Otto Dix Show Closing in NYC…sad faced clown finds comfort in dying Web…

One of the major inspirations for my writing has been the work of Otto Dix. I stumbled across a documentary about him one late night and have wanted to see his prints and paintings in person for nearly a decade. That is very difficult to accomplish, since most of his work is on display in Germany. With the exception of two prints I saw in L.A. , I never thought I’d get a chance to view anything by Dix in person. And then they announced this show… Otto Dix Neue Galerie Show

With my job, my daughter, and money being what it is, it breaks my heart to know that I won’t get to see this exhibition. Thank goodness for the web, otherwise I wouldn’t have the smattering of Otto Dix works that currently live on my hard drive. Oh wait, I forgot, the Web is Dead, didn’t you hear?

Oh well, enjoy…

Neue Galerie Audio Tour

Your Word of the Week…

rigmarole (uncountable)

  1. complexobsolete procedures; excess steps or activity; needless motion
    Have you seen all the rigmarole you have to go through at airport security these days?

My Favorite Novel, The Tournament…The List…

These are the 100 books I’ve chosen for my insane, quixotic reading adventure. Before I bore you with my methodology, here’s the shortlist of the books that didn’t make the cut: (and the reasons why)
First, there’s a long list of books by crime fiction writers like Price, Ellroy, MacDonald, Connelly, Lehane, Pelecanos, etc. While some works from that genre are on the list, one of the reasons for this foolishness is to get beyond my reading comfort zone. Have a seat fellas, I’m sure I’ll be back.
Then there are books and authors I found on multiple Greatest Novels lists whose names might be more familiar to English majors and MFA warriors. Take John Fowles’ The Magus. Of his highly regarded works, this is the one that piqued my interest the most. Yet it seems, by description at least, too steeped in the psycho-babble B.S. of its era for my taste. Pass.
I’m fascinated with the early forms of the novel. While I look forward to finally cracking open Cervantes’ Don Quixote, I had to restrain myself from adding both Shikibu’s Tale of the Genji, and the sprawling Chinese adventure Journey to the West. I’m crazy, not stupid.
I feel like the most glaring omission from this list is Joyce Carol Oates. Blonde is the one work from her bibliography that I find irresistible, nearly. I’m sure I’ll find my way to reading it, but it seemed too close to biography for this exercise.
Zora Neale Hurston’s Their Eyes Were Watching God was the last to go, mostly because I feel like I have the major early Black intellectual writers covered. Also, researching her work helped me find Percival Everett’s Erasure. I had to cut something loose to make room for one of my most anticipated books on this list.
Which brings me to how I have the nerve, the gall, the arrogance(!) to put this list of books together for the sole purpose of making them compete for the title of My Favorite Novel. Well, I cherry picked titles and authors of interest from several 100 Greatest Novels lists (mostly dead white guys). Then, I did the same thing with literary prize winners from the last 30 years. That gave me 77 novels that I consider to be The Canon, books that are universally recognized as the best and/or most influential examples of the form. I added nine books that I have already read and vaguely remember liking. Finally, I culled the list of books of interest that have been recommended to me, or I read about somewhere, and added those 14 wild cards to the mix, and voila! My own personal 100 greatest books reading list.
Next up: Bracketology, another fine mess…

My Favorite Novel, The Tournament…

Folks who enjoy reading will usually say that their reading list is as long as their arm. I’m no exception. The problem is, books by Murakami, DeLillo, Zadie Smith, Faulkner, Lessing and Graham Greene keep getting bumped by books by writers like John MacDonald, Michael Connelly, and Dennis Lehane. I’m a bit of a pleb, I’ll be the first one to admit it. (If I’m honest, it’s a point of pride…) Because my reading tastes run towards the obscure and the pulpy, I’m not as well read as I’d like to be.

I treasure reading and I am fortunate to live in a world filled with an overwhelming abundance of books to read, so, what’s the solution? Chugging through some 100 greatest books list? Obsessively keeping up with what’s hot on bestseller lists? I’ve done this with music and it turned one of my favorite pastimes, finding and listening to music, into a chore. I didn’t jump off one silly consumer treadmill just to jump on another.

My solution came to me via two unrelated events: The first occurred while reading two graphic novels concurrently, I noticed that one could not withstand the inevitable comparison to the other. Then there’s this ridiculous and entertaining readers poll. And then I had my “of course” moment. I could make my reading list compete for my affections.

I just might be shameless and crass enough to actually go through with it.

Next up: The List (and who didn’t make the cut)

Your word of the week…

This is for the numbnut in line at the coffeeshop who took exception to my use of the word in reference to getting shit done: (Hey hippie, try opening a dictionary sometime)

Execute

transitive verb
1 : to carry out fully : put completely into effect
2 : to do what is provided or required by
3 : to put to death especially in compliance with a legal sentence
4 : to make or produce (as a work of art) especially by carrying out a design
5 : to perform what is required to give validity to
6 : play
intransitive verb
1 : to perform properly or skillfully the fundamentals of a sport or of a particular play
2 : to perform indicated tasks according to encoded instructions —used of a computer program or routine