Showing posts with label Dennis Cooper. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dennis Cooper. Show all posts

Friday, March 5, 2010

Akashic book tour through LA, San Francisco, Portland, Seattle!

Dennis Cooper, Mark Gluth and James Greer will be touring on the west coast in the next few weeks. Don't miss these underground new-post-avant-narrative visionaries or you'll be catching the rehashed versions of them in 5 years!


Mon., March 15, 7pm
Book Soup
8818 Sunset Blvd.
West Hollywood, CA
*Featuring Mark Gluth, author of The Late Work of Margaret Kroftis, James Greer, author of The Failure, and Dennis Cooper, author of Ugly Man.


Tues., March 16, 7pm
City Lights
261 Columbus Ave
San Francisco, CA
*Featuring Mark Gluth, author of The Late Work of Margaret Kroftis, James Greer, author of The Failure, and Dennis Cooper, author of Ugly Man.


Thurs., March 18, 7:30pm
Powell's
1005 W. Burnside
PORTLAND, OR
*Featuring Mark Gluth, author of The Late Work of Margaret Kroftis, James Greer, author of The Failure


Fri., March 19, 7pm
Richard Hugo House, Cabaret Space
1634 11th Ave.
SEATTLE, WA
*Featuring Mark Gluth, author of The Late Work of Margaret Kroftis and James Greer, author of The Failure

Monday, November 9, 2009

THE LATE WORK OF MARGARET KROFTIS by Mark Gluth

THE LATE WORK OF MARGARET KROFTIS
is Dennis Cooper's new selection of the Little House on the Bowery imprint here at Akashic Books. It is Mark Gluth's *breathtaking* debut novel.


The interview here is between Akashic Books editor Ben Fama and author Mark Gluth.

This book drifts among a lush world of daydreams and loss. Can you talk a little about the things that were on the back of your mind, if not the front of it, while you were working on Late Work?

Well I thought a lot about the shape of it, and by extension the shape of stories in general. I came up with different ways of looking at my book and what I was doing. One was that the book was a monument to loss. Another was that I was writing fiction, but that it was a sculpture made out of words not a ‘story’. This line of thought allowed me to make decisions in the book for aesthetic reasons as opposed to for narrative reasons. Along with that I became obsessed with the idea that the overall narrative was literally true but logically impossible. I spent a lot of time thinking about the implications of that, ensuring it still ‘worked’ for me at some gut level.

It took years to write the book so in addition to these abstract goals I ended up discovering plenty of things that influenced me. First was the writing of Marie Redonnet and Derek McCormack. Their books, in very different ways, demonstrated that something was possible in fiction that I’d not thought of before. Their work gave me confidence because it kinda validated what I was doing, at least in my head. Another one was music. I began to think of the book as if it was the work of a band: each chapter was an album, and each paragraph was a song. That definitely gave me a way into testing its structure, ensuring it held up and functioned when viewed through an entirely different lens. There was also a ton of music that influenced the book at various times. A small sampling: ‘Faded From The Winter’ and ‘Upward Over The Mountain’ by Iron and Wine. ‘Leave Me Alone’ by New Order. The Beth Gibbons solo album, the first couple albums by Tunng , the album ‘PrĂ©cis’ by Benoit Pioulard. Xiu Xiu. Anything to do with Spencer Krug… I would create these long playlists and kind of meditate on the music as I wrote.

Another big influence was video games, and their capability for narrative. Most video games worth their salt have strong narratives but at the same time the narrative is so beside the point to the experience of the game. It’s complex. An inspiration for me in particular were ‘The Legend Of Zelda’ games by Nintendo, in particular the game ‘Wind Waker’. The way the Zelda games are structured is that each game is part of a much larger narrative composed of the same story being told over and over again via all the different Zelda titles, and then within each game each level is ultimately just another version of every other level in every other Zelda game. The idea of a narrative experience like that became really compelling to me.



What stays with me after reading the novella is the sense that the authority that holds the book together isn’t a force of narration or action, but rather a repetition of similar emotions. Can you tell us a little about how you approached the novel’s creation?

That’s cool. I don’t always have a developed vocabulary for what I was trying to do, but another goal was that the book would move forward in a way that made emotional sense. So yeah, I’m glad you think that.

As far as how I approached it… well it was piecemeal, the way it came about. Initially I had various images and moods, settings that I kind of collected because I found them compelling. At some point I decided they were part of some larger whole and that whole was a book. There was a very long period of time where I experimented with various overarching narratives for the novel, structures that could collect all these disparate elements I had in my head. Once I had that nailed I set about just basically writing the book. I had all the key narrative signposts mapped out, and the overarching structure. So I knew what needed to happen in a narrative sense to support that.

That sense of structure being in place gave me a wide berth to experiment with everything else. Anything that was not needed to support the structure of the book was a variable that I probably changed at some point. The way I worked was that I wrote the book in order, one chapter at a time. I’d work on a chapter ‘till I was happy/done with it, then moved on to the next. They usually took about 6 months of near daily writing, but some took longer.

Nailing the language was key for me. And that just took, and still takes time. I usually had vague and abstract intentions for the language that I didn’t understand until I just realized it through constant revision. It’s all very step by step for me. Most of the chapters took 70 drafts or more, and the first draft of a chapter reads nothing like the final. Anyway, once the first draft of the book was assembled from the completed chapters, I kinda held onto it for several months before going back and expanding some sections. I really didn’t change anything I’d previously written though. Overall it took about 5 years from conception to completion.



People's most immediate reaction to the book always seem to be sparked by the book’s treatment of daydreams. The wide-open logic of dreams (or daydreams) is much the logic of LATE WORK. What personally do you have to say about dreams?

Well, I remember most my dreams and very rarely do I ever have a good dream. What I mean is a dream that is compelling in a fictional sense. But I am haunted by my dreams. Usually when I write them down I think they mean so much to me but if someone read them they'd start laughing.

Having said that I never really thought of the book as a ‘dream book’ until people started telling me that and I'm still not sure what I think. For me the dreams serve as a mechanism that does several things. First, they allowed me to underscore and color the characters, and define them. Second they allowed me to create shadow narratives, and gave me space in which I could insert narratives that didn't fit into the primary flow. I see the dreams as functioning on the same level as the fictions in the book: they are part of the composite of information that define the characters and also move the narrative forward in a non- narrative sense. Ultimately I worked hard to ensure the dreams felt like dreams, as opposed to descriptions of dreams.





The handling of nature—fog, wet trees, damp earth—seems to resonate with David Lynches handling of nature in Twin Peaks (which is obliquely referenced early by the band named Wrapped in Plastic). You’re from Washington State, where much of the TV series was filmed. Something both you and Lynch do so compellingly is use the environment to convey emotional information. Am I way off here?

To be honest I never thought about a connection between the book and his stuff until your question. I mean, yeah ‘Wrapped In Plastic’ is something I took from the first episode of TP. I chose it for aesthetic reasons- I like the p sounds are kinda of alliterated and repeated in the sentence it first appears in- as well as a nod to an artist I totally admire, but now you have me thinking…..

One strength of Lynch’s work is the way he uses the physical environment that any scene is taking place in, and through the camera work and sound design, makes it a character on par with the actual characters in the movie. One thing I wanted to do in my book was to make the physical environment in my book an element just like how the dreams, the fiction w/in fiction and the characters are elements that add up to the composite mood of the book. I wanted the mood to be a major thing, probably the main thing. So maybe that’s something I learned from his movies w/o realizing: how to play with the balance of those different parameters.

Additionally, There’s something about the ecosystem here I find so compelling and so I definitely wanted to pay homage to that as well. Maybe November in the Pacific Northwest is my muse. Ultimately I feel the portrayal of nature in TLWOMK is just basically realistic. It doesn’t rain here as much as people think, but it’s always kinda damp. Sometimes the sun’s something you just remember as opposed to see. I think Twin Peaks captured the feeling of rural northwestern Washington but so does the work of other Pacific northwest -centric artists like the bands Wolves In The Throne Room, or Mount Eerie. Hopefully my book does too.

What surprises did you encounter as an author while you were writing Late Work?

I began to get into the idea of lyricism, and a certain slanginess. I imagined dryer language at the beginning of writing but that evolved. So my instincts surprised me. I mean, the books still tight and minimal but I learned to loosen it a bit. I’m continuing that further into the novel I’m currently writing as well. Also I kept thinking I was 3 months away from finishing the book. Even way at the beginning. Every time I finished a chapter I thought ‘ok, give me 3 months and it’ll be done.’







More about Mark Gluth, and THE LATE WORK OF MARGARET KROFTIS can be found at the AKASHIC BOOKS website

The first image appears courtesy of Akashic Books, the second image is a Mount Eerie album cover, and the final two images appear courtesy of Mark Gluth

Thursday, August 13, 2009

W I D E _ E Y E D



David Gates said of Trinie Dalton's WIDE EYED that it has a "post-punk, post-apocalyptic, post-everything sensibility, casting spells of willed innocence..." WIDE EYED, part of Dennis Cooper's Little House on the Bowery series, is the kind of book that breaks spells by casting spells.

Living in Brooklyn (as 3/4 of the Akashic Staff does), discussions about Irony usually end in hipster-bashing sessions, where north Brooklyn is rendered as a mecca of self-posturing, detachment and apathy. It's easy to be negative!

Enter Trinie Dalton, who does the hard work of putting the irony in her writing to use, creating a world full of positive value. (From her story Lou in the Moonlight):

I have pleasant dreams in my moon garden.
Serenity is key. When I’m sitting on that stone bench
beneath
the morning glories, nothing stresses me out.
My
dog’s red fur glows like heated copper in the moonlight.
He’s a buff metalsmith protecting me from worldly harm.
He wears a shredded shirt, and beads of sweat dangle off the tips
of his red-orange beard as he pounds on his anvil.
He has a sword tattooed on his upper arm. He’s the perfect bodyguard,
the kind of man who will linger in the background and
jump out with a machete if anything sketchy happens
to me. My dog is the best.

Planting a moon garden isn’t difficult. I started
when my dog was a puppy and kept me up all
night. I needed to occupy myself during the wee
hours. Before I got my dog, I didn’t sleep well either
because in silence my mind takes over. I think too
much. Planting datura and nicotiana seemed like the
answer. Thus, I dig and weed in my pajamas. When
I’m exhausted and dirty from gardening, I can get
some rest. Commitment to the plants is the closest
I’ve come to putting down roots. It’s like we’re married
because they depend on me.
“Your garden looks good,” my neighbor calls over
the fence. I’m gardening and the moon’s coming
up. Not just good, lady, magical, I think.

Dalton's sensibility leans hard into the mystical, the wildly imaginative. The book in its entirety captures you inside its projected world. From "Animal Party:"

I moved to the desert to escape the noise and crap
in Los Angeles. L.A.’s air felt gunky on my skin. Just
walking outside I’d acquire greasy layers. I washed
my face three or four times a day. Four hounds next
door started barking at dawn every morning. The
city felt claustrophobic and dingy, even at night
when I was most alive. I couldn’t see stars. I’d sit at
my desk spying through binoculars into other people’s
houses. Even then, I only saw TVs flickering—
no naked woman dancing, no stoner getting high.
Everyone was so boring. Worst of all, I hated driving
the grids; it made me feel stupid, like a termite. All
the daily plugging away in the car, on the phone,
on the computer, in the kitchen, shopping, getting
dressed, talking, thinking, behaving, and controlling
amounted to nothing more than survival, something
that a termite does so easily with no financial security
or brains.

It wasn’t fair: all the responsibilities, all the years
of moral preparation and schooling, for no more
accomplishment (a rented house, decent meals) than
that of an insect. You think humans are superior, but
they’re really not—think of all the amazing feats termites
can pull off that we can’t: chewing and digesting
wood, carrying things hundreds of times their
weight, building massive muddy towers and secure
tunnel systems, communicating telepathically without
language. Being human is a gyp.

WIDE EYED is filled with this kind of lyrical wandering.
Between stories Trinie Dalton gives a delicious glimpse (think
of the amazement of looking through a viewfinder) into a mind,
her mind. In "Beinvenido El Duende," we get something like a
manifesto:

Here’s why I wish
fantasies could become reality: because they’re so
much more interesting. Manticores and mermaids
are more appealing than goldfish and rats. In daily
life, even if you see something you’ve never seen
before, it can’t beat a minotaur shooting arrows
into a mushroom cloud. I wish an army of skeletons
would swordfight me like they did Jason in Jason and
the Argonauts. What would be the most surprising
thing that could happen to me today? A spider biting
me? Big deal.


More information about WIDE EYED can be found here.


Trinie Dalton lives in Los Angeles and has an MFA from Bennington Writing Seminars. Dear New Girl or Whatever Your Name Is, an artbook she coedited, is available from McSweeney's. She is the editor of the art book MYTHTYM, and author of A Unicorn is Born.

Monday, August 10, 2009

The Show That Smells


This book, our most recent addition to the "Little House on the Bowery" imprint (curated by Dennis Cooper), is in a lot of ways the most fascinating, bizarre, surreal, and playful book I've encountered in awhile. The narration, featuring Elsa Schiaparelli as a vampire, and including Schiaparelli's real-life rival Coco Chanel, character actor Lon Chaney, Joan Crawford, and the Carter Family (as red state vampire hunters, no less), is a tale of hillbillies, high fashion, and horror. The action is played out in a mirror maze, in a carnival. Here are some excerpts:

Coco Chanel.
Carries Rodgers. Mother Maybelle.
Sara. A.P. Coco Chanel. Carrie Rodgers.
Mother Maybelle. Sara. A.P. Coco Chanel. Carrie Rodgers.
Mother Maybelle. Sara. A.P. Coco Chanel. Carrie Rodgers.
Mother Maybelle. Sara. A.P.
Coco Chanel and Carrie Rodgers and the Carter Family and
Elsa Schiaparelli and me in a mirror maze.

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See more official press on our website here: http://www.akashicbooks.com/showthatsmells.htm

Derek McCormack is the author of Grab Bag (Akashic) and The Haunted Hillbilly (Soft Skull), which was named a "Best Book of the Year" by both the Village Voice and the Globe and Mail, and was a Lambda Literary Award finalist. He writes fashion and arts articles for the National Post, and lives in Toronto.

Dennis Cooper blogged extensively (with a ton of relevant video's and images) here: http://denniscooper-theweaklings.blogspot.com/2009/06/derek-mccormacks-show-that-smells-day.html

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

Endless Brooklyn Summer Heat

Welcome to the Akashic Books Blog.

In this online world of #folksonomic hashtags, prose can seem like too much, but still we try.

Much much more later...!






























(Cover image of Joe Meno's DEMONS IN THE SPRING short story collection)