Wednesday, September 30, 2009

The English Major: The Importance of Reading Ernest

Hemingway: Not to Be Lost In Our Time

When Ernest Hemingway wrote In Our Time, he declared in a letter that it “will be praised by highbrows and can be read by lowbrows.” The fact that it remains part of the English major canon, yet can easily be put away an hour before lecture proves that Hemingway knew what he was talking about.

The book contains many famous short stories that are often anthologized, including “The Battler,” “ Indian Camp,” and “Cat in the Rain.” However, the work is worth more than the sum of its parts. Blurring the usual genre boundaries, the stories are broken up with short italicized vignettes, unrelated in subject to the stories. Some of the stories have the same protagonist—Nick Adams—while others do not.

Yet Hemingway insisted that some thread of unity binds the work. One of the most satisfying parts of the book is pondering what that is. Reading it, I was forced to ask myself: is Hemingway’s time anything like ours, today? Is our world, too, one that cannot be evoked in a novel of chronological order and a neat plot?

Breaking out of the usual novel bubble, I’ve found as an English major, can yield satisfying results.

So why’d they give him a Pulitzer?

"I want to pull my hair back tight and smooth and make a big knot in the back that I can feel," she said. "I want to have a kitty to sit on my lap and purr when I stroke her," says “the American wife” to her husband in “A Cat in the Rain.”

In the story a young American couple lounges at an Italian hotel on a rainy day. The wife sees a cat crouching under a table at the café across the street. She decides she wants it, but goes out in the rain only to find that the cat is gone.

At the end, the maid brings the cat up to the room, telling the wife that the hotel padrone had asked her to.

And that’s it. Barely four pages of simple prose.

What, then, about Hemingway’s style makes him part of the syllabus?


The greatness of the story is that in telling so little, it reveals so much. We see that the anonymous American wife is in need of something that her husband is not giving her. We see two people pretending to be at home in a foreign land that is not just geographic.

The pull of the work is in all the things we don’t see. In all of the stories, Hemingway lays out the facts like a good journalist. Often they are violent. But he does not tell us how to feel.

In Chapter XIII, one of the italicized portions on bullfighting, the last lines are spoken by the famous bullfighter Maera: “Yes. We kill them. We kill them all right. Yes. Yes. Yes.

And that is what we are left with.

Like any great work of fiction, you can return to these stories again and again, but not because the paragraphs are heavy with symbolism or tied up in clauses. Hemingway also said that his stories were like icebergs—1/8th visible above water. Because he chooses that 1/8th so carefully, we must continually dive below to see the rest.

Hemingway the Macho Man

Hemingway often gets labeled as a misogynistic he-man. This isn’t a misrepresentation. Hemingway’s heroes are always men, always detached and unwilling to lay out their feelings. Hemingway knew war to be a defining experience for a writer, and was fascinated by the ritual brutality of bullfighting. Guts, gore, and death were subjects he embraced.

But that’s not to say that his work lacks emotional texture. While the violence in the stories of In Our Time does not always go down easily, there is a subtle psychology to the journalistic description that renders it even more emotionally powerful. The Nick Adams character that we follow throughout the book also leads us subtly to dark emotional terrain, particularly in the two-part ending story “Big Two-Hearted River.” Here is a man scarred by war, reluctant to confront his own mind, and verging between happiness and despair.

Though of course, from first read all he seems to be doing is fishing some trout.

It’s always a struggle to find time for pleasure reading, let alone a space big enough for so-called “literature.” But whether you’re a highbrow, a lowbrow, or somewhere in between, it’ll be worth your while to make time for In Our Time.

--Allison Geller


Allison is an undergraduate English major at the University of Virginia, and a regular contributor to Uptown Literati. Her column, "The English Major," appears every other Wednesday.


Oh Snap!: The Charming Reader

A beautiful forest creature is spotted; a bookish 'indie' boy enjoys a sweet escape among the elements.

--Nicole Crowder

Photo: Fuckyeahindieboys

Tuesday, September 29, 2009

Zora Told Countee: Hurston's Letter to Countee Cullen

As part of their "American Masters" series, PBS published a letter from Zora Neale Hurston to Countee Cullen. Besides addressing the writer's views on white liberals, segregation and Negro writers, it's beautifully written and full of Hurston's famous personality.

March 5, 1943

Dear Countee:

Thanks a million for your kind letter. I am always proud to have a word of praise from you because your friendship means a great deal to me. It means so much to me because I have never known you to make an insincere move, neither for personal gain, nor for malice growing out of jealousy of anyone else. Then too, you are my favorite poet now as always since you began to write. I have always shared your approach to art. That is, you have written from within rather than to catch the eye of those who were making the loudest noise for the moment. I know that hitch-hiking on band-wagons has become the rage among Negro artists for the last ten years at least, but I have never thumbed a ride and can feel no admiration for those who travel that way. I have pointed you out on numerous occasions as one whose integrity I respected, and whose example I wished to follow.


Head to PBS.org for the full text. Thanks to Dream Hampton for spreading the link via Twitter.

--Whitney Teal

Around the Web: Lipstick Tomboys + Sexy Librarians

Pastel prints? Fashion mags? Abbreviated words? If these things make you shudder, you may just be a “lipstick tomboy.” [via Clutch]

Does objecting to sexism make you a “ranty-pant”? I don’t know, but we think we’ll start using that word. [via Jezebel]

In a completely unscientific but nonetheless fascinating survey, the UK’s Daily Mail asks women to rate men from various countries on their bedroom abilities, as reported by Bust. [via Bust]

You’ll want to flush your contact solution down the drain when you check out these “sexy librarian-inspired” glasses. Tortoiseshell never looked so good. [via The Frisky]

We sometimes wish Sex and the City were real, with its sparkly, punny dialog and glamorous clothing. But according to this writer-cum-extra, being cast in the new movie is nothing short of a nightmare. [via The Daily Beast]

Photo: Clutch

Monday, September 28, 2009

Oh Snap!: Behold, the Power!


Paris Hilton takes a drive over to Book Soup in West Hollywood and finds herself engrossed in The 48 Laws of Power by Robert Greene.

--Nicole Crowder

Photo by London Entertainment/Splash News

Friday, September 25, 2009

Oh Snap!: Only the Essentials...

Fashion blogger and bibliophile Olivia does a little shopping for vintage accessories and steals away with Steinbeck and Hemingway.

--Nicole Crowder

Thursday, September 24, 2009

SheReads: Mademoiselle Mitchell


SheReads looks at the reading lists of cool chicks. If you want to be featured, send an email to uptown.literati@gmail.com.

Eat Pray Love by Elizabeth Gilbert: "I can't say that I've read many books that have moved me emotionally and inspired me. In this memoir my heart latched onto the author. I cried and laughed with her throughout her journey to find peace with herself while traveling to Italy, where she fell in love with food; India, where she fell in love with prayer; and Bali, where she fell back in love with love."

  • Plum Lovin' by Janet Evanovich: "This is one of the "between-the-numbers" of the Stephanie Plum series and a huge disappointment. As an avid reader of this series, I expected to be laughing to tears but I hardly received an embarrassing glance from any strangers on the train while reading about my favorite character's crazy bounty hunting adventures. I'm not one to spread rumors... but it leads me to believe Evanovich didn't really write this one."

  • Sushi for Beginners: A Novel by Marian Keys: "Written for those who enjoy books like The Devil Wears Prada, this book mostly covers the lives of two vastly different women. Although one falls hopelessly into the world of fashion magazines and the other is out to climb the corporate ladder in magazines, they ironically find themselves connected in their search for true friendship love and happiness. Of course I'm sure you guessed sushi is involved, but I wont say how!"
  • The Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follet: "I was skeptical about all the hype before reading this book despite both Oprah's and my mother's raving recommendations (two women who never get it wrong it seems). Upon reading the first chapter, I was hooked. I was Immediately wrapped up in the intricate plot that slowly weaved together the lives of its many characters in a way that left my heart pounding and constantly in want of more. While reading this book, time seemed to fly. Let's just say I missed my train stop on many occasions."

Mademoiselle Mitchell is a fabulous twentysomething in Washington, D.C. She also happens to be a rising star at a big-name business corporation, a zealous reader (peep her Goodreads profile for proof) and an original contributor to Uptown Literati. Check her out at Twitter.com/MlleMitchell.



--Whitney Teal

Lit Talk Events: The National Book Festival Hits the National Mall

The Library of Congress' annual National Book Festival rolls into town this Saturday, September 26th, 2009 on the National Mall.

A gaggle of authors forming the who's who in literature, including children's authors, poetry and prose writers, fiction and non-fiction authors, illustrators, and historical authors, will be present. To see which will be in attendance just take a scroll, and be sure to close your mouth once you get to the bottom!

Patricia Sullivan
Ann Kidd Taylor
David A. Taylor
Julia Alvarez
Junot Díaz
John Grisham
Katherine Neville
Jodi Picoult
Nicholas Sparks
Colson Whitehead
David Wroblewski
Mary Jane Clark
Walter Mosley
James Patterson
George Pelecanos
Ana Menendez
Azar Nafisi
and more!


To find out what time your favorite author will be reading or signing his or her book, click here!


The Library of Congress will also be unrolling its newest initiative--Read.gov--which will combine all the literary promotional material from the Library's archive so that viewers have one specific location where they can find out about all the upcoming literary programs.





Date and Time:
Saturday, September 26th
10 A.M-5:30 P.M
The National Mall
Metro: Smithsonian

Hope to see you on the Mall!

--Nicole Crowder

Poster courtesy LOC Book Festival

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Oh Snap!: Seduced... by a Cover, Of Course


Actor Ryan Gosling is a man who knows how to woo a lady with words (see The Notebook). Now we know where he gets it from. Gosling reads Albert Camus' The Stranger.
--Nicole Crowder

Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Lifestyle Gumbo: Reading Rockstars

Classic literature plus mainstream pop music may seem like a calamity made in Hades, but, as we've recently discovered, nothing could be further from the truth. So, allow us to present our not-at-all definitive list of rockers who read. Enjoy, add, comment and share :)


1. Alice Smith, a relative newcomer with a light and undefinable sound, is a nerd after our own heart. We thoroughly enjoyed reading an interview on Clutch, where she gushed about being an English major in college (see our newest column, "The English Major") and a bookworm.












2. Natasha Bedingfield is most known for her wanderlust anthem, "Unwritten," but her first single, "These Words," is--shockingly!--an ode to writer's block. We heart these lyrics, "Read some Byron, Shelley and Keats, Recited it over hip-hop beats."








3. D.A. Wallach of Chester French's Twitter blog is a-w-esome! He's so clearly a geek (he tweets about reading newspapers, books and annoying language trends) and he's even a grammar Nazi. Who doesn't love updates like this: "I wish I could invest in words or catch-phrases that I see blowing up everyday. Trendy language is a slight pet peeve of mine, nonetheless."









4. The Roots haven't publicly professed their love of the hardback (that we know of), but if their album naming tendencies are any indication, they love books as much as we do. One of their classic albums was named after Chinua Achebe's masterpiece, Things Fall Apart, and a more recent LP was named after a book The Tipping Point: How Little Thing Can Make a Big Difference.







5. Ashlee Simpson, Pete Wentz and Bronx Mowgli Wentz are clearly a reading family--with the baby name to prove it! Pete was quoted saying,
The Jungle Book is something me and Ashlee bonded over. It’s really cool.”And we take that to mean Rudyard Kipling's books--not the Disney flick!







What other musicians are avid readers?

--Whitney Teal

Monday, September 21, 2009

Oh Snap!: Bedtime Story


Rainbow slippers, monkey pajama pants, and a novel-- time to say "good night."

--Allison Geller

Photo courtesy of Chapendra via Flickr.

Sunday, September 20, 2009

The Chick Lit Chick: Hello, World!

Do you ever judge a book by its cover? Don’t lie, we all do it from time to time. Cardinal bibliophile sin, I know. Yes, but I’ve learned that this often works for me. And who is this me you may be wondering. I am The Chick Lit Chick, bringing you every tidbit you want to know about the genre, from Chica Lit to Bitch Lit to Mommy Lit and everything in between.

Now back to this cover business. I’ll admit this doesn’t work 100 percent of the time, but I often find myself at my local library, (or not so local, I’ve been known to be a bit of a rouge library patron, checking out books on friends, relatives, even employers cards) perusing the shelves for a brightly colored spine and a fun font. That is almost a sure bet that I’ve struck gold--another piece of chick lit to devour.

As I carefully slide the book off the shelf, I feel a sense of anticipation. Will I like the book, what’s it about, am I being tricked and it’s really some mystery novel with a great book jacket designer? A quick glance at the cover and description confirms that it’s exactly what I want. I’ve performed this ritual countless time at countless libraries, and I am rarely disappointed. Some of you may be wondering why I’m blathering on about something as seemingly as trivial as book covers. Or, why we even have a chick lit column on our site? If the idea of reading about the latest and greatest from Candace Bushnell or Sophie Kinsella (they're like the Oscar Wilde's and James Baldwin's of chick lit) doesn’t excite you, then I ask you to not follow my example and check it out anyway.

I promise to explore the genre in a way you’ve imagined. And for those of you who are just as excited as I am about the column, I will do my best to fill your insatiable need for all things chick lit. As is everyone who wants to please their adoring fans, I’m always open to suggestions.

Feel free to drop me a line at TheChickLitChick@gmail.com. I look forward to traipsing up Park Avenue and down Rodeo Drive with you guys!


--Ashleigh Menzies


Ashleigh is a bonafide chick lit addict (with the collection of pink-colored trinkets to show for it), and will be bringing you the best of the genre every other Friday.




Bitch Lit vs. Chick Lit: Uptown Literati's Podcast Series from Whitney Teal on Vimeo.

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Recognize! Hispanic Heritage Month

September 15th-October 15th is National Hispanic Heritage Month, and UL proudly acknowledges the incredible contributions and achievements from Hispanic Americans (the most recent standout, of course, being newly appointed Supreme Court Justice Sonia Sotomayor as the first Hispanic American to serve on the Court).






But there is no shortage of brilliance from the literary circle, either, as Latino writers and journalists who have been prominent movers and shakers help shape the art of storytelling. Head over to Barnes and Noble for more great titles!

--Nicole Crowder

Photos: Barnes & Noble

Thursday, September 17, 2009

The English Major: Going Greek

Going Greek--Without the Hazing

Of all genres of literature, the ancient Greek tragedy is no one’s first pick. We might be stirred to pick up the classics of Austen and Bronte, even the plays of Shakespeare, but we rarely get the hankering for a few lines of Euripedes. English major that I am, I feel it’s my duty to rush in the defense of these sadly neglected works. Not because the man in the ivory tower tells me so, but because they are great.

What’s more, these plays—of the three major tragedians Aeschylus, Sophocles, and Euripides—can be read and enjoyed in an hour. Take that, Tolstoy.

You can expect, of course, mythological allusions aplenty. I say, don’t worry about the footnotes; they just take away from the pure enjoyment of reading. Go back and look at them at the end if you like, but while reading, don’t bother breaking the flow of the dialogue with pesty and largely unnecessary background notes.

You can also expect vengeance. Someone usually gets tricked into killing, eating, or killing and eating their own child. It happens.

But for work this ancient, the plays are surprisingly easy to get absorbed in. After all, they were meant for performance. It was assumed the audience knew the story, so drama and tension had to built in to keep them interested.

We Brake for Aeschylus

Start off with Aeschylus’s Agamemnon. It takes place with the end of the Trojan War, when Agamemnon arrives back home to Argos, a hero. His wife Clytemnestra awaits him. Of course, the play follows a long and bloody back-story: the family is typically and complicatedly cursed. Agamemnon’s father tricked his cousin Aegisthus’s father into killing and eating his sons (Aegisthus’s brothers), so he’s none too happy with Agamemnon. At the same time, Agamemnon scarified his and Clytemnestra’s daughter Iphigeneia in order to gain a favorable wind for his voyage to Troy. So despite her exaggerated claims of love and fidelity toward Agamemnon, Clytemnestra can’t be pleased either.



A great scene takes place that reveals the power play between prideful man and bitter wife. When Agamemnon gets home, he doesn’t even spare his wife a word, but gives a speech that is just short of “I’d like to thank the academy” about his war feats. The queen then induces him to walk on red cloth—a sign of dangerous hubris that would indicate Agamemnon thinks himself equal to the gods. At first he resists, but eventually gives in and walks the fateful red carpet. Clytemnestra has won.

It doesn’t bode well. At the same time, Aggy’s brought home a little something something- a prophet named Cassandra.

When he goes into the palace, the queen tries to get Cassandra out of the carriage, but she remains silent. Finally, though, she starts to sputter frantic and prophetical things (“of the grief, the grief of the city/ripped to oblivion”). Eventually, she proclaims “no more riddles” and gives it up: Agamemnon will die, and so will Clytemnestra; their son will then avenge his father’s death. I’ll save the climactic scene for you, but suffice to say it’s going down.

In my opinion, Clytemnestra makes the play, and makes it relevant to our time and place, when the we don’t take part in the revelry and theatre that was the context of this play (the festival of Dionysus, roughly 450 BCE). She is at first belittled (“rumours voiced by women come to nothing,” proclaims the chorus when Clytemnestra declares that Troy has been taken). She is treated with all brusqueness by her husband, ten years absent. She has also lost her daughter to a sacrifice at her husband’s hand. At the same time, there’s a lot not to pity: Clytemnestra has been shacking up with Aegisthus, and prepared to do what it takes to get rid of Agamemnon and take the throne. Aeschylus gives her a complexity and depth that he doesn’t quite spare Agamemnon, the title character. Along with the play’s ambivalence about war, the emotional territory of the play is far more sophisticated than its antiquity suggests.

In the end, the message is the same as all Greek tragedies, uttered by the Herald: “Who but a god can go through life unmarked?” Who, indeed.

--Allison Geller

Allison is an undergraduate at the University of Virginia, and a regular contributor to Uptown Literati. Her column, "The English Major," will appear every other Wednesday.

The Bibliophiles Guide to...Dupont Circle

The Bibliophiles Guide to...Dupont Circle, Washington, D.C. from Whitney Teal on Vimeo.


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Kramberbooks & afterwords

Books-a-Million

Red Onion Records & Books

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-- Whitney Teal

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Around the Web: Oprah's 'Precious' + RomCom Lessons

Oprah is said to have the magic touch—but why should Precious need it? [via Jezebel]

As far as transformations go, this one is a little beyond losing 20 pounds: little boy to little mermaid. [via Lemondrop]

When the Harry Potter movies were in the works, I dreamt of playing Hermione. But to hear Emma Watson tell it, it’s not all it’s cracked up to be. [via Nerve]

New York Fashion Week got colorful with the This Day/Arise African Fashion Collection, featuring unique prints and pieces. [via Fashion Bomb Daily]

When the fire is literally burning on the dance floor, never fear—you can put that baby out in style. [via LimeLife]

Full of learning and wisdom, the romantic comedy has many—or 10—pertinent life lessons to teach. [via The Frisky]

--Allison Geller

Monday, September 14, 2009

Oh Snap!: A Student's Right to Chose


Letting students read what they want doesn't seem too revolutionary, but it's causing quite a stir in the education community, headed by this 8th grade teacher, Lorrie McNeill. Her unique approach to assigned reading: there isn't any. As long as it's a book, anything goes.
--Allison Geller
Photo courtesy The New York Times

Uptown Literati x Clutch: Weekly Reading List


In case you've been living under a rock, not reading Uptown Literati's Twitter updates, and not paying attention to the right side of our Web site, we are officially part of the Clutch family! Nicole and I have been composing a weekly reading list for the online magazine on a regular basis for about a month now, and we're loving it. The best part is that we get to scour our mind banks for the most interesting books we've read, whether they be newsy non-fiction or canon-defining women's lit.

Check out our picks for this week over at Clutch!

--Whitney Teal

Friday, September 11, 2009

Hedes + Dekes: 'Sex & the City' Scribe Launches 'Broadroom'

Candace Bushnell, that sassy chick lit author who is responsible for the ladies of "Sex & the City" and "Lipstick Jungle," is back at it with her Web show, "Broadroom."


[The cheeky broad herself, Candace Bushnell]

We can tell from the cheeky title that it will probably discuss women in the corporate America. But we're just guessing. MediaBistro's FishbowlNY blog covered the launch of the show on Maybelline.com, which was star-studded.

We were at the premiere at Fred's, the eatery inside Barney's flasgship where Bushnell and the stars of the show, Jennie Garth ("Beverly Hills, 90210"), Jennifer Esposito ("Samantha Who?"), Talia Balsam ("Mad Men"), among others, were all expertly working the red carpet.

After about 45 minutes of meeting and greeting, MORE editor Lesley Jane Seymour took to the podium to welcome everyone and introduce Bushnell. The lady of the hour thanked the various corporate marketing departments that brought "Broadroom" into being: MORE magazine, its parent company the Meredith Corp. and Maybelline. A quick thanks to Ellen Gittelsohn, the shows director, her agent and the cast, and then viewing commenced.


Watch the show on Maybelline.com.

--Whitney Teal

Check back for more smart chick lit coverage when "The Chick Lit Chick" column debuts next week.

Oh Snap!: Bedtime Story

For this dapper chap, we guess nothing is more conducive for an afternoon nap than having his fill of reading The Menage of Fascism & Anarchy.

--Nicole Crowder

Wednesday, September 9, 2009

Oh Snap!: Well Trained


New Yorkers don't let jerky stops and loud cell phone conversations distract their concentration: these urbanites have the art of reading on the Subway down to an art.
--Allison Geller

Photo: The New York Times, who have also put together an entire slideshow on the art of subway reading! Click here to check it out.

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

Around the Web: 'Glee's In + Summer's Out

The glory days of Chuck Bass and Serena van der Woodsen are over, says Nerve, making room for a new kind of a high school reality that we’ll all be singing our praises for. [via Nerve]

A little adorable never hurt anyone: revel in this video of panda’s first trip to the doctor. Open wide and say “aw!” [via Jezebel]

We all secretly wonder what it’s like to be an Obama. Live vicariously with this photo album of how Malia and Sasha spent their summer vacation—Martha’s Vineyard, Paris, and the Grand Canyon among the sites these lucky presidential daughters got to see. [via Essence]

Sick of peeing in nasty public toilets? A new product called “Go Girl” may be just what you’re looking for. [via Feministing]

France wants you to protect yourself! Though something tells me this ad campaign wouldn’t be so well received chez nous. [via The Frisky]

--Allison Geller

Friday, September 4, 2009

The Russki Files: Remembering Gogol, Nose and All

Sometimes, I like to imagine that the world of Russian literature is a 21st century high school with all the classic stereotypes. Mikhail Bulgakov, playwright and author of The Master and Margarita, would be the drama geek who comes to life onstage with lofty dreams and operatic crescendos pounding in his heart. Fyodor Dostoevsky would be the quiet, poetic boy with a saintly face that can, without warning, alight with a devilish grin. Aleksandr Pushkin, essentially the founder of Russian literature as we know it, would be the captain of the football team, the rock star, the most popular senior whom everyone wants to become or date. Nikolai Vasilievich Gogol, author of Dead Souls, The Inspector General, and many short stories, would be the nerd whose underwear is run up a flagpole every day during gym class.

This is not to say that Gogol was untalented. He had one of the most distinctive voices of the nineteenth century, and his works are still regarded as some of the most influential in world literature. But even with all this acclaim, he still comes across as a little pathetic.

His classmates, for self-explanatory reasons, nicknamed him “the mysterious dwarf.” He was a short, sallow, somewhat doughy man with round eyes and a long, pointed nose. It is clear from his writings that his nose was a serious source of misery for him. In Dead Souls’ “The Nose,” a low-ranking public official wakes up one morning without a nose, then spots it parading around the city in a uniform, putting on airs and out-ranking him. In “The Overcoat,” a policeman in the process of arresting a ghost takes snuff to revive his frostbitten nose, but the ghost is allergic and sneezes all over the policeman. Gogol also makes several disparaging nose references about his other characters, so clearly there was something of a fixation here.

Throughout his life, Gogol’s literary career appeared less than illustrious. He had recurrent trouble with the censors (not that this was unique to Gogol’s struggle—in fact, it was pretty much a guarantee for any Russian writer up until quite recently). In 1837, when the revered Pushkin was shot in a duel and died, a mourning Gogol returned from abroad, hoping to be hailed as the nation’s new greatest writer. Still, no one took him seriously.

The publication of Dead Souls in 1842 did bring him considerable merit, but over the next 10 years, his health and sanity considerably declined. With fasting and self-flagellation, he adopted a harshly ascetic lifestyle and sank into a creative depression. The last ten days of his life were spent burning manuscripts, claiming that the Devil had tricked him into burning said manuscripts, refusing all food, and dying in agony.

And yet Gogol’s strangeness, his nose fixation, and his pathetic end cannot negate his greatness as a writer. The details of his style were almost anachronistically playful, such as his description of a village in “How Ivan Ivanovich Quarreled with Ivan Nikiforovich:” “. . . Looking at it from a distance, only roofs are visible, rising one above another, and greatly [resemble] a plate full of pancakes.” In bizarre stories like “The Nose,” he wrote semi-absurdist stories before absurdism was even a real movement. In “The Diary of a Madman,” he wrote of one man’s decline into madness with an uncanny (and again, anachronistic) understanding of a lunatic’s logic—stemming, no doubt, from the author’s own struggles with insanity. And more than anything, in a time when wealth and bureaucracy ruled Russia, Gogol was an advocate of the lowest of the low, the downtrodden, the unfathomably awkward.

It is hard to reconcile such an outstanding legacy with such a miserable life. I can only hope that, wherever he is, Gogol has found peace and realized his own worth—and most of all, I hope he understands now that noses are beautiful in every size and shape.

--Emmaline Silverman

Image by Bublik

Thursday, September 3, 2009

Voices: Investigating 'In Cold Blood'

When the Clutter family was murdered in Holcomb, Kansas on November 15, 1959 with no trace of a suspect, chief investigator Alvin Dewey declared that in order to crack the case, his team had to “know the Clutters better than they ever knew themselves.”

Truman Capote adopted this goal for himself when he began to write his revolutionary non-fiction novel, In Cold Blood. The detail, the sensitivity to character and depth of setting, prove that he knew not only the Clutters, but their killers Dick Hickock and Perry Smith and the entire town of Holcomb better than they knew themselves. The detail of the portrait, the smoothness of all its edges, is really remarkable: the name of the movie Bobby Rupp and Nancy Clutter were planning to see on Sunday night, the direction the wind was blowing the night of the murder, Perry Smith’s dreams and Dick’s attitude toward Perry’s blood-shedding abilities. The book is so profoundly well-researched that it seems all to have sprung from the author’s mind.

It is both exhausting and mystifying to imagine the research that went into the book: how many hours of interviews, how many shoeboxes of cassette tapes, how many pages of letters, diaries, and newspaper clippings. And on top of the research time, there was also time spent getting to know Holcomb and gaining its trust. A down-to-earth, agricultural small town like Holcomb surely narrowed its eyes when Capote, a flamingly homosexual New York intellectual, waltzed in with hopes of writing about the recent tragedy that struck the community like lightning.

Yet it is clear that Capote did gain Holcomb’s trust, as well as the murderers’ trust, for without it, he would not have been able to develop such nuanced, fully breathing characters. The character development is impeccable, and humanizes the characters—particularly Perry and Dick—as only a master could. The first time we meet Perry (on page 14 in the Vintage International edition), he seems like an eccentric (he obsesses over maps and has a habit of staring trance-like into mirrors, to name a few quirks) but probably unthreatening fellow. We know he is waiting for Dick, but we do not know how they know each other or what their ultimate goals are. It is not until page 22 that we learn that they had celled together at Kansas State Penitentiary. At this point, Capote begins inserting hints as to the plan, such as Dick saying “I didn’t want him to see me taking the gun out of the house” or reminding Perry that “anyone they encountered would not live to bear witness.” Thus, the development of the murder plot is slow, and by the time the reader really understands what is happening, these other details of these two characters’ lives and personalities (Perry’s love of interesting words, Dick’s two marriages, Perry’s recurring dream of a giant parrot grasping him with his talons and flying away) have been filled in enough that they come off as humans, not just as murderers.

The one discrepancy in the book, the one irreconcilable break from reality, is the absence of Capote himself from the narrative. He makes one or two veiled references to a writer from New York, but otherwise, he is invisible, whereas we know from the depth of research that he must have been, in fact, a weighty presence in the town. But of course, changing the non-fiction novel to a first person narrative would have irrevocably altered the texture. As it is, In Cold Blood is a chillingly omniscient and perceptive examination of small-town America, the legal system, the criminally insane, and human characters who committed a gruesome murder.

--Emmaline Silverman

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

Oh Snap! Like Riding a Bike

Once learned, reading is a skill that can't be forgotten.

--Allison Geller

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