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SEE + HEAR + DO (5/31-6/6)

BAXTER BLACK (5/31@7:00PM, Seattle)
The Elliot Bay Book Company, 1521 Tenth Ave, Seattle, WA

Cowboy poet, philosopher, veterinarian, NPR regular, and comedian, Baxter Black will be reading and performing from his newest book, Lessons From a Desperado Poet.  Though his work is maybe a stretch from the usual BC aesthetic (of such an aesthetic exists), in my opinion, Black is a real Western prize, a real voice of the rural West. For a preview, check out the video on his website. Free.

ALOUD: MELISSA FAY GREENE IN CONVERSATION WITH SETH GREENLAND (5/31@ 7:00PM, LA)
Los Angeles Central Library’s Mark Taper Auditorium, 630 W. Fifth Street, Los Angeles, CA 90071

Through their ALOUD series, the Library Foundation of Los Angeles presents Melissa Fay Greene discussing her memoir, No Biking in the House Without a Helmet. She will be in conversation with Black Clock friend and frequent contributor Seth Greenland. An excerpt of Seth’s upcoming novel, The Angry Buddhist, is set to appear in BC 14. Free.

PETE’S READING SERIES: BRUCE BAUMAN (6/1@7:00PM, Brooklyn)
Pete’s Candy Store, 709 Lorimer Street, Brooklyn, NY

Bruce Bauman, Black Clock Senior Editor, will be reading and signing with novelist Darin Strauss, author of Half a Life. Free.

AIMEE BENDER, SAMANTHA COHEN & ALLISON CARTER (6/5@7:00PM, LA)
Workspace, 2601 Pasadena Ave, Unit C, Los Angeles, CA 90031

Black Clock contributors Aimee Bender, Samantha Cohen, and Black Clock friend and Calarts Alum Allison Carter will be reading at Workspace. Samantha will also be featured in BC 14. Free.


Jonathan Lethem Experiences “They Live”

They LiveI didn’t watch John Carpenter’s They Live. I’m not a buff by any standard. Intentionally, even as I anticipated the book’s arrival, I declined the free opportunity to see  this film. But I have read Jonathan Lethem’s They Live. My interest stemmed from my Lethem fandom and a single description printed in size 18 serif font atop the front cover of this book: it reads, “A Novel Approach to Cinema.” My curiosity was snagged wondering at the narrative innovations Lethem could offer in a book of criticism. Other descriptions are similar, if not quite as stimulating. About their new Deep Focus series, of which this work is the first of two so far, Soft Skull Press promises it will present, “…long form criticism that’s relentlessly provocative and entertaining.” And in “Note to Approach I,” set as a preface, Lethem himself describes the piece matter-of-factly, writing “This is the first monograph on They Live.”

Above all, this book represents Lethem’s repeated viewings of They Live articulated through stream-of-consciousness probes on anything from the implied homosexuality of the characters, Los Angeles as its-unnamed-self, RayBan Wayfarers (or, as Lethem points out as the likely case in this movie, their drugstore rip-offs), to diving into racial, Marxist, and generic motifs. The quick introduction, a poetic and prophetic day-after reaction—entitled “What You’ll Recall of the Dream in the Morning”—renders the experience of this book as it does the movie more aptly than any review ever could.

A street preacher’s warning and a pirate television broadcast.
The demolition by riot policemen, helicopters, and bulldozers of an open-air homeless-persons’ compound in a vast vacant lot.
A brazen assault on a ghetto church.
A hero, a wrestler garbed as a construction worker.
A pair of sunglasses that reveals yuppies as alien ghouls.
A chilly, enigmatic beauty, her intentions toward our hero unknown.
The black guy and the white guy. They begin in distrust, but soon learn they’ve got enemies in common. From that point they’ll cover each other’s backs.
Machine-gun fire in a television studio.
A surprise with tits.

But, above all, two sequences…

That is to say, this is Lethem’s experience and this will be your experience too.

Lethem’s writing is, as usual, amazingly pleasurable. Free-associative though rarely tangential, it constantly compels forward movement by refreshing readers on what feels most like every peculiarity of the movie. “RayBan Waferers … had been established as a specifically eighties movie icon…” Or: “At the height of the colorization crisis, a rumor spread that Ted Turner intended to colorize the Kansas sequences in The Wizard of Oz…” Yet all these observations are tightly situated  in the narrative of They Live itself.  That is, the book literally follows the movie’s established discourse. Once the premises are settled, we start at “0:00” and move toward the movie’s conclusion at “1:30:21,” and to help check the two mediums when need be, run time is often cued—“(2:18)” or “(1:02:05).” Also, though this is a work of criticism, Lethem often presents the movie’s shots and sequences as fictional scenes. “Garbed in default blue-collar duds and wearing a back-pack, Nada picks his way out of the distance, across the tracks, toward us … our hero strolls into the story’s frame through the civilization’s back doors, unnoticed, an entrance simultaneously suggesting modesty of means, self-reliant competency, wraithlike anonymity, and (at least to begin) neutrality…” The overall effect is that of a novel stealing the film’s diegetic. That is to say, a novel whose narrator is embedded within the movie itself. (Not many other books give background music).

This was my reason for picking up the book: I’d imagined a work truly adapted from film, appropriating not only the plot but any trope of action and science-fiction movies or even film code.  I’d imagined a perspective not unlike that in Robbe-Grillet’s Jealousy, an ultimately distant view that treats the characters with seemingly complete objectivity, but made “fun” by the popcorn content. Why not, at a minimum, leave open the narrative hooks or even help produce rather than squelch them even before they come up? Here’s an example: in the section titled “Villainous Vehicles (22:40),” Lethem writes of helicopters, “Nada will later be killed by a sniper shot from one.” Is this your friend ruining the end of the story or is this Lethem purposely deflating the narrative so as to direct your full attention to his own “reading” of the film? Ultimately, as B-movies go, They Live is, in the best Roger Corman tradition, a film of ideas. Had I watched it, I would have understood this in my anticipation. Thus arises the need to expand, explain, and explicate. Another note that Lethem provides on helicopters is this: “So, in They Live’s ironclad us-versus-them scheme, the director’s affiliation with his persecuting machines points to a subliminal ambivalence, or even complicity.” Ultimately, this book becomes one of ideas that exist on so many slippery levels that… it, in many ways, re-enacts its own version of these events and becomes the movie as hoped for, as previewed or advertised, as promised.

For this reader the total effect is that of an awed (odd) epic of an 1980s America that could only be retold precisely this way. It drew me in entirely—I set the book down only once to wrap myself in more blankets as my heater recently died—so by the end, I was completely rewarded, just as any reader is upon discovering an new manner in which fiction momentarily demystifies our world.  “Put on the @*#!ing glasses.”

by Justus Caudell
an Editorial Assistant for Black Clock and an MFA Writing candidate at CalArts

SEE + HEAR + DO (3/09-3/15)

ANN BEATTIE & MARGARET WAPPLER (3/09@7PM, LA)
Hammer Museum, 10899 Wilshire Blvd, Los Angeles, CA 90024
Margaret Wappler, CalArts alum, and Ann Beattie–new book Ann Beattie: The New Yorker Stories–will be featured in the Hammer’s New American Writing series this week. Parking $3 after 6PM. Free.

NOW PLAYING (3/09@8:30PM, NYC)
Astor Center, 399 Lafayette Street, New York, NY
Actor Jesse Eisenberg and actress Lili Taylor will be reading at Now Showing, a series by the Alliance for Young Artists & Writers‘s fundraiser for creative scholarships. The night of lit, music, and art also includes a silent auction and the sounds of Rasputina, Max Vernon, and DJ Gilles Wasserman. $30-125.

SHERMAN ALEXIE (3/11@7PM, SEATTLE)
Barnes & Noble, 2675 NE University Village St, Seattle, WA 98105
Sherman Alexie, Native American poet, screenwriter, and author, will be reading in an event with hopes that benefit Thurgood Marshall School. Free.

SUSAN MEISELAS & WILLIAM T. VOLLMANN (3/15@7PM, LA)
Hammer Museum, Billy Wilder Theater, 10899 Wilshire Blvd, Los Angeles, CA 90024
Susan Meiselas, a documentary photographer best known for her coverage of the insurrection in Nicaragua and her documentation of human rights issues in Latin America and William T. Vollmann, winner of the 2005 National Book Award for Fiction will be in discussion. Free.

SEE + HEAR + DO (3/02-3/08)

MARK DANIELEWSKI (3/02@7:30PM, LA)
Bootleg Theatre, 2220 Beverly Boulevard, Los Angeles, CA 90057
Acclaimed author Mark Z. Danielewski and breakthrough U.K. rock band Biffy Clyro will co-headline Liner Notes, a one-of-a-kind event that explores the cross-pollination of music and literature while raising money for Homeboy Industries, a Los Angeles-based non-profit that helps at-risk and former gang-involved youth. Presented by SPIN, Skylight Books, and Bootleg Theater, the event will feature performances by Biffy Clyro, readings by Danielewski, and an audience Q&A session to examine how Danielewski’s 2006 novel Only Revolutions inspired the band’s 2009 album of the same name. If you haven’t experienced  Danielewski work in performance, here’s a great opportunity. Dig him or not, he is always unique and inspiring. Admission $25.00.

2011 CHAPBOOK FESTIVAL (3/02-3/05, NYC)
various locations throughout NYC
The Third Annual Chapbook Festival will take place at locations throughout New York City. The Festival celebrates the chapbook as a work of art and as a medium for alternative and emerging writers and publishers. Included will be panels, a book fair, readings, and workshops. A full schedule is available here. Free.

HEIDI W. DURROW (3/02@6PM, LA)
Santa Monica Public Library, 601 Santa Monica Boulevard, Santa Monica, CA
Durrow will be reading from her debut novel The Girl Who Fell From The Sky, winner of the 2010 Bellwether Prize for fiction and national best seller. Free.

KEVIN YOUNG (3/04@7:30PM, NYC)
Greenlight Books, 686 Fulton St., Brooklyn, NY
The poet will read from his latest book, Ardency: A Chronicle of The Amistad Rebels, which is based on the 1840 slave-ship mutiny. Listen to a short interview with Young, including readings of a couple poems, on Public Radio’s Studio 360 here and check out his recent essay on The Anthology of Rap on Book Forum here. Free.

SLAKE PRESENTS LUNDI GRAS AT THE BOOTLEG (3/07@7PM, LA)
Bootleg Theater, 2220 Beverly Blvd., Los Angeles, CA 90057
Slake celebrates New Orleans on Fat Monday with short films by the late New Orleans filmmaker Helen Hill and Robert Sobul, erformances by the New Orleans Traditional Jazz & Funeral Band, Venice torch-and-twang duo honeyhoney, and musician Paul Gailiunas, readings by Slake writers, including former New Orleans resident Hank Cherry, art by Matjames — Hank’s running mate in the Ninth Ward — photographers Anne Fishbein and Michelle Pullman, and painter Ingrid Allen, food from the Crazy Creole Cafe truck on the back patio, and beer and wine at the bar. $10 donation.

The Westwood Borders

Recently, my adapted grandparents both died. I say “adapted” because, through no fault of their own, my biological grandparents were not overtly present in my childhood, so my brother and I adapted our neighbors as grandparents. By recently, I mean days ago. Both of them within a week of one another; Daddy Bob from old age, sepsis, and diabetic complications, and Grandma Barb from heartbreak, worry, fear, old age, or something else I do not yet understand. As I write this first draft, I’m missing Bob’s funeral, but Grandma Barb has not yet been planted–she died this morning before she saw him off. As I am stuck in zip code 90028 with 33,086 others, I likely will not make the second service either. But I have learned something talking to my mother as she hustles around organizing: Every community is good at something. My hometown is good at funerals, and I do not mean this in a morbid way. We stand unopposed in celebrating a life. In a town of 439, it’s not uncommon to get 500 plus. I do not mean to go too far, but when I mentioned this to my mother the last time we were on the phone this evening, she said, “Yeah. People are just dying to have their funerals here.”

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You don’t have to live in Los Angeles to know what this city is known to be good at; really, it’d be a waste to of time to list the obvious.  If you were to say L.A. is good at literature, you might easily be dismissed. But since I moved here six months ago, I have been exploring the spread community of its literati guided on suggestions from peers and profs at CalArts, from store and library pin-ups and emails, and from announcements tucked here and there in L.A.’s worthwhile Weekly, and I have found several venues worthy of note.

Of the bookstores I have found so far, Skylight is my favorite as it tastes the best in many ways; I wrote a post on it that can also found in this blog. I have also been to readings all over town. My favorite to date, perhaps because I was starstruck, was an ALOUD event hosted at Los Angeles’ Central Library. In conversation that evening were Leslie Marmon-Silko—from which I was starstruck—and Judith Freeman. But I have also been to small readings, held in galleries and homes that have been almost equally as entertaining. (Just a tip, almost all of these smaller readings come with free beer, but be careful, as to get to a literary event like any other event in Los Angeles, you almost always have to drive).

LA Weekly‘s “Border’s Denouement” article tipped me off to my most recent literary outing. The first line read, “Ding Dong, the Borders Books and Music superstore in Westwood is dead.” Its closing sale had been going on nearly a week by the time I read the article, but I was ecstatic. I called to ask, “Will you still be open tomorrow?”

“Yeah, at ten,” said the worker who answered—he sounded asleep and I wondered how many people had asked before me—”But if you’re wanting the sales, all the popular stuff is already gone.”

I had never been to that particular Borders, but to some extent, if you have been to one, you have been to them all, right? This was—as the Weekly exaggerated—a superstore.  At one point, there were two stories stuffed with loot, but the day I went, there were merely remnants. The merchandise was reduced to a desperate arrangement of floor shelving with cheap detective fiction and romance paperbacks selling for “99 Cents!!!” and even the shelves, chairs, benches, and tables were already picked off according to sticky-notes that read “Reserved for…”

As for the fiction section, the shelves were surprisingly full. Missing were all García Márquez, Hannah, Faulkner, Kesey, and Proulx titles I have on my reading list, but books had been carted from the back that (probably) should have been tossed away long ago for their lack of popularity. Quickly, I realized the real value of this event was to get me to find different titles by lesser known and forgotten writers, those writers and books everyone else passed time and again.  I tried hard not to pick any based on a cool cover, so I judged them on their first few pages, looking for perspective, narrative, and aesthetic choices that interest me.

The books I found have been really great and, for the most part, truly different from others in my small library. Some are by small presses, some are old, and some are esoterically foreign. I remind myself as I write, each was bought at Borders, and begin to wonder if housing such unpopular titles is why this particular Borders died.

Of the few purchases I have read so far, all have gone beyond expectation. The best is Ellen Foster, a 120 page novella (please do not be offended if Kaye Gibbons is your favorite writer and you feel she is well-known).  But my bias might be unfairly toward it as I am still riding a two-month high from Barry Hannah’s Ray. Really, as I write the second draft of this—I am in LAX, waiting impatiently for my flight home—I am amazed at the quality of almost every book I found. I recognize how silly this is; of course they were good, they were for sale, right? When I remind myself each was from Borders, I am almost disappointed that first, the books did not come from Skylight or Booksoup, and second, that the Borders is no longer.

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As I sit in my apartment in Hollywood a few days after Grandma Barb’s funeral to work my third draft, I am still a bit tired, meaning I’ve been slow to get back to this. I realize there is a need to wrap this together though I am not inclined to do so, just as I don’t want to hear from anyone from home because I’ve talked to all of them too much lately. So I’m not going to. Instead, I will end on a thought that the Father (it was a secular affair, as was Bob’s, but the man in town who always heads the funerals is the Catholic priest) provided at the beginning of Grandma Barb’s service. He said, “A funeral is a sometimes confusing affair. There will be pain. Sadness. Regret. And longing. But with that, there will be happiness. Pride. And good memories. She would want that like she wanted it for Bob’s service. She was a gal who would be annoyed some of us even wore black today. Please forgive me, Barb…”

About the now defunct Westwood Borders? I would have gone back. Too late now.

by Justus Caudell
an Editorial Assistant for Black Clock and an MFA Writing candidate at CalArts

Skylight Books: Los Angeles’ Neighborhood Lit Shop

Before Black Clock 12 ‘s release reading in September, editors Bruce Bauman and Steve Erickson looked at each other—this was one the first meetings with the new interns—and agreed Skylight Books was one of the few, good independent book stores around. Really, they couldn’t think of others that have survived Amazon, Barnes and Noble, and the well-told condition of the publishing world nearly as well. In the recent “Best Of” issue, LA Weekly pitched Skylight as the “Indie-est Indie Bookstore,” topping Book Soup based mostly on its high-falutin’—“the Botoxed celebs, and the hellish parking situation, and the almost certain fact that you will have a ticket for not rotating your wheels toward the curb upon your return”—location. This is not to criticize—being new to L.A., I sometimes find myself enamored by the Botoxed celebs—as Book Soup does many similar things for contemporary reading as Skylight, and my one dig against Skylight, like Book Soup, is the parking situation. Maybe this is an L.A. dig. Steve and Bruce both pointed this out too: Be sure to go early if headed to one of the store’s many events. That said, above all, be sure to check out the events. The bookstore manages to bring tons of great authors to read and discuss their works. Even a cursory glance at the store’s calendar will show Skylight is constantly hosting a diverse group of artists. In the last two months, they’ve had James Ellroy, Tao Lin, Rick Moody, and even Judd Apatow to name a few. Yet, Skylight manages, as they claim, to be “what a neighborhood book store should be.”

“The neighborhood is trendy,” this is what a Hollywood local told me, “Yeah, kind of artsy, I guess.” The nearest Borders is two miles away. The nearest Starbucks, respectively, is at the end of the block, far from Skylight and businesses like Pyschobabble Café, Squaresville, Fred 62 (after the reading, a fellow CalArts MFA student said, “Man, you’ve got to eat there. It’s like a big thing,” so we went) and PopKiller. Yet, Skylight is far from trendy. They’re real and concerned. Just read the online reviews or go in and ask if it’s the culture of the neighborhood that’s made them so unique. They’ll say, “Well, I hope it’s actually that we’ve got a level of expertise.” This was my experience. Skylight is simultaneously from the Los Feliz neighborhood and beyond it, encompassing all of Los Angeles—they brought in Judd Apatow, remember—to become the city’s best vehicle to a national and international literary world. This is the feeling I get as I go. This comes just before the optimistic (is this a fallacy?) realization people do read books that aren’t written by Sarah Palin, Snookie, or Mario Lopez and even that there’s a productive literary culture still creating art. It’s intimidating, reassuring, and exciting for a young writer. I think: This is why I have come to Los Angeles to study. There’s opportunity—and maybe this is a fallacy too, but like the last it’s something I have to live on—if you want to work to find it. But this is about Skylight.

Like most real bookstores—this is told to me because my undergraduate college experience was spent in orders from Hastings and Amazon—employees have personalized favorite lists that are easy to delve into. This isn’t unlike the science behind Pandora or, sadly I admit, Amazon—“You might also like…”—just more intimate. I think even Borders is doing something like this now. Of course, independent bookstores did it first, but even in the rural, off-grid manner that my parents raised me in almost no independent bookstores existed. If I didn’t order a book through the Northwest Public Library or if neither my mom nor dad had it, I didn’t read it. So in ways, experiencing Skylight is new and nostalgic. They’ve got a collection of zines—available online because this is how a small bookstore survives—and chapbooks. They’ve a full collection of L.A. literature. They’ve a collection of real poets: Recently, Eileen Myles was in and now signed copies of her new novel, Inferno (A Poet’s Novel), are available on the shelves. They even have a special section for L.A. poets. Through talking with one of the workers, I got turned onto a great book by Pat Lawrence, Bedford, I’m confident I would never found otherwise. Not only do people here read; L.A. reads a lot. Skylight—I get this as I ask, “Excuse me, is this seat taken?”—is a knowledgeable community center celebrating literature.

For the Black Clock 12 reading there was standing room only. Bruce thanked everyone for coming(I think he said “Wow.”) and tossed up that Steve was probably somewhere enjoying a black russian before telling how the manager who’d just introduced him was a CalArts alum. This isn’t a shout out to CalArts. I just think it speaks to the community. Skylight is a neighborhood bookstore, welcoming, comfortable—there’s a tree inside, a high, domelike wood ceiling with skylights, and an open arrangement of shelves that invite movement—and intelligent but hip. Our reading was on a Sunday. The Post Office across the street was closed, so parking was free if only with a small risk; my other experiences have been cruising the side streets for a meter but if you’re of the mind, try L.A.’s metro (red line stop at Sunset and Vermont). But please don’t be deterred by parking. The effort is worth it. It’s not a tourist trap promising so much that seems aggressively used up by the time you make it. It’s Bruce giving away Black Clock garb to anyone who can answer: “Who was the only pitcher to ever throw a no-hitter on acid?” It’s Tod Goldberg rasping about golf and character Kip’s struggle with The Yips. It’s Paul Cullum reading his piece, “Why I Hate Sports” for all those who aren’t fanatics. It’s the comment from the front row, “Who scheduled this the same time as the best [football] game of the day?” just after Monica Carter spins Brett Farve’s thoughts during the biggest game of his literally endless career. There’s fulfillment and hope. It makes me realize a romantic thought about the culture of writing isn’t too ridiculous because there’s something intangible shared at Skylight that talks to that.

by Justus Caudell
an Editorial Assistant for Black Clock and an MFA Writing candidate at CalArts

Seth Greenland Everywhere

Seth Greenland is a success wherever he goes, from plays, to television and movies, and novels. Google him and find out he was an original blogger for The Huffington Post or follow him on Twitter to learn he’s just played a gay polygamist at a table reading of Big Love—he writes and produces on this year’s season—or that his third novel, The Angry Buddhist, has just sold in France. His first two books, The Bones (Bloomsbury 2005) and Shining City (Bloomsbury 2008), were both quickly optioned by movie studios. A television writer fed up with the hollow art he is forced to create to survive, an angry comedian trying to fulfill his personal philosophy of burn, burn, burn, a widowed grandmother finding solace in medical marijuana and pole-dancing, and an everyday couple hit hard by economic turbulence to whom luck is granted with inheritance of a prostitution ring are only some of the characters who inhabit Greenland’s literary world. Though some critics deem his fiction satire, Greenland disagrees, and frankly, so do we. His fiction, both timely and relevant, artfully extricates the absurd from the everyday and paints through characters who are almost instantly recognizable while constantly alive. This is not a sales pitch: just read him and you’ll see. Greenland’s wit is unmatched suggesting a personality almost ubiquitously connected to the world in which we all live.

BLACK CLOCK: You have had success as a playwright, a screenwriter for both television and movies, and now novels. Do you see this as an accidental evolution of your artistic career or simply the means of survival for a modern, professional writer?  What’s next?

SETH GREENLAND: My career has been largely unplanned but to say it was “accidental” doesn’t quite get it right, either. I started out as a writer of mediocre fiction in college. Probably not much worse than what others were doing, but my work certainly didn’t show vivid promise. I was an English major as an undergraduate and to me there was no higher form of creative expression than the novel. If I thought I had the talent at the time, I would have pursued a career as a novelist, but I’m getting ahead of myself. Since I was a lover of movies (or “films” as we called them in the seventies) and I thought I might like to make them, I earned an MFA from NYU film school and set out to be François Truffaut. Unfortunately, that job was taken. Through happenstance, I found myself writing for television shows in Los Angeles. I didn’t care for the work I was employed to do and hightailed it back to New York where I began getting hired to write screenplays for what were intended to be independent films. These scripts generally wound up in the drawers of the producers who had paid for them since they were often unable to find financing. This was a source of endless consternation. You pour your heart into something and its readership consists of your agent, two producers, eight assistants (all of whom think they could have done it better), and ten financing companies.  Since I had always enjoyed going to the theater, I thought I might try writing plays. This worked out well for a while. I began getting higher paid screenwriting work and that subsidized my theater career, although to call what I was doing in theater a “career” would be a slight exaggeration since that implies a certain base income; hobby was more like it. Getting these plays produced on main stages at regional theaters involved an arduous, multi-year process of development, readings, more development, a workshop and then, if the artistic director was having a good day and the moon was in the seventh house, your play might finally get produced. This routine became tiresome to me, and I concluded that the time had come to try my hand at writing a novel. I recently finished my third one, titled The Angry Buddhist, thanks for asking. When I’ve done money gigs, I’ve always simultaneously worked on something I’ve cared deeply about. This is what has allowed me to survive as a writer. That and a willingness to always try something new.

For Shining City you made your own short trailer starring you as you, your aunt as your aunt, and several girls as prostitutes. Clearly you aren’t shy of marketing. What motivated the clip and will you make another for your new novel?

What motivated me to do the video was simple math. Innumerable books are published each year, by authors famous and unknown, all of them vying for limited media oxygen. Anything an author can do to call attention to his or her book, short of self-immolation in front of the Pentagon, is fair game. Your publisher will generally do as little as possible and hope you won’t notice and bother them about it. Hence, the video, which can become a story in itself. The one for Shining City was featured in an NPR piece about book videos and that brought more attention to the book.  I attribute most of the sales of Shining City to the video. So will I do one for The Angry Buddhist? Most likely. Either that or I’ll just toss caution to the wind and self-immolate in front of the Pentagon. The era of sitting back and letting the world discover your brilliance on its own is over, alas.

Bloomsbury isn’t to blame for the lack of marketing effort, is it? Will The Angry Buddhist be published by the same company?

No, it’s not Bloomsbury’s fault. It’s endemic to the business. I will restrain myself from boring you with why this is so. As for who will publish The Angry Buddhist in North America, that is still to be determined since we will not be offering the rights for sale until after the summer.

You’ve mentioned before that you had quick success finding your publisher, and both of your earlier books were also quickly picked-up by movie companies—The Bones by Sony and Shining City by Warner Brothers. Did that stem from more hustle on your part? What’s the status on both screenplays?

My novels being optioned by movie studios had very little to do with my “hustle.” Getting movie people interested in my books is not one of my superpowers. I have good representation and that is their area. As for the status of the screenplays, The Bones is in turnaround (translation: Sony is not going to make it), and Shining City is in active development at Warner Brothers.

Your involvement with screenwriting and novels has given you a curious position. Do you see any sort of influence that one medium has on the other or any other connections between contemporary fiction and film? Do you see any elements of either bleed from one to the other in your own writing?

Movies boil the idea of what a novel is to its essence: a coherent, forward-moving narrative where you want to find out what happens next. Each medium has an impact upon the other. Novels have always influenced filmmaking since they’ve provided story fodder since the beginning of the medium. The balance of action and reflection that is built into movies is borrowed from novels as well. And today you can see the influence of movies on novels, particularly in genre works where the stripped down storytelling is highly filmic and especially in graphic novels, which use film grammar and are like storyboards for movies. You can see the influence of the novel in television, too, particularly on cable series, where each season of a show will often have a novel-like arc. The one quality I notice from my career as a dramatist that bleeds into my novels is my liberal employment of dialogue which I try to use to advance the plot as often as I can.

What advice would you give young writers struggling to write good dialogue?

In writing novels, where I am generally attempting some version of naturalism, what I try to do is approximate real speech without imitating it. Real speech, with its stops, starts, and stutter steps, repetitions, tics, and digressions is easy enough to mimic but lacks urgency on the page. So the trick is to capture something that sounds like real speech but actually isn’t entirely real, by virtue of being more economical and focused. Another thing I try to get right is the rhythm between my characters. It’s the rare writer who can sustain an aria from one character while another just stands there and listens. For a dialogue-driven scene to be interesting it helps to have characters interrupt, ask questions, augment what someone else is saying, argue their point, anything to make the scene feel more alive. Finally, the characters should not sound alike. Try to give each of the characters a unique voice so that—even if the line doesn’t end with “John said” or “Mary said”—the reader will have a pretty good idea of who spoke it. A final note on this subject: There’s a terrific crime novel written by George V. Higgins called The Friends of Eddie Coyle. Writing students will benefit from taking a look at this book because the story is told almost entirely in dialogue and Higgins is a master.

Does a short piece like “Al Agonistes,” from Black Clock 9, which is written entirely in Al Gore’s interior monologue, develop from a single piece of dialogue? To that end, how do you pick what you write about?

During the run-up to the 2008 election I wrote a series of satirical monologues in the voice of John McCain for The Huffington Post. When the chance to do a political piece for Black Clock came up, I wanted to do an interior monologue in another politician’s voice. The “Al Agonistes” piece came from wanting to write in the voice of an individual whom the chattering class no longer deemed relevant, someone who felt ill-used. Gore is fascinating to me because he’s a guy who was elected President but never allowed to serve. Not to be too heavy, but his tragedy is our collective tragedy. I thought he was a great subject and worthy of a much longer piece. The man is a walking novel. I tip my hat to him.

Insofar as your question as to how I choose what I write about pertains to novels. I write about what interests me, what I think I can go on about at some length. If I have a strong opinion on the subject or an aspect of the characters or the world, that helps. And if I have a certain degree of passion about it, that can help, too. In terms of how I choose what to write about among the variegated ideas vying for my attention at any given time, that’s a process of elimination. Most of the time, I have a number of ideas whirling around in my head, some with great potential, some with less potential, still others that I would never mention out loud. They wax and wane individually over time, some gaining more heft, others diminishing. When one of them begins to feel substantial enough that I can begin writing with a good head of steam, that’s when I know I’m ready to get to work on it.

What inspired the Smart Tarts in Shining City? And is it too early to ask about The Angry Buddhist?

The Smart Tarts were inspired by an article I read in the Los Angeles Times sometime around 2005. A middle class couple in the South Bay with two young kids had been busted for running a prostitution ring out of the kitchen of their suburban home. On the surface they had this normal, bourgeois life, but of course there was far more going on than met the eye. Their plight struck me as a resonant metaphor for what was going on economically in the country and an indication of the extent to which people would go in order to survive (and this was before the economic meltdown). And, needless to say, I thought the whole thing was darkly funny.

The Angry Buddhist came about because I wanted to write about the political climate without telling a straightforward political story. The book is set during the week leading up to a Congressional election. A Congressman is running for re-election and something goes spectacularly wrong for him. The novel is about what people will do in order to survive in a world where morals are situational. All three of my books have been about that, actually.

What draws you to this theme?

I’m interested in the idea of situational morals because it’s a remarkably rich, relatable area. And it’s something people deal with in their lives every day.  When someone reads a book about an ordinary person who finds themselves in a moral gray area, it’s natural to ask what you—the reader—would do in a similar situation. How would you react, would you make the same decisions, or different ones, and what lines would you be willing to cross? Do I think morals are situational, per se? I probably do, actually. An example: Do I believe in stealing? Or course not. Would I, like Jean Valjean in Les Miserables, steal to feed my family if they were starving? Absolutely. But would I become a pimp, like Marcus Ripps in order to feed them? Probably not. A psychiatrist would have to weigh in on the distinction, but there it is. I’m interested in exploring the idea of right and wrong, the idea of where these notions spring from, and the price paid for the decisions we make. To me, there is nothing more fascinating.

Your novels juxtapose dark humor with very human, very real concerns. One example that comes to mind is in Shining City when your characters find themselves with a dead body and a serious need to dispose of it; as the scenario plays out, the experience is highly-bonding for the two characters. How do you find the balance between, as one review put it, “the preposterous and the plausible,” and, further than that, the satirical and the soulful?

Finding the balance is tricky because the slightest misstep can take a scene from “playing as inspired” to “playing as implausible.” What I try to do is ground my characters in genuine human emotions, and let those emotions play out in the wilder situations. I often place myself in the center of the action and try to imagine what I would do were I to find myself in similar circumstances. In the case of Marcus Ripps, his wife Jan, and the dead body in Shining City, I don’t think anything they do either behaviorally or emotionally is implausible or inconsistent with who they are as characters. Surprising, perhaps, but not inconsistent. Some critics have called my books satires but I consider myself more of a realist than a satirist. Reality, truth be told, has caught up to satire but some people still haven’t noticed.

How so?

The notion that reality has caught up to satire, all you have to do is look around. The television show Jersey Shore, the mainstreaming of pornography, Sarah Palin, the Tea Party, The Birthers, the absurd things believed by conspiracy theorists on both the right and the left…great swaths of the country have accepted greatly exaggerated ideas, ideas that are completely ridiculous in some cases (Obama is a Muslim? Really?), as real and this leaves little room in which the satirist can maneuver. As I mentioned earlier, Shining City was actually inspired by a middle class couple with two kids in suburban Los Angeles who were running a call girl ring out of their kitchen. Yes, there are embellishments in the book, but the basic story is as real as the economic environment that inspired the couple to get into the sex business. So when people write that it’s a satire, I lift an eyebrow.

Do you see anything new, in art in general and in your writing, burgeoning from this?

I think that these things, while on one level horribly depressing, are all terrific fodder for fiction (at least it’s good for something). So, yes, I do see valuable art emerging from it. It’s the artists’ role to comment on this stuff and there is no shortage of craziness on which to comment, to explicate, and–not to be pedantic, but–to draw lessons from.

The mentioned NPR interview, “In a World…Where Books Are Hyped Like Movies” by Jesse Baker, may be found at www.npr.org. Seth Greenland’s trailer, and other videos, may be found on his website, www.sethgreenland.com, along with a list of upcoming events he will be attending.

by Justus Caudell
an MFA Writing candidate at CalArts