New Yorkers looking for a new and fascinating installation to experience need look no further: Ethan Ham, a former Drunken Boat contributor, has collaborated with Tom Thayer and Keith Connolly on an installation that will be at the Sculpture Center in Long Island City, Queens until March 19th. In Ethan’s words, “The installation, called ‘The Spaniard + the Hudson Eel,’ incorporates a computer text adventure game, video, and the sculpture center’s space itself.” Sounds pretty awesome, right?
For more information and some gorgeous pictures, see http://sculpture-center.org/exhibitionsExhibition.htm?id=86992, and congratulations to Ethan and his colleagues on the opening of this wonderful installation!
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Right now, I’m in the middle of way too many books… I’m reading Witold Rybczynski’s Looking Around, a great collection of short essays about looking at architecture. I just finished Rybczynski’s Makeshift Metropolis, his book on urban planning. He’s a great writer for anybody with a lay-interest in architecture. Along the same lines, I’m reading Ways of Seeing by John Berger—I’ve been interested in non-fiction about other art forms—architecture, photography, painting, etc.—mostly to see what, as a writer, I can learn from people thinking and writing about visual art. I just picked up Julio Cortazar’s From the Observatory, a really beautiful book combining Cortazar’s photographs of an abandoned observatory with writing that is, so far, the strangest Cortazar I’ve read. I try to think about everything I read as research for the novel I’m working on, even though the only thing I’m reading right now that really counts toward that is V.S. Ramachandran’s The Tell-Tale Brain. One of the characters in my novel-in-progress has synesthesia, so I’m reading Ramachandran’s book about his research into synesthesia (and, more generally, the way our brains work). I’m also reading Virginia Woolf’s A Writer’s Diary, an interesting, and often humorous, collection of Woolf’s journal entries on writing (and reading).
“The Tiny Tent Task Force seeks to fill every city with minuscule reminders of Occupy’s continuing presence. Although started in Boston, Tiny Tents have now been seen on three continents. They have appeared in police stations, bailout bank ATMs, train stations, book stores, libraries, college campuses, public parks, and in homes.”
I’ve been on a Herta Muller jag recently having read The Appointment,The Land of Green Plums, Traveling On One Leg and now Passport. I read her for her extraordinary language constellations and patterns–that intensely beautiful and encoded lexicon, her ability to render in a sensate narrative life under the likes of Ceausescu, the Romanian dictator. Deeply affecting, alarming, troubling, but also poignant, engrossing and deeply satisfying.
I find myself spending a lot of time with Amos Tutuola’s The Palm-Wine Drinkard these days. What a bewitching and riveting thing it is–not a book at all it seems–something utterly transfixing.
The Conference of the Birds, Peter Sis’s adaptation of the 12th century Persian poem. I can spend days on a single page.
I’m also reading Erik Ehn’s The Saint Plays. After Stein he is certainly my favorite saint writer!
And lastly, The Preparation of the Novel by Roland Barthes. The perfect book to dip in and of I find. For those of us *always* preparing a novel, it serves as profoundly consoling form of company. This was completed just a short time before Barthes’ death and includes eight plans for the novel that remained unwritten in him.
