Bookshed and Giveaway: Round Mountain

Kevin and Zipper are the trouble cavalry.

And therefore, to be sure, an anachronism. Kevin and Zipper belong in a museum, or, if there were such a place, in a zoo for dangerous ideas. By all means let them be seen, visited. Let them be admired. For is theirs not the same material, the same force that produces the beloved heroes of romance: Roland, Lancelot, Coeur de Leon, the vainglorious Custer himself? In a world founded on trouble, trouble’s thoughtless cavaliers have a necessary place, an honorable place, a place of legends. In a world founded otherwise the ncessity is gone, the honor is gone. Only the legends remain, and they are reduced to constables’ reports, to the repetitious, digressive stories of the small towns and villages.

Thus, Kevin and zipper’s breaking into Condosta’s

From the story “Bandit Poker” by Castle Freeman Jr.

 This is one beautifully-written book of short stories. And I don’t say that lightly – short stories are my favourite genre of writing and thus I have read my fair share. I have also stopped reading partway through many collections because I am fussy about what I want in a short story – and I can’t be bothered to read those which don’t meet my criteria.

It might be fragmentary, slightly prose-poemish, or otherwise esoteric in form. It might be stuffy, or humorous, or strange in shape and content. These aspects are what make short stories magical – little forays and experiments in setting, style and character. But at the end of the piece, no matter what, I want a whole story to be told. Not a piece of a novel, not a hint of more stories to come – but a complete entity unto itself to be enjoyed without reference to any other work.

In Round Mountain, Castle Freeman Jr. gives us just that. Though it’s a linked collection – each piece featuring the same characters and setting – the twelve stories in here could stand on their own, complete and compelling tales. And as a collection? A study of character and place that sneaks up on you, partway through. A portrait of life in a small town as a teenager, a cop, an aging codger, a good neighbour, a sensible individual, a frustrated husband….. each of these embodied in Homer (our main figure) as he provides the anchor for the stories woven around him.

Best part about this book? It was free, and not only that – I will be giving this copy away when I am done. I got this in the mail Monday from Concorde Free Press as part of a program to encourage charitable giving. You can read about it here. Basically, you get a book for free, make a charitable donation in exchange and post what donation you made on the Concorde website. Once you are finished reading, you sign the back of the book and pass it along.

Interested? Let me know if you would like this book when I am done (and can commit to reading, donation and passing it along)  and I will pass it along to you! I think this is such an amazing project, I really would like to keep the pay-it-forward going via this blog – so please let me know in the comments if this appeals to you and I will send it your way.

Spring digging.

I had a bit of an epiphany last week when we pulled up the area rug in our living room due to our dog being copiously ill everywhere (she’s all better now)….. My realization being that our living room looks better without the area rug after all. Three years ago when we moved into our house, we felt that some sort of area definition was needed in our living/dining room, and thus the rug was bought – but taking it out now I notice how much larger the room feels without it. And in a living area as tiny as ours, any bit of space – be it real or imaginary – is more than welcome.

In the meantime, a bunch of books I ordered on home organization and de-cluttering came into my library branch and I took them with me to Victoria on the weekend. Simple books to read, I devoured three of them in two days (my favourite being The Joy of Less written by Francine Jay aka Miss Minimalist), and by the time I got home I was ready to tackle what has been driving me crazy lately: too much stuff crammed into too little space.

Though I doubt my ability to become any sort of a minimalist, at the moment I have to confess to a great glee in tearing apart our sewing/tv/office room and pulling out bags of stuff. As of yesterday, Brian and I are on our way to digitizing two shelves of DVDs, we have pulled dozens of books off the shelves (political books and posters to be donated to the Purple Thistle which warms my heart greatly), and in my proudest accomplishment of all I managed to halve my fabric stash.

A hearty pile of clothing from the closets (mine and Mica’s) awaits garage saling and donation, a box of books in the basement is poised for trade-in credit, and I’ve decided that to create more space for my sewing, I need to *get rid of* one of my sewing tables. Crazy right? But I realize that more horizontal space just means more junk piles up and then I have less space for sewing not more.

This weekend we’ve got a dump run scheduled and once the office/sewing area is put back together we will embark on the basement (overflowing, completely unusable), and then the upstairs bedroom, then the kitchen. End goal? Garage sale on the May 19th weekend, maybe a few bucks picked up via Craigslist – and a much tidier house for living in. One in which the cupboards and storage spaces aren’t overflowing. One in which workspaces are clear for the work they are intended. And so on.

So rather than spring cleaning, we are spring digging out – and I’m feeling relieved and energized by the process so far (all 24 hours of it).

 

In the Bookshed: The Storytelling Animal

At my writing group a couple of months ago, my friend Nadine launched into a list of all the things going on in her life that keep her from writing: full-time work, single-parenting, a new-ish relationship, a long commute, and the fact that all these things leave her exhausted and without a moment to spare. And besides,  writing fiction can seem so frivolous when there is all that real life stuff which needs doing!

Discussion ensued, during which I made an impassioned defense of taking time for the writing craft – stories are a profound shaper of the world we live in, and at their best are the engine which moves us forward to a new perspective, attitude, or even social organization. In fact, I argued, almost everything our current civilization is based on is a story, told repeatedly, until it is “truth”. (Example: Tell me how it is that banks can lend more money than they have in reserve. The fact that there is no rational answer for that gives us a pretty strong clue that the economy as we know it is basically a fiction, tied to nothing except believe in the story we have concocted for it). Ergo, time for writing is not frivilous – it is some of the most important work we can do.

Turns out, according to a new book by Jonathan Gottschall, I might actually have been right about all of that – or at least some of it (he has nothing to say about the economy being a fiction). Just released this month, The Storytelling Animal: How stories make us human, is some inspiration reading for any writer (or fiction-creator in any media) who is asking the question why. Because as Gottschall will tell you, storytelling is one of our most fundamental and profound acts, and strikingly, it’s what makes us uniquely human.

Now, Gottschall isn’t making a deep or especially scientific case for any of this. He is an English professor, and it shows in his lack of hard science referencing, and in his abundant use of literary references. But what he does give us are examples from a variety of sources and studies that show the prevalence and power of fiction in the human experience. Conspiracy theories, religious stories, myths, the fantasy play of children, dreams, film and the modern-day novel are all examined as shapers of social mores and conscience, as a way of working out deep-seated anxiety, and as a way of ensuring social cohesion.

Along the way, Gottschall throws in some interesting factoids about the increased empathy of fiction-readers, the actual correlation between creativity and mental illness (actually much higher than you might want to believe), and the prevalance of conspiracy-theory believers in society. All fascinating – but what I appreciated most about the book is Gottschall’s use of story in what is otherwise a non-fiction work. Besides just giving description about his own inspirations and family observations, he plays a couple of tricks with brief fiction exerpts which are meant to reveal the power and depth of stories to you (and me), the reader.

Gottschall winds up making the case that across culture, time and technology, the fundamentals of fiction stay the same – that as much as we evolve socially, we are still bound within the same anxieties and fears which are the primary driver of story – and to that end, we are in no danger of losing storytelling from our society. To the contrary, the increasing access to on-demand fiction may propose the opposite – that we risk becoming a society increasingly lost in the fictions we create.

An engaging read, Gottschall joins scientific research and the humanities together in an easy style – so thumbs up. And if anyone wants to borrow my copy, you are certainly welcome to.

So many things add up…..

Yikes! Where have I been for seven days? Mostly decompressing from my school semester, I think. Not very interested in writing about anything much. But even so, I found myself waking at 6:30 in the morning on Sunday in the guestroom of a friend in Chilliwack (after a night of wine drinking, way too early), with a whole passel of new ideas for academic and non-fiction essays that I’m hoping to meld together for 1) A conference entitled “The Crisis of the Book” in Portland this October, and 2) My final grad school project which I have always conceived to be an essay collection, and now I think I’m settling on a topic.

So that’s exciting. More specifics on those projects shortly – as soon as I decide whether I want to saddle myself with that much writing, and nail down my thoughts a bit more firmly. Slippery thoughts!

At the moment I’m on a bit of a spring cleaning kick and have managed to clean out most of the kitchen cupboards and drawers, and am gleaning from the book shelves to get rid of the chaff (and so I have room for the books I actually want to keep). I’ve also been sewing, and hanging out with friends (in East Van and Chilliwack), and reading a lot. Oh! Plus, planning the Flying Folk Army Reunion show for May 5th (at the Prophouse on Venables Street, starting at 7).

So there’s a lot going on really, and I’m going to Victoria this weekend for a family visit too. I’m excited about defining a couple of formal writing projects in the near future, and also about playing music with my band again. It’s pretty good in this life right now, and I will be writing more here shortly.

Red pinstripes and spring!

A new bag for spring finished last night!When I saw this fabric at DressSew two weeks ago, I knew I had to make something from it – it’s the right weight for anything that you might use denim in….. but I wasn’t sure about making a whole skirt out of it.You can’t tell from the photo, but the flowers are machine embroidered, not printed.

Bag details: Cotton/Poly blend med-weight, interfaced for structure, snap closure on front, self-designed: 1 metre each of exterior fabric and lining fabric totaling $15.

I think my girly-button is a bit small for the size of the bag so I may try to replace it with something else – but otherwise I’ve got a new bag for picnics and beaches. And a shout-out to Vancouver sewists: DressSew has tons of cute fabric in at the moment.