Happy New Year's everyone, no buttons to push. I am currently plotting out all the aspects of the Fabric experience. I have worked for these Silicon Valley funded startup types for 5 years,* I know how they think. I do not want this app to fall into their expectation category. How do you set in place a set of standards, while maintaining flexibility––i.e. making the Boracay Fabric distinct from the Bali Fabric, within one kickass app? This is groundbreaking stuff––rather have one deep thinker (me) working on it than a hundred.
Have started in on Jonathan Franzen's The Corrections, another hostel find, after the ho-hum, fall asleep coma experience of Philipp Kerr's Field Grey. What a terrible book! Ok, I am going to make a major admission: I have studiously avoided Franzen (though he lives in my old stomping grounds, Santa Cruz) all of my life. Ditto David Foster Wallace. Don DeLillo - I got two chapters into one of his and lost all interest. As much as I admire the mental dexterity involved in these modern "giants" prodigiously large tomes I also consider them pretentious and boring.**I have no idea why, but capital L literature of the American variety took a major wrong turn a decade or two ago. Who will be read in a century or two, beyond the academy? None that I can think of.
That said, Franzen is definitely more accessible than DeLillo and makes a suspense thriller out of a geriatric couple's daily existence, which is admirable in a way. Just don't expect me to give up on my nutty idea that I am a more readable and authentic penner of words than our cherished literary cummerbunds.
Endurancewriter (SEO Alert) Damon Shulenberger aka Endurance Writer. Because good writing endures and it takes endurance to kickass.
*De facto full time, meaning I get taxed more and have no job security or real chance of getting a major loan. But somehow marginally solvent. Impressive to be a full-time writer in this day and age, I've been told.
**Michael Chabon is a little better––I squirmed through his first novel with some semblance of enjoyment. I like the concept of The Yiddish Policemen's Union, though I have not read it. If I come across it at a hostel, I very likely will. But basically, my point stands... a lot of presumptive literary classics these days are strained. Donna Tartt––there is an author I should revisit.
Have started in on Jonathan Franzen's The Corrections, another hostel find, after the ho-hum, fall asleep coma experience of Philipp Kerr's Field Grey. What a terrible book! Ok, I am going to make a major admission: I have studiously avoided Franzen (though he lives in my old stomping grounds, Santa Cruz) all of my life. Ditto David Foster Wallace. Don DeLillo - I got two chapters into one of his and lost all interest. As much as I admire the mental dexterity involved in these modern "giants" prodigiously large tomes I also consider them pretentious and boring.**I have no idea why, but capital L literature of the American variety took a major wrong turn a decade or two ago. Who will be read in a century or two, beyond the academy? None that I can think of.
That said, Franzen is definitely more accessible than DeLillo and makes a suspense thriller out of a geriatric couple's daily existence, which is admirable in a way. Just don't expect me to give up on my nutty idea that I am a more readable and authentic penner of words than our cherished literary cummerbunds.
Endurancewriter (SEO Alert) Damon Shulenberger aka Endurance Writer. Because good writing endures and it takes endurance to kickass.
*De facto full time, meaning I get taxed more and have no job security or real chance of getting a major loan. But somehow marginally solvent. Impressive to be a full-time writer in this day and age, I've been told.
**Michael Chabon is a little better––I squirmed through his first novel with some semblance of enjoyment. I like the concept of The Yiddish Policemen's Union, though I have not read it. If I come across it at a hostel, I very likely will. But basically, my point stands... a lot of presumptive literary classics these days are strained. Donna Tartt––there is an author I should revisit.
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