April 14th, 2012
apoetreflects:

“How did it happen that [one] can write two bad novels and then a third which is a great deal better [one that is accepted by the first publisher to see it and then goes on to win the National Book Award for Fiction]?
This is an interesting question, one which, however, I do not pretend to be able to answer.  I can only report that something did happen and it happened all of a sudden.  Other writers have reported a similar experience.  It is not like learning a skill or a game at which, with practice, one gradually improves.  One works hard all right, but what comes, comes all of a sudden and as a breakthrough.  One hits on something.  What happens is a period of unsuccessful effort during which one works very hard—and fails. There follows a period of discouragement.
Then there comes a paradoxical moment of collapse-and-renewal in which one somehow breaks with the past and starts afresh.  All past efforts are through into the wastebasket; all advice forgotten.  The slate is wiped clean.  It is almost as if the discouragement were necessary, that one has first to encounter despair before one is entitled to hope.  Then a time comes when one takes a pencil and a fresh sheet of paper and begins.  Begins, really for the first time.”
—Walker Percy, “From Facts to Fiction” in Signposts in a Strange Land, edited by Patrick Samway (The Noonday Press, 1991)

apoetreflects:

“How did it happen that [one] can write two bad novels and then a third which is a great deal better [one that is accepted by the first publisher to see it and then goes on to win the National Book Award for Fiction]?

This is an interesting question, one which, however, I do not pretend to be able to answer.  I can only report that something did happen and it happened all of a sudden.  Other writers have reported a similar experience.  It is not like learning a skill or a game at which, with practice, one gradually improves.  One works hard all right, but what comes, comes all of a sudden and as a breakthrough.  One hits on something.  What happens is a period of unsuccessful effort during which one works very hard—and fails. There follows a period of discouragement.

Then there comes a paradoxical moment of collapse-and-renewal in which one somehow breaks with the past and starts afresh.  All past efforts are through into the wastebasket; all advice forgotten.  The slate is wiped clean.  It is almost as if the discouragement were necessary, that one has first to encounter despair before one is entitled to hope.  Then a time comes when one takes a pencil and a fresh sheet of paper and begins.  Begins, really for the first time.”

—Walker Percy, “From Facts to Fiction” in Signposts in a Strange Land, edited by Patrick Samway (The Noonday Press, 1991)

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April 13th, 2012

wordbrooklyn:

There is a somewhat crazy number of boxes in our basement right now due to World Book Night, which is suddenly almost here!

(Don’t worry, they’ll be stashed behind the curtains before tonight’s event.)

I will be among the authors giving away books at this event next weekend at Word. Looking forward to it. 

Reblogged from WORD
April 13th, 2012
Heaven have mercy on us all—Presbyterians and Pagans alike—for we are all somehow dreadfully cracked about the head, and sadly need mending.

Herman Melville, Moby Dick

April 13th, 2012

The Significant Objects book, to which I contributed, is now available for pre-order.

April 11th, 2012
Go out upon that, build yourself a hut, & there begin the grand process of devouring yourself alive.

Ellery Channing to Thoreau, according to Wikipedia.

April 6th, 2012
I think the artist, even more than government, has become the one who is doing long-term thinking about what’s happening, what are the implications, what are we doing to ourselves?

The money quote from my interview with Douglas Rushkoff, over at Fast Company’s Co.Create.

April 4th, 2012
If you write for God you will reach many men and bring them joy. If you write for men—you may make some money and you may give someone a little joy and you may make a noise in the world, for a little while. If you write for yourself, you can read what you yourself have written and after ten minutes you will be so disgusted that you will wish that you were dead.

Thomas Merton

February 27th, 2012

The Kobo I bought with my Amazon gift card balance is here. 

February 27th, 2012

Thanks for the Support

My meager rebellion against Amazon, which has delisted my book in its contract dispute with IPG, continues to get coverage. First from Melville House and GalleyCat, and now from the Chicago Sun-Times and Shelf Awareness.

I’d especially like to thank WORD bookstore in Brooklyn and Changing Hands in Tempe, both of which are featuring my book as a result of the dust-up. I’ve never even been to Tempe! (Though I was born in Tucson.)

February 23rd, 2012
Next I blew my entire Amazon gift card balance on — and this is the delicious part — a Kobo Touch eReader. That’s right. Amazon doesn’t handle these directly, of course, but you can spend gift card balances with Amazon merchants, which is how I was able to buy the Kobo. It should arrive in a week and then, as a reader at least, I’ll be Amazon-free.

Now that my book has been delisted — thanks to a contractual dispute between Amazon and IPG — I’m kicking the Amazon habit

February 22nd, 2012
I don’t want to make any heated edicts or promises I can’t keep, but Amazon seems bent on forcing me to reconsider my agnosticism. I note all this, despite the fact that it exposes me as less than ideaologically pure, because I want to warn Amazon how they are alienating content producers — even friendly ones — bit by bit.

Wherein I get caught in the Amazon fray and am forced to reconsider my agnosticism.

February 13th, 2012

Social TV in Three Acts

I just finished writing a three-part series about social TV for Fast Company’s new Co.Create site. Here are the three parts:

February 10th, 2012
thecomposites:

Sam Spade, The Maltese Falcon, Dashiell Hammett
Samuel Spade’s jaw was long and bony, his chin a jutting v under the more flexible v of his mouth. His nostrils curved back to make another, smaller, v. His yellow-grey eyes were horizontal. The V motif was picked up again by thickish brows rising outward from twin creases above a hooked nose, and his pale brown hair grew down—from high flat temples—in a point on his forehead. He looked rather pleasantly like a blond Satan. (Suggested by http://exygoddess.tumblr.com )

Brian is feeding descriptions of literary characters into a police-sketch-generator and tumbling the results. This is Sam Spade.

thecomposites:

Sam Spade, The Maltese Falcon, Dashiell Hammett

Samuel Spade’s jaw was long and bony, his chin a jutting v under the more flexible v of his mouth. His nostrils curved back to make another, smaller, v. His yellow-grey eyes were horizontal. The V motif was picked up again by thickish brows rising outward from twin creases above a hooked nose, and his pale brown hair grew down—from high flat temples—in a point on his forehead. He looked rather pleasantly like a blond Satan. (Suggested by http://exygoddess.tumblr.com )

Brian is feeding descriptions of literary characters into a police-sketch-generator and tumbling the results. This is Sam Spade.

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February 6th, 2012

Busy Week

A bunch of stuff going on this week:

PRAISE FOR
WHY THEY CRIED



"... demonstrates real insight into the way we live now."
–The Rumpus

"Reminiscent of George Saunders and James Thurber, Why They Cried is a great collection of modern tales."
–Hannah Tinti, author of The Good Thief and co-founder of One Story

"Jim Hanas has a remarkable talent for imagining and crafting uncanny little worlds that make me vaguely nervous. And yet I never want to leave."
–Rob Walker, co-founder of Significant Objects

"A tender and smart assembly of fiction about people trying to communicate—with each other, the world—and all the ways they fail. Fail better, fail beautifully."
–Fiona Maazel, author of Last Last Chance

Jim Hanas is the author of the short story collection Why They Cried (Joyland eBooks/ECW Press) and social media editor at The New York Observer.

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