:

1903	Meinel, Ottomar
1904	Apollo Musikwerke
1905	Herkules-Musikwerke

Also found this much earlier, when Joe was buying Fanny Stevenson a birthday present:

This is the first Swiss Army Knife, although it was called something else back then.

I've learned many things in researching this saga. The 1890s marked many milestones: the first popular use of silk underwear by women, the start of popular use of the bicycle, the first colored magazines (done by hand),
Magic Lantern shows put on all over the place, the streamlining of the photographic process.

I'm Board

 I need to find some more small publisher groups to annoy. If you know of any, send 'em my way. I found a group of writers that co-op a web page on their books and when I queried them, I was told there were only two of them in Los Angeles and $100.00 was too steep for them. Do they think people go out of their way to find a web site for unknown self-published writers? I asked the woman with the mirrored emails if she was going to pass on my proposal to her members. She didn't answer. I went last night and put fliers on the windshields of all 10 cars of the people attending the PA-LA small publishers group. (They were the ones that told me I couldn't pass out fliers at their meeting because I wouldn't provide them my income tax statement) Not a peep from them today. They must be too old and feeble to type after their exhausting monthly meeting. There were a few going into the meeting looking older than me. iUniverse keeps sending me come-ons for more self-publishing- like I'd love to go through this process again. Thinking maybe direct mail is the way to go, rather than spending my meager budget on book fairs. Here's a list of what doesn't work , if you are thinking about self-publishing:

1. Reviewers will not NOT NOT NOT review your book, no matter how brilliant, silly or demeaning you might be.

2.Bookstores will accept free promotional copies of your book, but will not take any they have to pay for, even if they sell the ones you gave them for free.

3. Advertisers will take all the money you have to give them and will ask for more.

4.Self-publishing houses will take all the money you give them and will ask for more.

5. Groups designed to help self-published authors will take all your money and ask for more.

6. There are so many web based things available to post to about your book, that NO ONE actually pays attention to them.

7. You can actually pay your self-publishing house to take back returns and pulp them for you.

8. Barnes & Noble could care less about your book, they just want to get people in their bookstores.

9. Agents could care less about you if you are over 25

10. There are a lot of nut cases out there that have self-published too.

Stevenson and all that

Well, I did it today. I've been working for three years on this novel and researching it longer because I also did a screenplay years ago about Fanny & Louis when they first met and fell in love. I took my entire five feet of books and moved them all to the top shelf in my studio where I hope they collect dust and rest for a long time. I'm within about ten or fifteen pages from finishing the final draft and won't need anything but my little notebook I'm been keeping for notes and things that I keep forgetting, like my main character's name in Samoan. When I'm dead and gone some book dealer will love it. Collections is where it's at. You can sell the good stuff for lots and fill up your 10 cent table with the rest. Everyone loves you. The family gets rid of these old stuffy worn books that no one will read.

 

He looks relaxed now. (This is John Singer Sargent's portrait, you can tell by the colors) Still reading Christopher Morley- he made mention that he, like most of his generation, had a Stevensonian period in their writing style. His generation was Anderson and Dreiser, Stevenson's children.

Mike Corwin & Jose Saramago

Found "Three Songs For Acoustic Guitar" in a little paper slip case (a CD) by Mike Corwin yesterday for 50 cents. He plays banjo as well as guitar which was why I bought it. The recording I have is from 2005. This is "All The Way She Scraped Her Knee" which is on my CD as well. Nice music!

A link: http://www.myspace.com/victrolasongs  for Mr. Corwin

Also, picked up a copy of Jose Saramago's "Baltasar and Blimunda" - If you hadn't heard, he won the Nobel Prize for literature a little while ago. 

 

He looks like he could use some music.

WNBA-LA Wants To Eat Me Alive

Hi Dan, Thank you for all the info.  I think this would be a great  idea...however, if we did this through WNBA-LA, I know that the board  would not go for it without us being able to advertise it as our  booth.  So, unfortunately, I don't think this will work. I will keep this in mind, however, if we don't get our own booth and  individual members want to participate with you. Thank you...and please stay in touch as it gets closer (when is it???) All the best to you, Kelly Sullivan Walden President, Women's National Book Association (Los Angeles Chapter) www.WNBA-books.org/la www.DreamProjectUN.org www.KellySullivanWalden.com (323) 893-3028 On Nov 11, 2009, at 9:30 PM, Dan Mc Nay wrote: > Kelly, > > What I am organizing is a shared table. The idea would be that I get  > 10 authors or small publishers or folks from an organization like  > yours to split the cost and split the time at the table. 10 people  > would make the cost for each individual about $100.00 - $120.00.  > Then there would be two people at the table at a time to split up  > the roughly 14 hours over two days time. The Fair is April 24-25th.  > 10-5 and 10-6 Saturday and Sunday. I was going to organize it under  > the name of my Bookseller identity "Round The Block Books, since I  > have a Reseller's Permit and a Small Business License. > > The folks that have a slot can present anything they want. We just  > don't want anything else between us and the public. If you bought a  > slot for your group it would still apply. > > What did you have in mind? > > Sorry to hear about your loss. > The cemetery was in Paris Il, down near Terre Haute. > > > Thanks > > Dan McNay >

Hi Dan, Thank you for all the info.  I think this would be a great idea...however, if we did this through WNBA-LA, I know that the board would not go for it without us being able to advertise it as our booth.  So, unfortunately, I don't think this will work. I will keep this in mind, however, if we don't get our own booth and individual members want to participate with you.  Thank you...and please stay in touch as it gets closer (when is it???) All the best to you, Kelly Sullivan Walden  President, Women's National Book Association (Los Angeles Chapter) www.WNBA-books.org/la www.DreamProjectUN.org www.KellySullivanWalden.com (323) 893-3028 On Nov 11, 2009, at 9:30 PM, Dan Mc Nay wrote: Kelly, What I am organizing is a shared table. The idea would be that I get 10 authors or small publishers or folks from an organization like yours to split the cost and split the time at the table. 10 people would make the cost for each individual about $100.00 - $120.00. Then there would be two people at the table at a time to split up the roughly 14 hours over two days time. The Fair is April 24-25th. 10-5 and 10-6 Saturday and Sunday. I was going to organize it under the name of my Bookseller identity "Round The Block Books, since I have a Reseller's Permit and a Small Business License. The folks that have a slot can present anything they want. We just don't want anything else between us and the public. If you bought a slot for your group it would still apply. What did you have in mind? Sorry to hear about your loss. The cemetery was in Paris Il, down near Terre Haute. Thanks Dan McNay

Why am I not surprised? These type of people are unbelievable. Why on earth would she think I should do a table for her? I'm not even a member- or a woman. Like I'm going to hold my breath. And of course her members don't get a choice or my option.

ya know archy?

expression is the need of my soul
i was once a vers libre bard
but i died and my soul went into the body of a cockroach
it has given me a new outlook upon life
i see things from the under side now
thank you for the apple peelings in the wastepaper basket
but your paste is getting so stale i cant eat it
there is a cat here called mehitabel i wish you would have
removed she nearly ate me the other night why dont she
catch rats that is what she is supposed to be fore
there is a rat here she should get without delay

most of these rats here are just rats
but this rat is like me he has a human soul in him
he used to be a poet himself
night after night i have written poetry for you
on your typewriter
and this big brute of a rat who used to be a poet
comes out of his hole when it is done
and reads it and sniffs at it
he is jealous of my poetry
he used to make fun of it when we were both human
he was a punk poet himself
and after he has read it he sneers
and then he eats it

i wish you would have mehitabel kill that rat
or get a cat that is onto her job
and i will write you a series of poems showing how things look
to a cockroach
that rats name is freddy
the next time freddy dies i hope he wont be a rat
but something smaller i hope i will be a rat
in the next transmigration and freddy a cockroach
i will teach him to sneer at my poetry then

dont you ever eat any sandwiches in your office
i haven't had a crumb of bread for i dont know how long
or a piece of ham or anything but apple parings
and paste and leave a piece of paper in your machine
every night you can call me archy

-more down memory lane with Christopher Morley. They were friends and in '37 as Marquis was dying from his third or fourth stroke, Chris was writing about him in his column (which was collected in this little ole book I found.) Look twice at the old plain books that look sad and worn. Hello, in there- to paraphrase John Prine

Letters

Dree Hemingway (Hem's great-granddaughter- from the Hadley line)

I went to find a picture of Papa writing a letter for this: /http://www.lettersofnote.com/

"Letters Of Note" a real interesting Web Site of not so well known letters. I've been working on fictionalizing a long 17 page letter the real Joseph Strong wrote to his friend Charles Stoddard about the crossing from Samoa to San Francisco. Got a copy on microfilm from the Huntington Library - actually the entire collection of letters that Stoddard kept. I'm putting three real ones in the novel and using the long one for a dramatization near the end of the book. If ya want to see the first 50 pages of the novel, it's linked here: http://www.thetruthabouttreasureisland.com

Still dipping into the collection of essays by Christopher Morley, the latest was about the Queen Mary making its first arrival in NYC in about 1936-37.  What he mentioned was the acquaintances with him, a bunch of Morans, apparently grandchildren of this guy:

It's nice to imagine our grandchildren and great grandchildren having marvelous lives because we gave them a bootstrap up.
And somebody finding our letters after we are long gone- or even someone keeping our letters after we are long gone.
Dree's a high class model with magazine covers. Quite a ways from Hem killing pigeons in the park and hiding them in Bree's grandfather's stroller to take them back to Hadley for dinner.

Tom Moran was a painter- did a lot of real western landscapes on trips with surveying parties. A vegetarian mostly, forced to eat bacon and beans because the government surveying parties didn't have that kind of menu. Had a bad stomach for art's sake.
This is what you find in letters.

Joseph Strong worrying about his eyesight, Bill Faulkner worrying about money, HEM worrying about the Germans he killed before the liberation of Paris - cool stuff.

This is one of Moran's

Halfway Through Hem

I'm halfway through "Under Kilimanjaro" (which I've mentioned earlier) Hem's last unpublished book - full version done by Kent State University Press- Much better than "True At First Light" which was the edited version that tried to be a Hemingway Novel. Mary finally has shot her lion, although not very well. I've gotten into the rhythm of it and tried to look back to find really stupid passages to quote here, but couldn't turn up any. Its Hem just writing for god's sake. Have no idea what he is going to do for another 200 pages, but will finish it. Some of it is just old man silliness. A lot of drinking. they have beer for breakfast, carry flasks and beer with them when they hunt. BUT they are very different from alcoholics.

Its said if you count the drinks taken in "Under The Volcano" the hero would have died of alcohol poisoning about half way through.

This is Mary with Hem above of course.She wrote a autobiography "How It Was" and accused Andy Rooney of plagiarism. (That's was Wikipedia said) Her book might be an interesting read- but probably after a long break. Got Matthienssen's  "African Silences(1991)" lined up in the batting box.

Know Oskar?

This is a little leap (from Winslow to Oskar). What do they have in common? For an Expressionist, he had a somewhat subdued color pallette as well. Had trouble with women. Had a fling with Alma Mahler- Winslow would've but he was long dead. He had also given up on intellectual creative types. The modeling is the stuff that intrigues me. They both sculpted with their paint and the sense of light in both of their painting can be real unusual and breathtaking.

And these were the only two painters that I lectured on.

Also turned up a book on Kokoschka from a thrift store on Saturday morning for the magical price of $7.00 while my daughter was at her meeting.

Oh, a word of advice. There was also sitting there in the thrift store about eight volumes of the Time-Life Library of Art - the ones on individual artists in the slip cases. The two that I've read, the one on Winslow and the one on Whistler were inaccurate and pretty low on the reality of the time period which the series claims to be presenting. Pretty pictures though. And nice photos.

Oskar had a long face and a big jaw. I thought maybe we were distantly related. Want a kick? Find a copy of "Murder, The Women's Hope" amd read it. (Oskar's play) I tried to imagine a stage production of it - women and men running back and forth across a stage killing each other - but all I could see was a bunch of 16 year old boys in phony armour (sic). It was actually produced. Old Oskar was actually a gifted prose writer.

Thrift stores are incredible places for art books if the managers don't care or don't know what they've got.

I got the Sistine Chapel for $3.00 once.

More Winslow

Homer was a pretty straight forward guy. The Gulf Stream from yesterday was probably more of a metaphor about him and his critics and his place in history than anything to do with race and human strife, and blaugh blaugh blaugh. You have to remember that the Impressionists were trying to take over the world. Homer's color palette was his own, though by all counts he was an impressionist. There is much said about he was a true American artist and he learned from himself rather than others. Its just not true. You can find the Millet influences and the Manet influences and Turner's watercolor palette on Homer's work at different stages.
I love this one, because the painting came out of a argument he had over a meal with John La Farge in which he stated he didn't need the impressionist colors, he could paint an entire painting with brown and blue. This reproduction is showing a little pink which I don't think is in the original. Maybe its just my monitor.

Picasso was painting like this at the very same time. 

Winslow Homer for $7.00 plus tax

Just found this for $7.00 in a thrift store on my way to dinner with my writer friends. Debated if I really needed it. It is 2 / 3.5 ' including a nice green matting and frame. My office is a Winslow Homer exhibit as it is. I have one 1880s "An Afterglow" from England and "Schooner At Key West" from 1903. The new one is the watercolor that later developed into this:

 

                                      
An oil that is probably over the top for Winslow. He hardly spoke to people and as far as I know didn't explain the story of this painting. It probably didn't have one. He was nicknamed the Obtuse Bard by his painter friends in the 1870s in NYC. His courtship of a lady named Helena DeKay (See Website link here) did not go anywhere because he did not talk. The Oil above was 1899, rather late, he died in 1910.
Anyway, I'm convinced the watercolor was based on something he saw. He sometimes staged his paintings, or had props in his studio that he would stick in as needed.

The sea was his id, if that explains anything. He was a serious drinker by this age and pretty much lived alone except for his contact with his family (brothers and their families) Most of the kids in the paintings are his nieces and nephews or the children of his patrons. He never married. I like "An Afterglow" because one of the women was his lover.
I bought it.
For me, I connect with the new watercolor. I've been feeling a little like a survivor as of late, wondering how I got here and how come I'm so lucky. Comes with edging past middle age I guess.

The albino moose I decided are twins. We know all about twins in my house.

Albino Moose

Picture passed on by a friend. We find each other no matter what. The caption said the odds of seeing two of them together is very very high and unlikely. Little do they realize. My theory is that there is really only 50 people in the world and we all know each other. Moose can't be so different.

Man Just Lying About It

An update about my evil behavior: I discovered I could just steal the email list of members off the GLAWS web site, so I did that and emailed all individually, leaving good old Tony off as well as everyone he cc'd on the messages to me. Oh, I left his wife off the mailing as well. So I received a bunch of email responses and have three people interested in sharing the table. I'm waiting for Tony to find out and come rap my knuckles.
The lady so interested, Kelly Sullivan Walden, I emailed back that I'm doing my own table because of the recruitment problems with the groups that are invested in this sort of thing and I that did not want recruiters at my table. She could sign up as an individual if she wanted. Or pass it on to members of her organization. I've not heard back. I think she was only interested in eating me alive.
I know where the Publishers Association of Los Angeles meets (they were ones that wanted to protect their members from me) so I thought I would just go over on the 16th and put flyers on all the windshields in the parking lot. Don't tell them I'm coming.

The Independent Writers of Southern California are still napping.
Thought I'd go by the Sierra Club Camera Committee this Monday night and let them know. I'll let you know their reaction. I've let my membership lapse with them. But, I've been camping with some of them, so maybe they'll let me.




 

Another Interested party- LA TIMES BOOK FESTIVAL 2010

Are they authors, WNBA-LA authors?  Would you be willing to have the  booth be a WNBA-LA booth? What is your book, by the way?  And the books of the other authors? I'm full of questions...and so glad to have this opportunity to  explore this with you! Kelly Sullivan Walden President, Women's National Book Association (Los Angeles Chapter) www.WNBA-books.org/la www.DreamProjectUN.org www.KellySullivanWalden.com (323) 893-3028 On Nov 1, 2009, at 11:22 PM, Dan Mc Nay wrote: > Kelly, > > I have three committed, so there's room. I've only started doing  > outreach. > > Thanks > > Dan >

Are they authors, WNBA-LA authors?  Would you be willing to have the booth be a WNBA-LA booth? What is your book, by the way?  And the books of the other authors? I'm full of questions...and so glad to have this opportunity to explore this with you! Kelly Sullivan Walden  President, Women's National Book Association (Los Angeles Chapter) www.WNBA-books.org/la www.DreamProjectUN.org www.KellySullivanWalden.com (323) 893-3028 On Nov 1, 2009, at 11:22 PM, Dan Mc Nay wrote: Kelly, I have three committed, so there's room. I've only started doing outreach. Thanks Dan

What service are folks using to create this kind of email?

I added the picture of Alice for effect. Maybe mirrors for the coop table I'm trying to create would work. We'd have double the people and books.

How Obscure

A friend gave me this book after I had dropped out of college. I barely remember it now. Mostly, the only image that remains is Jude looking at the distant towers of Oxford and realizing that he will probably never make it. Reading the recap on Wikipedia, I can understand why. I guess my friend knew me too well. I will never make to academia, though I work as staff in a major University (USC). It's just as well. They would have held me back. I have the freedom to be irreverent as I want. (My wife, who appreciates me, has told me that's what I am)

Lets's quiz: How obscure have you gone?

Charles Brockden Brown? (The first American Novelist, for those who don't know)
Queste del Saint Graol (English Translation, of course) 11th century French King Arthur allegory
The Story Of The Stone- Cao Xueqin, Vol 1 (Dream of The Red Chamber) Chinese 1700s, only managed to almost finish the first volume- about where I am with Proust
Headwaters of The Mississippi by Captain William Glazier 1901
The Autobiography of August Saint-Gaudens 2 vol.
The Mistress of the Manse by Dr. Holland

I once was in a class with John Rechy and mentioned that my ex-wife had bought me a great copy of Flaubert's Temptation of St. Anthony and he disappeared into his bedroom (he only taught in his apartment) because I was sure he wanted to look it up.

How many have read all the Mars and Venus books of Edgar Rice Burroughs?