To love better.

November 7th, 2011

Flowers from E.

I’m 31 today. Every birthday, I write wishes for the coming year on a slip of paper and then stuff it inside a tiny metal owl on my desk. One of my wishes this year is to love better.

I mean love everything better. Not pick it apart as a corporate conspiracy or a self-replicating cultural mistake. Not rush to find the right word for it. As I research the next novel, I am more aware than ever that knowledge requires words, categories, differences, hierarchies. The problem, however, is that when used without perspective or care in politics, a little bit of knowledge does nothing but underscore the differences between people.

The very best emotion you can bring to the act of acquiring knowledge is curiosity. Any other emotion creates a bias. Art doesn’t like bias, either–though there is a fundamental difference between art and knowledge. You can’t jump straight from knowledge of a subject to an artistic rendering of it. Art happens when you shut your eyes and smear away the words, and quietly observe what impressions remain. Good art requires knowledge, but the quietness and listening… Those are acts of love. An attitude of love is a gateway to art.

For my birthday this year, my parents gave me a piece of art that I admired at San Antonio’s Uptown Art Stroll; I loved that it rendered the image of St. George–beloved from the holy icons of my childhood in the Orthodox Church–in a collage using found art and warm, earthy acrylics. The saintly meets the earthly here, and somehow, it speaks to this same mysterious gateway between  mind and  spirit.

Art from Mom: St. George by Jorge Garza

This year, I wish for lots of quietness and listening, those two loving midwives of the creative soul. I wish it for everybody. I also wish:

  • To look at art more often.
  • To resume Spanish.
  • To see my family as often, or more so.
  • To make the trips I have in mind.
  • To master the art of attitude adjustments. (See above.)

 

What else? I always wish for writing to go well. Loving better is a means to two ends: a happy day-to-day home life, and a happy year-to-year growth of my writing skills. Last week I spoke to a literary agent about what I can do better, and she advised that I keep asking myself, “Why speculative fiction?” My training is in realism, but my heart lies in the imaginative power of storytelling. This year, I want to get better at finding the gateway between knowledge and art.

In the same vein, here are a few lines from Jane Hirshfield’s new collection of poetry.

FRENCH HORN

For a few days only,

the plum tree outside the window

shoulders perfection.

No matter the plums will be small,

eaten only by squirrels and jays.

I feast on the one thing, they on another,

the shoaling bees on a third.

What in this unpleated world isn’t someone’s seduction?

A Reader’s Paradise: Review of Diana Abu-Jaber’s “Birds of Paradise”

November 2nd, 2011

Birds of Paradise: A NovelBirds of Paradise: A Novel by Diana Abu-Jaber

This is one of the most absorbing novels I’ve read all year; as in, it made a flight pass quickly, and then later, at home, drew me back to my big comfy office chair for another chapter when I really should have been working.

The story is straightforward. In the days leading up to Hurricane Katrina’s landfall in Miami, Avis, an artisan baker, is forced to confront her role in her daughter’s disappearance almost four years ago. The novel’s POVs rotate between Avis, her attorney husband, and her daughter, who’s living on the Miami streets.

With such strong echoes of Carol Shields’s Unless (both hinge on a daughter who runs away from a good home in response to a secret tragedy), I worried that no book could upstage Shields’s masterpiece. But it manages to settle into its own space, marrying plot and transcendent writing that expands rather than competes with the theme of fraught relationships between successful mothers and daughters maturing into womanhood.

What I find so fascinating–and so authentic–about Diana Abu-Jaber’s writing is her ability to bury the story tension almost out of sight beneath her trademark lyrical prose. The result is tension that runs beneath everything, illuminating even the solitary kitchen scenes like a grid of electric wires. I’ve read all of her novels, and each one takes her writing down further from its airy, almost magical realist beginnings (think the climactic scene of Arabian Jazz) to the earthy, almost static pace of real life. Yet each somehow serves to tell an even more compelling story, made more powerful by the confident but subtle connections between characters and their big-picture social responsibilities–everything from labor conditions in the Haitian sugarcane industry to urban gentrification and real estate speculation. It reminds me of what worked so well in Jennifer Egan’s Look at Me, another of my favorite reads this year.

As a reader, I can’t wait for the next novel. As a writer, all I can say is–her students are a lucky bunch.

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New blog design launched!

November 2nd, 2011

Every good home needs an occasional freshening up. As I twine a garland of autumn leaves around the pillars of front porch and set out pumpkins in anticipation of Thanksgiving, I invite the changing season to bless our house with its lively hand–and likewise, I am just as excited about the spruced-up design of this blog by my literary cohort and web guru, Julia Stoops of Blue Mouse Monkey.

Thank you, Julia!

Who’s Controlling YOUR Internet?: A Review of the Book You Don’t Know You Need to Read

October 28th, 2011

Who Controls the Internet?: Illusions of a Borderless WorldWho Controls the Internet?: Illusions of a Borderless World by Jack L. Goldsmith

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

Written accessibly by a Harvard law professor and one from Columbia, this is the kind of “new history” that should probably, soon, become an essential part of our standard education about the world. It explains how the Internet came to be, why it failed as a truly borderless space, and how and why meatspace issues such as censorship, commerce, politics, and even warfare have begun to duplicate themselves in cyberspace.

Although published in 2006, this book is worth talking about now for two reasons. First, it’s interesting. I have been studying power and coercion for a while, and these ought to be issues relegated to the physical world, a.k.a., meatspace. The body is the ultimate place of enforcement. Without the threat of pain or imprisonment, there is no ultimate consequence to lend force to a demand. The Internet’s early popularity in the late 80s and early 90s was due in part to the recognition that cyberspace was different: there was no such thing as a painful consequence. When people organized themselves there, they did it anarchically, and the system worked because no one could aggregate disproportionate force.

Which brings me to the second reason why the book is important. The Internet’s history ought to be taught in classrooms: It has founders, inventors, competing systems of governance, and international drama. For instance, the Internet’s early anarchic structure failed when the U.S. government reasserted its rights to the root servers (citing that the Internet’s invention in the 60s was funded by a DARPA contract). The reason was money. Capitalism. Now is an opportune time to mention that I believe that history, as a course of study, exists to give us perspective on why we do what we do, and why our environment looks the way it does; as opposed to just acting on guesswork, assumption, and blind tradition. And given this premise, I will also voice a supposition that if this particular history is excluded from public school curricula, the cause is not mere oversight. As long as the Internet is a cornerstone of U.S. commerce, its historical, anarchic roots are a threat to the cultural assumption that unregulated capitalism is the only route to freedom.

As Dave Clark, one of the Internet’s founding minds, says: “We reject: kings, presidents, and voting. We believe in: rough consensus and running code.” And for over thirty years, this was the Internet’s credo. Without ideal anarchy, the Internet would not exist as it does today.

If you’re reading this review, I’m guessing you spend a fair chunk of time on the Internet. As long as the Internet is a tool that consumes a great deal of our lives, influences our understanding of the world, and can fail or be forcibly removed from our lives, it is worth understanding–therein lies the ability to judge fair and worthy use from trivial, stupid, or malicious use.

Note: I may change my rating to five stars after finishing the book, but I have not yet finished digesting the authors’ premise that the nation-state is in fact essential to the Internet’s stability. From a pragmatic standpoint (which is perhaps the only relevant one), they are likely correct. But my bias is toward idealism, and I would yet like to find some possibility for a stable, long-term form of Dave Clark’s manifesto on cyberspace.

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In defense of the Jesus-flipping-Christ English language, people.

October 25th, 2011

In response to this unsuspecting blog entry, some vulgar grammarians have it out in the comments section. I’m sharing because it made me laugh, the same voyeuristic way it makes me laugh when two cars block a four-way intersection, horns blaring, demanding the right-of-way.

 

The verdict: While several contestants lose points for comma splices and incorrect punctuation, the match goes to Woyzeck for proper use of tmesis.

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