Link It Together

On her blog, Erika Dreifus looks at linked story collections (several stories with similar characters/locations/themes/etc.). How can they be written and evaluated in comparison to novels or collections of separate short stories? She quotes Junot Diaz:

“I’ve always conceptualized linked collections as these wonderful Lagrange points between the story collection and the novel. In them there’s this weird bit of space—again not as much as in a novel, but more than a standard collection—from which wonderful stuff can be spun, stuff that neither the traditional novel nor the traditional story collection can generate. A fascinating patch of liminality that writers haven’t done quite enough with, in my opinion.”

YA and children’s literature has a limited amount of short stories in general, let alone linked short stories*. I wonder if a collection of linked short stories could work better than just a standard collection. Teen years are filled with so many facets and contradictions–maybe a series of linked stories could reflect that really well.

*Oddly enough, when I was a YA myself, I wrote a series of linked stories, even though I didn’t know that was what it was called at the time.

Reading with Rory Gilmore

When I was in college, my roommate and I were obsessed with Gilmore Girls. We borrowed seasons on DVD from the library and rewarded ourselves with episodes when we were done studying for finals. (Or, in my case, in the middle of studying for finals.) I still love rewatching episodes–the writing is quippy, the characters are quirky, and I like spending time in Stars Hollow.

Another reason I love Gilmore Girls–Rory’s a bookworm. I can’t think of many other shows in which the main character carries a book with her everywhere and deeply cares about her academics. As a pretty nerdy high schooler, this hit home.

So of course I love Rory’s Book Club, which lists all the books Rory read/referenced on the show. Or maybe more? There are a lot of books listed. Kind of want to go back through my DVDs and see how many books I can spot.

If you’re looking for some good movies or music, that’s around too. A girl can’t live by books alone (no matter how much we’d like to).

(via babble)

Learning from Faulkner

Photo by Ralph Thompson of Faulkner in Rouss Hall [Print# 0218]

You can break everyone into a dog person or a cat person, a chocolate person or a vanilla person, or (like I do) a Hemingway person or a Faulkner person. I’m a Faulkner person through and through.

July 6 marked 50 years since William Faulkner’s passing.One way to mark the occasion is to check out the University of Virginia’s digital archives of Faulkner’s materials and lectures from his time at the University. During one of his classes, Faulkner was asked about Caddy in The Sound and the Fury:

Frederick Gwynn: Is Candace a common name in Mississippi or—?
William Faulkner: No. No, Caddy seemed a nice name for her, and I had to think of something to justify it.

I kind of love that Faulkner just thought it sounded like the right name. Sometimes that happens–a character just comes to you in a certain way and you’re not quite sure why a particular detail rings true, but it does.

Lots of awesome material in there for all you fellow Faulkner fans.

(quotes and image from Faulkner at Virginia, © 2010 Rector and Visitors of the University of Virginia; Author Stephen Railton)(via UVA Today)

Dog Days of Summer

Frequent readers might have noted a little blog silence last week. Don’t worry, I didn’t melt in the heat; I was just on a bit of summer vacation and lacked pretty much all internet access. (Me: I have two bars! 3Gs! Wait…okay, no Gs. Carry on.) This also meant that my husband needed to deal with me trying to back for summer vacation reading. This was what I narrowed it down to before I tried lifting my bag:

Plus my e-reader. Walt assured me that I’d be okay if I left out a couple of hard copies. I ending up taking the e-reader, Born Wicked by Jessica Spotswood (totally new read), Game of Thrones by George R.R. Martin (which I was about 200 pages into), and Tuck Everlasting by Natalie Babbitt  (a summer classic). I finished all of those, plus Because of Winn-Dixie by Kate DiCamillo, and started The Invisible Bridge by Julie Orringer. Hurray for summer reading! Throw some writing and swimming in there, and it was a pretty successful vacation.

Of course, vacation has to end sometime. So now I’m back and ready to dive into all the internet has to offer in literary goodness.

In exchange for silence on the blog last week, here’s a picture of a dog reading:

Follow the link for even more dogs reading!

(image: the13thcowspot)(via BuzzFeed)

Friday Fifteen

Friday couldn’t come any sooner. Onto the fifteen!

Leaves of Grass by Walt Whitman
Makes you want to memorize the whole thing and go around shouting lines.

Pedro’s Journal: A Voyage with Christopher Columbus, August 3, 1492-February 14, 1493 by Pam Conrad
The first epistolary novel I remember. Don’t remember much about the plot.

Witch Baby by Francesca Lia Block
Sometimes we all feel like Witch Baby, who doesn’t quite fit with the love magic.

The Duck Variations by David Mamet
An emotional version of Statler and Waldorf, plus ducks.

Mr. Bell’s Fixit Shop by Ronne Randall
Read this all the time when I was little. DIY method of getting over heartbreak.

The American Literary Canon Needs More Whales: Debating the Great American Novel

The term “Great American Novel” gets used a lot, but which book can claim that title for its own? Christopher Buckley claims it should go to Moby-Dick:

“From the opening line, the aforementioned “Call me Ishmael,” to the novel’s last line, “Then all collapsed, and the great shroud of the sea rolled on as it did five thousand years ago,” “Moby-Dick” contains within it the most soul-stirring lines in American literature…The narrator, Ishmael, an American innocent in search of adventure at sea. What could be more American?”

Frankly, anything giant sea creature-related gets a high five from me. But I’ve always thought of the Great American Novel as The Great Gatsby. It’s about money, social mobility, and the tragedy of chasing your dreams. Plus, the writing is stellar.

Sadly, Gatsby doesn’t have a whale. Points off, Fitzgerald.

Your votes for the Great American Novel?

(image: Wikipedia)

You Can’t Go Home Again

It can seem like famous writers sprang up from the earth as famous writers. Wasn’t Hemingway always getting drunk and shooting elephants? Didn’t Tolkein always create his own languages and hang out in Oxfordian pubs? Apparently they were children just like the rest of us. The Atlantic takes a look at the childhood homes of twenty famous authors. A few favorites:

Holy cow, is this how everything looks in Prague? Kafka’s childhood home is gorgeous.

Hans Christian Andersen’s home looks cozy and appropriately Danish.

Digging the front porch of Tennessee Williams’ home.

Make sure to check out the full list as well. These images actually made me look for images of my childhood home on Google street view; the pangs of nostalgia!

Reading Faulkner

Love this article on the joys of and struggles with reading Faulkner. The assertion here is that Faulkner is often first encountered as assigned reading in high school or college, which can lead to frustrated readers who assume that Faulkner is all effort. This is certainly not the case:

“We too often see images of Faulkner as the stern silver-maned, sharp-mustachioed aristocrat in the houndstooth jacket, pipe in hand, who now foists his terribly dense prose on precocious students. But he was also a young, artsy, hilarious and unforgiving observer of human nature. The issues and themes that Faulkner treats in his novels and stories are eternal. Like any great writer, he crafted permanent monuments out of elementary materials—the old verities and truths of the heart, if you will—in the same tradition as his predecessors. Strangers come to town in “Light in August” and “Absalom, Absalom!” The Chaucerian journey is made in “As I Lay Dying”. Epic farce is on display in “Snopes”, and family drama gets positively freaky Greeky in “The Sound and the Fury”. The difference is he did it better than most.”

I’m a huge Faulkner fan, so I fully support a closer look at his work. In high school we were assigned “The Bear” (part of Go Down, Moses). I didn’t love it, but I liked the writing enough to check out some other Faulkner. Of course, I ended up getting The Sound and the Fury out of the library and diving right in. I probably missed most of the book, but I loved the language and the glimpses I got of the Compson family. I eventually studied more Faulkner in college/grad school, but I kind of liked having that first major Faulknerian experience be just the book and me. You don’t have to “get” everything the first time to enjoy the experience of being immersed in language and story.

If you’re a Faulkner fan and haven’t read his Nobel Prize acceptance speech, do it now. Or you can listen to Faulkner give his address here.

Friday Fifteen

Stormy weather here for the Friday Fifteen. Onto the best in fifteen-word reviews!

1) The Penderwicks on Gardam Street (The Penderwicks #2) by Jeanne Birdsall
The sisters are just as clever and cozy at home as they are on summer vacation.

2) 101 Ways to Say Thank You: Notes of Gratitude for All Occasions by Kelly Browne
Thank you! You’re the best! Your generous gift is greatly appreciated! Lots of love!

3) Flash Fiction: 72 Very Short Stories ed. James Thomas, Denise Thomas, Tom Hazuka
Good shorts collection, some big names included. Very useful if you’re new to the form.

4) The View from Saturday by E.L. Konigsburg
Didn’t expect this one to stay with me the way it has. Konigsburg rocks.

5) Possibility of Being by Rainer Maria Rilke
Everyone goes through a Rilke phase.

Old Stories, New Books

Every year at my high school we had an awards assembly, at which students would be recognized for particular talents. The awards were usually based off academic departments or sports teams. When I was a senior, I won the Art award. I’m actually not that great an artist (would you like your stick figure drawing?) but I made a lot of projects that involved found objects. I made a purse out of my dad’s old neckties; a sculpture out of old lipstick tubes; a recycled paper book. So it’s probably not surprising that I really enjoy novels that are reworked versions of other stories.

Flavorwire has a great roundup of ten contemporary novels based on classic books. Two of these–His Dark Materials and The Hours–are favorites.

Another reason I like YA is that it’s a genre that tends to have a lot of fun with established material. Obviously fairy tale retellings are huge, but so are takes on other classics. A few years ago I read The Dead Fathers Club by Matt Haig. When I was in high school, I hated Hamlet (why couldn’t he just kill people like Macbeth?!), but The Dead Father’s Club opened me up to a much greater sympathy for the character.

What are you favorite contemporary retellings of classic stories?