Writing my noir reviews made me curious to see what more informed (read: better) writers had to say about the state of genre fiction, so I did what any modern writer and blogger worth their salt would do: Google "genre fiction" and cull a few reputable articles from the results, then dump them onto my blog with a short introductory paragraph. Bingo. My noir reviews were inspired by Alexandra Alter's short piece in the very short Lifestyles section of the WSJ, which I have included. At first I was wary of linking to a Murdoch owned publication, but I've since been subpoenaed for my role in the NoW scandal, so I figured what the hell.
Lexical Devil
"Art is parasitic of life, just as criticism is parasitic of art"-Truman
Friday, August 26, 2011
!Listen!, 8/26/11: Definitive Black Keys-Beefheart Cover Guide
Everyone knows The Black Keys, but did you know that they are huge fans of freak folk pioneer Captain Beefheart AKA Don Van Vliet AKA Frank Zappa's BFF? Well, now you do. The Keys have laid down some prime cuts of Beefheart over the years, first on record with "Grown So Ugly" on Rubber Factory, a cover of a track from 1967's Safe As Milk LP (which is itself a cover of an old school blues song by Robert Pete Williams, but this sentence is already confusing), but their Beefheart covers repertoire is actually fairly extensive. Here are four that I was able to track down on the Youtube. If you know of any more, please, let me know.
Grown So Ugly (Black Keys, Rubber Factory [2004])
This video was shot at an instore gig at Grimey's Records in Nashville.
Her Eyes Are A Million Blue Miles (Black Keys/Flaming Lips Split, [2011])
From a split 7" vinyl only release with The Flaming Lips. Personal Favorite.
Beefheart's Original Version and a live one too for good measure.
I'm Glad (Black Keys, Unreleased B-Side from Attack And Release [2008])
Also available in Live at Sunset Junction and Beefheart original flavors.
Here I Am, I Always Am (Black Keys, B-Side of I Got Mine 7" [2008])
Here's the same clip with some banter at the beginning, a live version, and Mr Van Vliet's original cut.
Monday, July 11, 2011
Bookspam, 6/25/11: Neo-Noir Primer
I have an ongoing love affair with noir fiction. For about six months, I poured through the works of Raymond Chandler and Dashiell Hammett, and I loved every minute of it, every serpentine subplot and planted holdout piece and surly dame. Chandler and Hammett wrote some great schlock, and I was often impressed with how concise and powerful their prose could be, especially the dialogue. However, once I'd read a few of their books, I felt like I'd read them all. Both authors established a basic blueprint for their plots early on (and for the genre at large), and then rarely bothered to stray far from its boundaries. More recent noir derived fiction tends to mess around with the genre conventions Ray and Dash layed out, and that's where I've found some really good reads. Here are a few that stand out.
The LA Quartet, by James Ellroy (Various Publishers, 1987-1992)
In spirit, James Ellroy is probably the author on this list that is closest to Chandler and Hammett in style and sensibility. In fact, Ellroy has said that he doesn't allow himself to read any contemporary fiction, lest its influence creep into his writing, and that Ray and Dash are two of the only authors of fiction that he enjoys. Ellroy's writing goes down darker, deeper holes than Ray and Dash's, and-at the risk of being painfully cliche- he's much "grittier"(sigh). Ellroy's fascination with crime began at a young age, in the aftermath of his mother's murder in 1958 (which he documents in his memoir My Dark Places). Ellroy has amassed an extensive body of work over his career, uniformly set in Los Angeles in the 40's and 50's. His earlier works are typical noir, albeit with a bit more craft than most, but it wasn't until he rammed the LA Quartet (The Black Dahlia, The Big Nowhere, LA Confidential and White Jazz) down America's throat that he started to receive serious attention in critical circles. The quartet follows a loosely defined plot arc, with a few overlapping characters and events that recur throughout all the books, but what joins the books as a quartet is not so much a plot or characters, but the setting of Los Angeles and Ellroy's fascination with human weakness, Machiavellian political maneuvering, and of course, sex, drugs and violence.
What I like the most about Ellroy is how compact and powerful his prose is, even more so than the sources it is derived from, more in line with masters of minimalism like Hemingway than the old masters of noir. Ellroy also has an eye for human weakness and a way of describing it without overtones of condescension or moralizing that I admire almost as much as his minimalism, and themes of weakness and corruption permeate everything that he writes. The way Ellroy renders his Los Angeles and the socio-political context of the early 20th century is also incredibly comprehensive and vivid, as is the way he weaves historical events and personalities into his plots (The Black Dahlia murders, Howard Hughes, Mickey Cohen and the Chavez Ravine controversy among others).each of the novels could easily be read and enjoyed by itself without the need to establish context by reading all of them chronologically. Indeed, I feel that readers who try to read the books in order might do themselves a diservice, as the first two novels are probably the least impressive. Out of the four, I feel that the latter two, LA Confidential and White Jazz, are the most impressive and readable of the bunch. For someone looking to get their feet wet, I'd read Confidential first, as it is probably the easiest and punchiest of the bunch to burn through. Even if you've seen the movie, you have no idea what kind of ride you're in for. White Jazz is my personal favorite, and it is stylistically much different than the other novels-Ellroy's original manuscript of it was 900 pages, but upon being asked to shorten it by his publisher, he clipped it to 350 by removing all of the verbs. The result, combined with Ellroy's already scant language, is incredibly coherent and powerful.
What I like the most about Ellroy is how compact and powerful his prose is, even more so than the sources it is derived from, more in line with masters of minimalism like Hemingway than the old masters of noir. Ellroy also has an eye for human weakness and a way of describing it without overtones of condescension or moralizing that I admire almost as much as his minimalism, and themes of weakness and corruption permeate everything that he writes. The way Ellroy renders his Los Angeles and the socio-political context of the early 20th century is also incredibly comprehensive and vivid, as is the way he weaves historical events and personalities into his plots (The Black Dahlia murders, Howard Hughes, Mickey Cohen and the Chavez Ravine controversy among others).each of the novels could easily be read and enjoyed by itself without the need to establish context by reading all of them chronologically. Indeed, I feel that readers who try to read the books in order might do themselves a diservice, as the first two novels are probably the least impressive. Out of the four, I feel that the latter two, LA Confidential and White Jazz, are the most impressive and readable of the bunch. For someone looking to get their feet wet, I'd read Confidential first, as it is probably the easiest and punchiest of the bunch to burn through. Even if you've seen the movie, you have no idea what kind of ride you're in for. White Jazz is my personal favorite, and it is stylistically much different than the other novels-Ellroy's original manuscript of it was 900 pages, but upon being asked to shorten it by his publisher, he clipped it to 350 by removing all of the verbs. The result, combined with Ellroy's already scant language, is incredibly coherent and powerful.
Pattern Recognition, by William Gibson (Putnam, 2003)
If I had only one word to describe William Gibson's appeal and significance as an author, I would choose "prescience". Gibson is arguably best known for his first novel, Neuromancer, which won the Hugo award for best science fiction novel (basically the Pulitzer for Sci-Fi) and predicted the creation of the internet years before it actually took place. In his later works, Gibson would go on to predict cultural phenomena like reality television, cyber sex, and the death of the nation state (well, we're still waiting on that one...), and he's contributed a boatload of neologisms to the Oxford English Dictionary as well. Just how prophetic and original a writer Gibson actually is has been the subject of heated debate, but regardless of how well he's able to see into the future, nobody contests the fact that he's a damn good wordsmith. Gibson's understated dialogue and lush imagery are his most impressive tools, and in those respects he's drawn several critical comparisons to Chandler. He also has a facility with describing settings, particularly cities, that showcases his impressive understanding of all the myriad factors that determine what a place was, is, and could become.
Pattern Recognition is Gibson's first book that isn't science fiction, and in a way that makes it all the more impressive a novel, because it manages to be just as bizarre and thought provoking as his previous works while remaining within the realm of plausibility. The protagonist, Cayce Pollard, works as a freelance "coolhunter", who tracks social and economic trends to predict emergent consumer preferences. Cayce is unique in that she reacts physically to corporate trademarks and imagery in the same way other people's bodies do to allergens (rashes, itching, difficulty breathing), and she is able to use her psychosomatic condition to aid her in her work, as an indicator of how distinct and powerful a product or image is. Pollard spends her time outside of work on her hobby, trying to discover the origin of a set of mysterious internet videos collectively called "the footage". Eventually, Pollard finds her life consumed by the pursuit of knowledge regarding "the footage", and that is when the plot starts to take off. The thematic density of this book is astounding, and I couldn't do it justice in a few sentences, but its core is the same as every noir or detective story, a search for meaning and significance in a world that readily offers neither. Even the name, Pattern Recognition, suggests this process. Over the course of the book, Gibson touches on his perceptions of the impact of 9/11, a "nodal point" event after which the world is never the same. He also suggests that in the wake of the chaos caused by 9/11, Cayce's search for the meaning of "the footage" and a more all encompassing understanding of reality becomes a difficult, if not impossible task. Uh oh.
The Yiddish Policemen's Union, by Michael Chabon (HarperCollins, 2007)
Michael Chabon? The guy that writes "sensitive guy with glasses" fiction that wins big awards? Yes, he has a book on the list too. Unlike Ellroy or Gibson, Chabon is diverging from his larger body of work into the noir motif with YPU, and his style is significantly less "hard boiled" yet equally enjoyable. Chabon's sentimentality and his character focused narrative style combine with the basic elements of noir in a way that only occasionally feels forced, and Chabon's efforts at brevity in contrast with the sprawling sentences and lavish descriptions of his previous works add an interesting element to the novel, and the moments when he truly accomplishes "more with less" are worth the trip through this book. Chabon also takes some time to play around with linguistics here, combining Yiddish with the lexicon of noir slang to create neologisms of a humorous bent (the Yiddish slang for gun is Sholem, the word meaning Peace). The persistent themes that Chabon established in his previous works (Judaism, homosexuality, the burdens of exceptionality) are all present here, albeit with a dramatically different method of presentation.
YPU is set in the present day in an alternate timeline where the United States granted land in Alaska to displaced Jews in the wake of World War II. The novel is set in Sitka, the largest city in this "safe zone", during the last few months before the zone is to be repatriated to the United States. Chabon's protagonist, Meyer Landsman, is a detective for the Sitka police department who stumbles into a web of conspiracy when he investigates the death of a man who lived in the same apartment complex as him. Landsman is a fairly typical detective protagonist of the Marlowe/Spade variety, with predictable demons like alcoholism and martial problems dogging him, but Chabon's attempts to breath some complexity into a fairly straight forward "jaded tough guy" trope worked well enough. The storyline is ambitious in scope, and to me felt a bit unfocused at times, but the magnificent set-piece sequences and occasionally masterful wordplay that Chabon puts to work in the novel overcame most of my qualms, and I enjoyed reading this book quite a bit. I'm not necessarily a huge fan of Chabon's sentimentality, and there were certainly moments in YPU that were a bit too saccharine for my taste, but if you can get past the wishy washy parts there's an interesting noir hybrid here that's worth your time as a reader. Interestingly, the book has been optioned as a screenplay and is currently in pre-production with The Coen Brothers set to direct, on the heels of A Serious Man, a work that was itself focused on issues of Jewish identity. Yow-za.
Pattern Recognition is Gibson's first book that isn't science fiction, and in a way that makes it all the more impressive a novel, because it manages to be just as bizarre and thought provoking as his previous works while remaining within the realm of plausibility. The protagonist, Cayce Pollard, works as a freelance "coolhunter", who tracks social and economic trends to predict emergent consumer preferences. Cayce is unique in that she reacts physically to corporate trademarks and imagery in the same way other people's bodies do to allergens (rashes, itching, difficulty breathing), and she is able to use her psychosomatic condition to aid her in her work, as an indicator of how distinct and powerful a product or image is. Pollard spends her time outside of work on her hobby, trying to discover the origin of a set of mysterious internet videos collectively called "the footage". Eventually, Pollard finds her life consumed by the pursuit of knowledge regarding "the footage", and that is when the plot starts to take off. The thematic density of this book is astounding, and I couldn't do it justice in a few sentences, but its core is the same as every noir or detective story, a search for meaning and significance in a world that readily offers neither. Even the name, Pattern Recognition, suggests this process. Over the course of the book, Gibson touches on his perceptions of the impact of 9/11, a "nodal point" event after which the world is never the same. He also suggests that in the wake of the chaos caused by 9/11, Cayce's search for the meaning of "the footage" and a more all encompassing understanding of reality becomes a difficult, if not impossible task. Uh oh.
The Yiddish Policemen's Union, by Michael Chabon (HarperCollins, 2007)
Michael Chabon? The guy that writes "sensitive guy with glasses" fiction that wins big awards? Yes, he has a book on the list too. Unlike Ellroy or Gibson, Chabon is diverging from his larger body of work into the noir motif with YPU, and his style is significantly less "hard boiled" yet equally enjoyable. Chabon's sentimentality and his character focused narrative style combine with the basic elements of noir in a way that only occasionally feels forced, and Chabon's efforts at brevity in contrast with the sprawling sentences and lavish descriptions of his previous works add an interesting element to the novel, and the moments when he truly accomplishes "more with less" are worth the trip through this book. Chabon also takes some time to play around with linguistics here, combining Yiddish with the lexicon of noir slang to create neologisms of a humorous bent (the Yiddish slang for gun is Sholem, the word meaning Peace). The persistent themes that Chabon established in his previous works (Judaism, homosexuality, the burdens of exceptionality) are all present here, albeit with a dramatically different method of presentation.
YPU is set in the present day in an alternate timeline where the United States granted land in Alaska to displaced Jews in the wake of World War II. The novel is set in Sitka, the largest city in this "safe zone", during the last few months before the zone is to be repatriated to the United States. Chabon's protagonist, Meyer Landsman, is a detective for the Sitka police department who stumbles into a web of conspiracy when he investigates the death of a man who lived in the same apartment complex as him. Landsman is a fairly typical detective protagonist of the Marlowe/Spade variety, with predictable demons like alcoholism and martial problems dogging him, but Chabon's attempts to breath some complexity into a fairly straight forward "jaded tough guy" trope worked well enough. The storyline is ambitious in scope, and to me felt a bit unfocused at times, but the magnificent set-piece sequences and occasionally masterful wordplay that Chabon puts to work in the novel overcame most of my qualms, and I enjoyed reading this book quite a bit. I'm not necessarily a huge fan of Chabon's sentimentality, and there were certainly moments in YPU that were a bit too saccharine for my taste, but if you can get past the wishy washy parts there's an interesting noir hybrid here that's worth your time as a reader. Interestingly, the book has been optioned as a screenplay and is currently in pre-production with The Coen Brothers set to direct, on the heels of A Serious Man, a work that was itself focused on issues of Jewish identity. Yow-za.
Sunday, June 5, 2011
Thoughts For Food, 6/5/11: Fast Casual
I'm STILL working on the Molecular Gastronomy series. I know, it's been a few months. But I really want to do those articles justice, and my research is taking wayyyy longer than I thought it would. Here's something else to tide you over.
Recently, I read about a new local restaurant called Wichit, a sandwich shop that operates in the same assembly line style fashion as Chipotle. I still haven't been to Wichit, but in the process of reading some reviews of the restaurant I stumbled across some interesting articles about a recent sea change in the casual dining and fast food restaurant businesses. A new mutant strain of restaurant that industry analysts are calling "fast casual" dining, restaurants that fall somewhere between fast food and sit down restaurants, have slowly become a standard for mid-priced dining in America. I guess I had been aware that this was happening to some extent, but at least now I know what to call these restaurants. Chipotle and Qdoba, Panera, Five Guys and In N Out Burger all fall under the fast casual label, offering meals in the 10-15 dollar range for people who want "fast" food but don't feel like slumming it at Taco Bell or Wendy's.
All of these restaurants share a few important elements of business philosophy:
-They don't run a drive through window.
-Their dining spaces are fairly spartan, with little or no TGIF style street signs or nicknack crap up on the walls.
-They place an emphasis on the quality of their ingredients, and often document their business procedures and nutritional information for the consumer more extensively than other chain restaurants.
-They tend to use lower profile marketing techniques and rely on word of mouth to hype their business rather than engage in overt advertisement like billboards or television commercials.
-And finally, they pay their employees more generously than other food service positions, but demand a higher standard of excellence from them, requiring very strict adherence to food preparation, cleaning, and customer interaction policies.
Not bad ideas, really. And the food these places are slinging is uniformly better than typical microwaved or deep fried fast food; if you don't like eating Chipotle burritos, there may be something gravely wrong with you physically or psychologically. However, on closer examination, I began to feel that there was something vaguely ominous about fast casual. From a consumer perspective, the emergence of fast casual represents a windfall, but from the perspective of a small business owner it's just plain scary.
The business principles I listed above probably appeal to you because they've been staples of small restaurants all over the country, proto-fast casual businesses. You know, your local deli, taqueria, burger joint, etc. Now, corporate fast casual options have begun to erode the consumer base of all those local restaurants, and it's getting harder and harder to open a new independent restaurant in competition with fast casual chains. At the same time, some small businesses are mimicking the slick presentation of corporate fast casual to their own ends; Wichit, the sandwich place I mentioned earlier, is a good example of this phenomenon. They're not a chain, and unless they're a test restaurant for a corporate interest (which I doubt) they're a new small business that's competing with corporate chains using their own tactics and aesthetics. And it seems to be working for them. If you look at their website or read this blurb about their business philosophy you'll see what I mean.
So it's a good thing, and a bad thing at the same time. One of those...what do you call it? Dilemmas. Who knows what the long term implications of this trend will have on the restaurant business? Not me, at least as of now. I'll leave you to draw your own conclusions. Here's a few articles I thought were helpful.
Franchise Times
New York Times
CCIM Institute
QSR
Wikipedia
Art Show (6/5/11): Derek Hess in Cleveland
Forgive me, blogfolk, I have neglected my responsibilities vis a vis this collection of my ramblings. There's more content going up soon, but in the meantime, readers in the Cleveland area should check out Derek Hess's show at the William Busta Gallery on Prospect. This is Hess's first Cleveland based show in quite a while, and it runs from now until the end of July; it's a series of his reinterpretations of classic Playboy Magazine covers from the 60's and 70's, so if you're a big fan of Warholesque softcore, this is your lucky day. If you've got one of those nifty Facebook pages the kids these days are using, there's more info available here.
Sunday, May 1, 2011
!Listen!, 5/1/11: Synth Punk Threeway
The underground music scene of the 1990s yielded scores of sub-genre creating bands, one of which was the "synth-punk" movement of post-hardcore, which was characterized by the use of synths and keyboards in conjunction with (or sometimes, independent of) conventional guitar-bass-drums archetypes of punk. If you want to know what Devo cross-pollinated with Black Flag sounds like, here are three albums that I think are fairly representative of the genre.
Brainiac-Bonsai Superstar (Grass/BGM, 1994)
Bonsai Superstar is the second album by Dayton, OH based synthpunk band Brainiac. This album represents a transition point in Brainiac's sound, as later projects like Hissing Prigs in Static Couture and Electroshock For President would turn progressively stranger and more synth heavy, but on Superstar their sound remains guitar centric and their song structures are somewhat more conventional than those later works. The best moments on Superstar come when vocalist and Moog abuser Tim Taylor and guitarist Jon Schmersal spiral off into weirdness and experimentation while Brainiac's awesome rhythm section maintain the low end with metronome precision behind them. Taylor's range and use of effects on his vocals add an interesting dimension to the music, especially when his singing or screaming meshes with the bizarre noises coming out of his Mini-Moog Voyager to create a complimentary wall of noise that sounds like a new kind of instrument. Check out Radio Apeshot and To The Baby Counter on Youtube and the band's wiki page if you want to learn more.
Six Finger Satellite-Severe Exposure (Sub Pop, 1995)
Six Finger Satellite formed in Providence, RI in the early 90s, and famously toured with landmark post-hardcore acts like The Jesus Lizard and Shellac. James Murphy of LCD Soundsystem was the band's live soundman, and the soundsystem that he fed 6FS through which he nicknamed Death From Above would later inspire the name of Murphy's DFA Records label. Like Brainiac, 6FS's later albums tilted away from guitar rock and towards a purely synthetic sound, but their early albums, Severe Exposure in particular, showcase an aggressive and almost-but-not-quite dance friendly fusion of hardcore and electronic music. Guitarist Jon McClean's work on this album is particularly excellent, and the moments where his tone finds the midpoint between abrasion and melody are not to be missed. Drummer Rick Pelletier's brutal style of play suggests that he's not very concerned with the cost of new drum heads, and his machine gun quick fills bridge the gaps between McClean's guitar freakouts perfectly. Check out the songs Parlour Games and Rabies on Youtube for a good cross-section of the album, and the band's wiki.
The VSS-Nervous Circuits (Honey Bear Records, 1997)
The VSS formed later than Brainiac and Six Finger Satellite, and their approach to synth-punk is more aggressive and less melodic than those bands. On their earlier albums, The VSS used synth sporadically, usually as a compliment to their guitar sound or for minor textural passages and background sound rather than as another main instrument. On Nervous Circuits, their second full length LP, the synth comes out of the background and takes a more prominent role, and the result is a more distinctive and recognizable sound than that early material. If you've always wondered what Fugazi would sound like with a keyboardist, look this album up. Vocalist Sonny Kay sounds an awful lot like Guy Picciotto, and guitarist Josh Hughes's single guitar attack strains to amalgamate Picciotto and Ian MacKaye's plucking and riffing. Here's Lunar Weight on Youtube and the band's wiki if you're intrigued.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Slint-Cortez The Killer (Neil Young)
Slint play Neil Young's Cortez The Killer live in Chicago, 1989
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