Chekhov's Shorts

Hello lovers of books and literature.

I am posting today to inform anyone who appreciates the pleasures of hearing stories or poetry read out-loud, that i will be reading four of my favorite short literary pieces at the Salt Lake Main Public Library at 210 East 400 South next week.

The library hosts readings modeled on National Public Radio's Selected Shorts program on the last Wednesday of each month. They occur under the series heading, Chekhov's Shorts, which always makes me think of old Anton recreating in warm weather, though it really refers to the length of the stories. It is coordinated by Paul Reynolds and i was happy to receive his invitation a few months ago, since i love great stories and enjoy sharing them. And the experience of hearing stories in a group is very different from the experience of reading them silently, alone.

The reading will be held on Wednesday, January 27th on the fourth floor of the library, at 7:00 p.m.

I was glad to learn that i had great liberty to select what i would read and spent a lot of time looking over my favorite books to find excellent pieces that would conform to the time frame and present well out loud. After making my first choices, possibly, though not evidently, to Paul's frustration, i kept looking and revised my selections after library media had been produced so what is published only half represents what will really occur.

Here's my line-up — i will not revise it again.

First i will read A Serious Talk by Raymond Carver from his wonderful 1981 collection, What We Talk About When We Talk About Love.

Next i'll warm your heart with an odd but touching story from a 1985 collection by John Fante called A Nun No More. I'm not sure when this was first written but it was certainly much earlier than its appearance in print within The Wine of Youth.

Then i'll accost you with America by Allen Ginsberg. I really like this poem which was published in Ginsberg's best known collection, Howl. I told Paul i was going to read Howl but changed my mind upon re-reading. But the time the switch created left room for...

A Way of Yankee Knowledge by meta-fictional writer Donald Barthelme. This deep philosophical tale will open all your perceptual filters so you better watch out. I read it in the 1974 collection, Guilty Pleasures though it was first unleashed by the New York Times in 1973.

I'm already having fun just thinking about the reading, and i really hope you'll join us.

That's all for now.

Bone

Favorite Books

When someone asks you what your favorite books are, how do you respond? In my youth i believed that musical taste effectively sorted people into their social groups. But then i met persons who had no musical interests and that was confusing. No musical interests!? They seemed like another species. Of course non-readers are much more common than non-music-listeners. And a person's reading taste tells considerably more about her or his personality and sensibilities than knowing what music that person likes.

As a bookseller, i have been asked frequently what are my favorite books. There are so many books i have liked and loved that it is hard to know where to begin. There are numerous ways in which i appreciate books and when i am asked to name my favorites, i precede my answer by explaining that i divide my favorite books into two main groups: Books i loved the most and books that influenced me the most. The former are generally literary and the latter are more often non-fictional. Today i will focus on books i have loved. I have loved them for transporting me to other worlds. Some i have loved so much that the mere sight of a copy makes me breathless. Before i list this short list of favorite books, i want to tell you why they are older titles and explain a few things about my taste.

In our bookstore, i have had access to some of our city's most literate minds. And i have been overwhelmed by the choice of books for my entire life. In a former blog, i believe i mentioned that i sequence my reading of the books i want to read by rolling dice. It has been a long standing conflict for me whether, i should read newly released books or whether i should read the best books from the gigantic backlist of books published before my time. More often, my philosopher self wins out and so i am maybe surprisingly behind on recent releases. My preference for excellent books versus new books, combined with my dice system also leaves me with big holes in my literary knowledge. For instance, i have read Gargantua and Pantagruel, but am yet to read John Steinbeck.

The main two components of a book's content are its narrative and the style in which it is written. I think them as a room: writing style is the door and the story is the decor and furnishings, which one will never see if one can't get through the door. So don't mistake me for a shallow reader when i assert that writing style may not be more important than the narrative, but that the narrative is inaccessible without the door of good style, which involves many things. The very best books have both, but i believe that a well written book with little to say will be better received than a poorly written good story.

In my reading, style is primary. There are too many books and too few years in our lives to waste time with badly written books. The novelist and great teacher John Gardner (American) has elucidated what i am saying as well as anyone.

So here is a list of eleven books i truly love. They are stylistically wonderful and i enjoy the stories. I lead a fairly stable and thoughtful life without too much chaos, so it might be surprising what odd, indeed lunatic narratives, some of these stories have. I love oversleeping and fever dreams, and i find pleasure even in my nightmares.

These titles are culled from a larger list i keep. I will list them by their age.

Steppenwolf by Herman Hesse. 1927. Many call it dark and depressing. I found it enlightening and enchanting.

The Last Nights of Paris by Philippe Soupault. 1929. A surreal dreamy romance.

The Journal of Albion Moonlight by Kenneth Patchen. 1941. An irrational psychotic tale of madness induced by world war II. Beautiful prose. Troubling.

Silence by John Cage. 1961. Though generally found in music, i think of it as poetry and philosophy. This is the only book on this list that i also put on my list of most influential books.

Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? by Philip K. Dick. 1968. A touching distopian novel.

Pricksongs and Descants by Robert Coover. 1969. A collection of mysterious and sensual meta-fictional stories, many based on tales you know.

The Dice Man by Luke Rhinehart. 1971. A very funny lunatic tale of a man who lives his life by dice. No, i didn't learn my habit from this book but i am friends with the author because of my habit.

Gravity's Rainbow by Thomas Pynchon. 1973. Almost as hard as Joyce. Crazy tale of the final days of World War II. Amazing prose. Read it out loud for best experience and survival.

Dhalgren by Samuel R. Delany. 1975. A thick and dark post apocalyptic tale about a nearly dead world. liked by Pynchon fans but much easier to read.

What We Talk about When We Talk about Love by Raymond Carver. 1981. Tight nuanced stories about troubled working class people and how they worsen their problems by making bad decisions.

The New York Trilogy by Paul Auster. First published separately as City of Glass (1985), Ghosts (1986), and The Locked Room (1986). The novellas read like hard boiled mysteries written with the tight prose of Carver from the outlook of Franz Kafka. Wonderful.

If you love these books too, please send me your recommendations. I live in fear that i will miss great books.

C'est tout for now.

Bone... from Thon, from Anthony, from Kip. You know, bones are dice and what holds our bodies up.