Devil Talk is a rich mix of contemporary short stories and folk tales of individuals dealing with evil in various forms: confronted by it, instigating it, dancing with it, and victimized by it. Fantastical events mingle with daily life in these stories that are immersed in Chicano and Mexicano culture, and often occur against the backdrop of Los Angeles.
In “Bender,” an LA couple decides the fate of a mysterious pet whose appearance is left to the reader’s imagination. Quetzalcoatl (“Quetzi”) bargains with La Diabla in “The Plumed Serpent of Los Angeles.” “The Fox” puts to shame villagers who criticize a hermit’s way of life. It’s only when the hermit rejoins society that her life falls apart, and as she meets a cruel end, she fondly recalls her simple life alone.
Olivas, the author of a novella, another short-story collection and a children’s book, not only employs the surreal and the magical with a good mix of humor, but on occasion uses experimental writing styles to tell the story. One favorite is “A Melancholy Chime,” a story told backward in six parts. Others are divided by seasons, camera angles, and tape recordings. Theseveffects mesh well with Olivas’s subject matter, successfully supporting the otherworldly feeling of these stories.
Sex and sexuality are important themes in this collection, as we see in “Willie,” “Sight,” and “Don de la Cruz and the Devil of Malibu,” but no judgment is made upon the characters–that is entirely left up to the reader. This works, for although their behavior often gets them into trouble, the stories never dissolve into parables that moralize.
I was not impressed with the first story, “Monk,” a strained tale that did not exhibit the same confidence shown in the rest of the collection. Antonio dreams of his girlfriends supportive responses to his petty transgressions such as littering and stealing office supplies–that she loves him just for who he is. But the tone of the story is contrived, and throughout it the various items that Antonio interacts with read not as props for character development but more like a barrage of advertising: the empty Starbucks cup, a Thelonious Monk CD, the Stanley-Bostitch stapler, his weather-beaten copy of Crime and Punishment. The story would have been more effective if it showed him actually committing these transgressions that dominate the start of the story and that, we read, made him feel strong and in control.
Make no mistake, these folk tales are not in the same category as those that benignly explain why the snake has no ears, or why the monkey cannot swim–many of these stories are sad, disturbing, and often racy. I couldn’t help but frequently inspect the front cover art between stories, perhaps because it was so indicative of Devil Talk’s feel: amidst hot reds and pinks, El Diablo overcomes a young woman on the dance floor while everyday life goes on around them.
Now this is why I love Borges.
With all due respect, I think the answer is pretty clear–it’ll help their books sell.
Andrew Seal argues that “Chicago and New York are to U.S. fiction what Tolstoy and Dostoevsky are to the Russians. Sorry, Boston. Sorry, L.A. Sorry, D.C. Sorry, San Fran. Sorry, the South. You have your claims, no doubt, but they are as the claims of Pushkin, Lermontov, Chekhov, or Gogol.” Discuss.
Phelan goes on to say, "There will, I’m sure, be no consensus about what constitutes badness or whether it belongs to the book, the reader, the situation of reading, all of the above, or none of the above," though he's almost wrong there. The list is pretty varied, from the morally-bankrupt to the so-bad-it's-good varieties, though generally the harshest judgments come against fussy stylists and purple prose. Cormac McCarthy gets singled out, by name and illustration, multiple times.
Wherein we learn that Imperial hasn’t gotten nearly the attention it deserves and “Vollmann was exceptionally gracious as both host and interview subject, quite generous with his whiskey and his time.”
In some of the best news ever, Margaret Atwood is going to have a cameo in a movie musical about hockey. Seriously. I am — what is the word? – giddy. Don’t believe me? Atwood discusses it on her blog. Can this news get better? Hell, yes. The movie also stars Olivia Newton-John.
New issue of the New York Review of Books is out, with Colm Tóibín on exile lit.
With jokes from Joyce Carol Oates and "wild imaginings" from 92-year-old winner Diana Athill -- not to mention talk of a sequel from "Wolf Hall" author Hilary Mantel -- this year's NBCC Awards were noteworthy for their celebration of literature by women.
DFW's latest cover makeover, plus a great-looking cover and a really not-so-great-looking cover.
Since buying The Selected Poems of Wallace Stevens at City Lights, I’ve been rereading many Stevens poems and trying to understand it from a more mature perspective. Last time I read a vast amount of Stevens was when I was 22 for a class on Stevens, T.S. Eliot, Yeats, and Marianne Moore. With fifteen years [...]
Lipsyte: Well these were the famous classes that he taught and others have written about it. He would kind of perform an amazing monologue for hours that would be a work of art in and of itself, in the way it was constructed in real time and kept pulling threads through and weaving all these elements together, but the content of it would be reflections on writing and art and what it is to be an artist and how one should approach the page. And then at the end of that—and that could go for four or five hours—at the end of that, he would call on students to read from whatever it was they were working on, but normally you wouldn't get too far, because he would stop you probably within a sentence or two and point out all that was false in what you had perpetrated.
In the brief essay that J.C. Hallman will deliver at a panel discussion at the 2010 AWP Conference in Denver, Hallman will offer up his own insights as to the nature of this admittedly flawed practice. The essay will be, to some extent, experimental. It will have a self-referential quality, it will aspire to innovation, indeed it will even be accurate to describe it as "meta-," but of course Hallman will use none of these terms, though he would like to. Book proposals are not places for words like innovation and experimentation. Instead, Hallman's essay will be "quirky and fun."
Seven Nights Jorge Luis Borges (trans. Eliot Weinberger). New Directions. $12.95, 128pp. In Seven Nights, the recently re-released collection of lectures-turned-essays originally given in Buenos Aires in 1977, Borges does not discuss the phenomenon of déjà vu. He does, however, speak at great length about nightmares and dreams, which he describes as “a kind of modest [...]
Best European Fiction 2010 edited by Aleksandar Hemon, preface by Zadie Smith. Dalkey Archive Press.448 pp, $15.95. “The great pest of speech is frequency of translation,” Samuel Johnson once wrote, in the preface to his iconic Dictionary of the English Language: No book was ever turned from one language into another without imparting something of its native [...]
“There are, of course, newspapers to keep responsible Americans up to date when trouble looms, and public television or even the History Channel to inform us about the occasional historic battle or archaeological discovery or civil war. What else do we need?” Claudia Roth Pierpont frames her essay on the contemporary Arabic novel, published in [...]