Saturday, October 29, 2011

Patriotism and Patriarchy: A Review of Ben Nadler's Harvitz, As To War



***EXCLUSIVE QUOTE #1***


"...You know how boring jails gets."
"Yeah, totally."  I did not know.

The eponymous lead character/narrator of Ben Nadler's debut novel is a punk.  Sammy Harvitz rejects what he is expected to do (or what he thinks he is expected to do).  He rejects the status quo.  But rejection of one thing can only can so far before it leads to embrace of another.  Harvitz consistently finds himself in "FUBAR" situations, as the military lingo might go.  His father is somewhat of a deadbeat, his mother dies when he is young.  He migrates towards the punk movement, which is never short of its Sids and Nancies.  Harvitz joins the military: at this point it should be clear to you that this protagonist doesn't get much of a smooth ride in this novel.

Ben Nadler is the author.  Ben Nadler is therefore the novel's God.  God does not like Sammy Harvitz, or at the very least God doesn't give a shit.   This is how a book should be written.

Harvitz is far and away the most prominent character of the novel, but there are some gems to be found here in the supporting roles.  Harvitz's grandfather, a proud old Jewish man, is a voice of reason in the life of Harvitz.  With the early death of his mother and the often lacking parental guidance of his father, the grandfather is a less frequent yet quite poignant presence in the novel.  He represents the tradition ("3000 years of Jewish heritage") and patriarchy, while the father represents a former hippie, former middle-class worker, early retiree, turned sour on life.  Harvitz struggles with the shadows of these two characters.  His volatility stems in many ways from each of them.  I am beginning to sound Psychanalytic, which I hate, and so I am going to move on.

The other most striking characters for me were the buddies he makes in the military.  Not surprisingly, the punk Harvitz gravitates to the more intellectual and introverted members of his unit.


***EXCLUSIVE QUOTE #2***

I felt a little bit like a wild animal that she had brought home.  I liked feeling like that.


The landscapes of this novel are vivid, despite the fact that Nadler spends much less time on poetry and much more time on action.  The novel doesn't really slow down.  The text moves from exposition to scenes heavy with dialogue, and that process is repeated throughout much of the book.  Throughout the novel, we see Philadelphia, New Jersey, Manhattan, Brooklyn, California, Florida, and a whole lot of spaces in between.  The periods when Harvitz pauses to reflect are powerful, as well.

The language of the book is not too distinguished, by which I mean it doesn't really go too far towards minimalism or maximalism, those dirty binary terms that I am using in spite of my disgust.  The language is fairly simply, so I suppose I should call it more minimalistic, but it doesn't go too far and there isn't a discernible ideological strategy at work in the way the words appear on the page.  That said, the voice is consistent, and what more can we ask from a writer?

I highly recommend this novel.  Sure, the stories of patriotism and patriarchy (and their rejection) have been told before.  But J.D. Salinger is dead, and J.D. Salinger didn't grow up in an era of endless strip malls and the great overcrowded yet increasingly homogenous culture we now know.

I was reminded of Russell Banks' Rule of the Bone as I read this---and in terms of really good literature about young adults that is a high mark for the past several decades.  Harvitz wants to find comfort and peace, but the only routes he knows to those ideals are littered with pain and self-destruction.  It is a bible (lowercase on purpose) for all young people who are confused and angry with the bullshit.


***EXCLUSIVE QUOTE #3***

"Well, choosing to serve in the Army is a big decision.  But there's no reason to be nervous here today.  We're just hanging out.  Consider me your buddy!"






OUT NOW ON IRON DIESEL PRESS





Tuesday, October 18, 2011

occupy yourself

IF I HAD A SLOGAN THAT COULD FIT ALL MY DEMANDS INTO ONE SLOGAN, THIS WOULD BE IT

occupy an area

occupy yourself

i have gone down to #occupywallstreet a few times

i went down to the times square demonstration on saturday

that was very thrilling

i walk out of the 42nd street subway and theres hardly any room to move around in (not that thats that different from how times sq usually is.....)

there were lots of signs

i made my way (over 20 mins or so) to one of the main clusters of demonstrators, camped underneath the ABC tv hq

there were news headlines flashing

AL QAEDA MILITANTS KILLED IN IRAQ

OCCUPY MOVEMENT GOES GLOBAL

MICHIGAN BEATS WHOEVER THE FUCK

felt historical

these protests are cool

more importantly, they are good

i am not much of a protester

protesters are kind of loud, extroverted

i felt very agoraphobic at times sq on saturday, although times sq often has that effect

i was glad that fucking tourists and crass consumers had their days ruined because they were prevented from freely shopping by a mob of angry people holding signs protesting capitalism under many crazy signs in the center of capitalism

ugh, words

but yeah, they were loud and extroverted

the only times i am ever usually loud or extroverted is when i am really hyper-mood (usually around folks i know) or drunk

maybe if i got drunk i would go be a loud protester and not just a mostly silent fellow-traveler

i talk to people about it while i am there or while i am not there

it seems that that is one of the main points: to raise political awareness and dialogue

the sit-ins in downtown banks this past week sounded good

the protests in europe and asia sounded good

i watch glenn beck videos where he talks about this stuff

he is in conspiracy theory mode

he is always scary and funny, i think that is his point tho, although i dont think his fans have the same sense of irony about it that i do

he thinks it a communist/anarchist-coordinated movement for the violent overthrow of the gov

"THEYRE REVOLUTIONARIES"

they thing is

i agree

as someone who supports these protests, i want a revolution

but not armed insurrection, necessarily

i want this financial system to be massively changed

if it can happen organically, that would be best, obviously

i think that people don't need to die

i want a lot

but i can't reduce my protests to "bread, land, and peace"

thats what the soviets used

which is a lot

i wonder how long these protests will continue

when winter comes and a lot of the people who just pass through (like me) start to go down less often because of the cold weather

or when fall semester is over and students who have been going down go home for the holidays

will it die?

will weather conditions and vacations give a whimpering end to the protests?

i hope not

but what am i personally doing about it

then again, i have obligations (i teach at a public college)

so maybe i shouldnt be trying to go get arrested, bc then i cant teach these kids how to read interesting works of literature and how to form arguments and how to write essays

or maybe thats just an excuse

bc i will only be held for a day or two

maybe im just a wuss

yeah, im a "wuss"

ok




_____________________

I am going to start a twitter account called "Wikipedia pages I regret having found myself reading"

I may also eventually start a twitter account called "YouTube videos I regret having found myself watching"

These accounts will be a call-to-arms for Myself

They will be like saying "Andrew, look at this retarded shit you just wasted your time on"

They will be part of some project with unknown parameters that i will be working on over an unknown period of time

______________________________


I AM GOING TO WRITE A MANIFESTO ABOUT SOMETHING
IN THE NEXT WEEK OR TWO




Wednesday, October 5, 2011

NIKI SCHUR-NARULA: 24 and STILL GLOWING OLD

Today is my good friend Niki Schur-Narula's first day after 24 years in the reality we live in, this strange yet ever oh so familiar reality

In honor of this event, I am posting all of his links below:

Glow Old his main site and also his artist name (currently)

His bandcamp for his music he composed for his Glow Old project

This was an installation he did also under the Glow Old moniker (i believe) with Homer Hill exhibiting the interactive features:


look who's talking. dec 1 2010. from niki schur-narula on Vimeo.


The zine he publishes is called Tropic of Conversation It may be possessed but it may not be bought

A blog he updates frequently called Song of My/Your Day (I don't really check it too often bc my internet/computer is slow but it seems cool)

His old music project ("Capybara Sounds")

A poem he wrote about growing old (featured in the first issue of the magazine "Eaders Digest" but originally published at TWLBIP)

He has twitter and facebook, but he doesn't really use twitter and he doesnt like strangers adding him on the facebook

WE ARE ALL SO YOUNG AND YET WE ARE GLOWING SO OLD
HE IS GLOW OLD

way old school: glowing




nu-school: today he still glows old


Monday, October 3, 2011

ranked google searches that led to my blog, as recorded by statcounter

these are from september 1-october 2.  i think i put all of them but i might have missed a few.  im mostly just bored right now.

i dont know, i think google searches don't make sense.  one minute a ranking is one thing and the next its something else.  i also dont know where the #154 came from, why that got ranked, because statcounter doesnt always rank things.  i could read about it probably, figure out how it works.  i put the highest rank.  for example, one search "andrew worthington" was #1 in the US but another it was #7.

when i looked at my statcounter over the past month, usually once or twice a week, i found some of these results funny.  now i just find them kind of depressing.  owell.


in the UK---"andrew worthington" #17
in India---"fucking thoughts" #9
in Pakistan---"big fucking" #10
in Portugal---"andrew worthington" #1
in Thailand---"fucking masturbation" #1
in Brazil---"pics girls radical funking" #19
in Sri Lanka--"BIG FUCKING" #9
in Norway---"fucking a big" #10
in Singapore---"big fucking" #10
in India---"big fucking" #7
in Turkey---"big fucking"#15
in the US---"andrew worthington" #1
in the US---"all obama does is talk shit now" #8
in Spain---"i know it was a murder" #2
in Spain---"es peligroso bushwick" #15
in Brunei Darussalem---"fucking big" #9
in India---"sex with big thoght" #2
in Philippenes---"big fucking" #11
in India---"fucking" #154
in the US---"'what is art' prose" #8
in Serbia---"big fucking" #8
in India---"simple fucking art" #1
in Germany---"holyday fucking" #7
in the US---"'noah cicero' 'tao lin' 'best behavior' characters" #1
in Brazil---"fuckingbig" #3
in Austria---"big fucking" #10
in UAE---"big fucking" #9
in Bangladesh---"Big fucking" #10
in Indonesia---"big fucking" #11




weird

i wonder if this means my rhetoric is really confused and messed up

i think i should cuss less, in life and in general

does having a cuss word in my blog title and url lessen my appeal to a wider all age audience as well potential career jumping hurdle moves?

its thought provoking.

Sunday, October 2, 2011

history of my relation to contemporary indie online literature

May-June 2007
My friend Jack Kerns recommends I read the tao lin's e-book at bear parade.  it is called today the sky...
I subsequently check out Tao Lin's blog, his other e-books, his first novel, and eventually his first story collection.  His first story collection, Bed, has remained my favorite work by him.

July-August 2007
I discover other online literature but I feel like "its all too much to take in"---this will be a recurring sensation throughout my relationship with online literature----and literature as a whole---and life as a whole.  My main discovery during this period was Noah Cicero's The Human War.  I am intrigued by his blog. He is political and philosophical, both to a really extreme manner.  Provocative.

September-October 2007
I begin a literary blog called The World Looks Better In Pink.  I don't really know what I'm doing.   I ask a bunch of friends to contribute.  Most oblige, although some just sign up and there names sit on the right hand column and they never post.  I post.  My friends Fernando, Niki, Dennis, Carla, and Nicole all post.  I ask Tao Lin to contribute by sending him an email via blogger.  I don't hear back so I annoy him on his blog and he gets e-angry and says to stop annoying him.  I ask Noah Cicero and he agrees to contribute.  He puts a few poems up at some point.

November-December 2007
I continue to discover writers, mainly through Tao Lin's blog and other mediums he uses.  The World Looks Better In Pink reaches its pinnacle, from which it begins a two and a half year decline.  I read 3:am magazine a lot.  I discover Tony O'Neil.  I discover Ellen Kennedy.  I discover Blake Butler.  I disocver Lamination Colony.

January 2008-April 2009
I take extended breaks from keeping up with the blogging and indie lit world.  I occasionally check up on Tao Lin's blog, Noah Cicero's blog, Bear Parade, and 3:am magazine, but usually after a few weeeks of nonstop blog addiction I forget about it for the most part.   I start a blog called Fucking Big Thoughts but I don't do anything with it really.  I become very pro-Obama, although I doubt that he will be able to fulfill all or most of his promises. I begin to have an interest in the blog HTML GIANT.

May-June 2009
I try to write an existentialist novel  on Fucking Big Thoughts (thats this blog).  I write a few chapters and give up because I realize it is kind of retarded.  I discover Ben Brooks, Shane Jones, Brandon Gorrell, Zachary German, Chelsea Martin, Jordan Castro, DJ Berdnt, Ana C., Andrew Weatherhead, David Fishkind.  I enjoy Chelsea Martin's book Everything Was Fine Until Whatever.  I come to the conclusion that Ben Brooks may be the only person who reads my blog.  Eventually I discover StatCounter.  I check it occasionally or obsessively, depending on my mood.

July-August 2009
I write a lot of short poems about boredom on The World Looks Better In Pink.   I write a bunch of stories and post them on one of the blogs.  I never consider submitting them elsewhere.  I discover Sarah San.

September-December 2009
College takes over my life.  I continue posting some stories sometimes. I discover Brittany Wallace and Steve Roggenbuck.

January 2010-May 2010
I begin posting a lot on both blogs.  The World takes off again and reaches its second, new peak. 

June-August 2010
End of the World, for all intents and purposes.  I discover Sam Pink and Lee Rourke.

September-October 2010
I begin an MFA program, despite years of reading shit talking about MFA programs on lit blogs.  I discover Stephen Tully Dierks and Crispin Best.

November 2010-March 2011
I decide to try to beef up my online image/profile, and begin submitting ideas and pieces to various sites, and I am accepted into some such as Thought Catalog, Metazen, For Every Year, and New Wave Vomit.  I am rejected from McSweeneys and others. I disocver more things and people.

April 2011-September 2011
I try to beef up my literary persona more, but realize I can't rush it or else I will just give up.  I also realize beefing up my literary persona and not giving up may be the rest of my young adulthood and possibly life.