Month: November 2020

Kaie Kellough is hot stuff these days. Poetry, performance, fiction. He’s nailing it all. But like most Black people, he’s struggled to get here. The Quill interviews him about award culture, performance vs. page, and his next steps to see more people like himself reach the top.

Kellough admits he’s had to come to terms with the fact that as a writer of colour it’s not always easy to get published. Although the Canadian publishing landscape has changed dramatically in the last few years, he found it difficult to have his work taken seriously. Kellough gravitated toward the oral tradition, where he found support among Black writers and artists.

“I felt literary circles to be really difficult,” he says. “So many more opportunities were coming to me from the world of performance: opportunities to collaborate, to record, to travel. Print seemed to have dried up, and publishing always involved knocking on someone else’s door and waiting on their decision, always wondering whether I met someone else’s standard. In many cases that standard was limited and might not even value what I was attempting. It felt disempowering.”

Looks like Joe Byedon took Arizona even as Adonlph Trumpler changes the defence brass to loyalists in preparation for… what, exactly? Going to be an interesting couple months, as I said. Might as well keep up on the book news though, for some reason. It’s important that we keep our normal blahblahblah, said the soon to be subjugated quantum unit of The Masses.

• Matt Hollett (a Newf, don’t let the Montreal setting fool you) wins the CBC poetry prize with a Covid poem;
• Indie bookstores thrive because they adapt to connect;
• Faber knocking it out of the park;
• Who will replace Alex Trebek on Jeopardy!? LEVAAARRR BURRRRRTONNNN!;
• Book ceremony snags Obama;
• Not even the rich kids are safe! Harvard Bookstore closes;
• On the language of illness;
• Hay employee Caitlin MacNamara to fight on after courts declines to pursue justice against UAE royal — this is why feminism is a vital force in our world;
• Black authors vs fascism;
• Tom Clancy lived in Baltimore? No wonder he wrote war books;
• Friday Fun: Quiz on the parts of a book (9/10 for me);
• Can publishers afford to publish a post-Trump Trump book?;
• China digs the self-help books;
• Michael Cohen’s Trump book is becoming the movie no one wanted;
• I’m forever amazed by which artists get “cancelled” and which don’t… Sure, most we know of did deserve it, but there are a good few running around out there who have managed to escape notice despite egregious behaviour known widely in the community… Whatever they are doing to maintain their cover, it didn’t work for Wagner;
• How to teach kids media literacy (first step, IMHO, wait until they’re old enough to reason with before you give them access to media);
• Ever since Wollstonecraft Bushgate broke, I’ve seen a lot of Mary confusion… Shelley vs. the Dub Rock… here’s how to tell them apart (besides, you know, having listened in school);

An interesting personal essay on how Toni Morrison’s The Bluest Eye led the author to the realization that race and gender are deeply intertwined.

The semester after I encountered The Bluest Eye, a guest speaker visited another literature class. Because he was invited by my favorite professor, it never occurred to me to view this guest with anything other than awe. He dazzled us with readings from his own work and discussion of literary traditions more generally. Toward the end of the class period, he asked whether we could name the latest winner of the Nobel Prize for literature. Someone offered, “Toni Morrison.”  The guest confirmed the answer and asked if we could list past winners. A string of men’s names followed. I had heard of most of them, but not all. Soon, familiarity with the authors proved irrelevant because the purpose of the exercise became clear. The guest declared, “Toni Morrison won this year’s Nobel prize. You know, it’s a good time to be Black and a woman.”

Suddenly, I felt several sets of eyes on me. Students’ eyes. The guest speaker was too caught up in himself to look in my direction. I was uncomfortable and avoiding the glances that came my way, but I remember looking at my favorite professor, who was watching his guest with pride. The presentation delighted him. 

• Simon and Schuster seems to be able to sell anything, except itself;
• Canadian universities ironically celebrate press week while constantly shafting non-university publishers and writers;
• Some year end lists are appearing: Time, TLS, New Statesman, etc.
• Chicago libraries eliminate fines, renew relevance;
• I’m gonna go out on a limb and say these 10 NaNoWriMo books that are supposed to inspire you to finish your shitty, dashed-off novel in a month have certain shitty, dashed-off air to them;
• Winner of winners in Women’s Prize is Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie;
• I like BookRiot: it’s pretty light, run reading usually, and staunchly pro-book… but today they’re posting about how to keep up “a bookish lifestyle without actually reading“… tsk;
• Eudora Welty on growing up bookish;
• Kama Sutra font porn (Vaguely NSFW, if your place of business is not your home office with the curtains closed and your track pants round your ankles);
• You know, when I was a young actor struggling to find even one role for a chubby redhead, I envied Jason Priestly with his big eyes and perfect sideburns and slightly worried/bewildered eyebrows… Now he just looks like a guy who got to the pub two hours before me… Oh, and he’s in a Linwood Barclay adaptation;

No, not in my books. Though I can see the appeal: it’s just nice to see some sort of engagement beyond a fake flag hug and no fear of multisyllabic words that aren’t “tremendous”. This fella in the Guardian talks about being won over by the quotes, though. I suppose that’s fine, if a bit simplistic. I mean, he’s a centre-right placeholder, folks. Better than what we have? Yes. The best case scenario? No. Regardless of who he quotes. I hope he proves me wrong. (Secret: I see a scenario in which Biden passes while in office, we get Kamala for the next four years (after she defeats Ivanka or Jr.) and then AOC runs in 2028. But I’m playing political fantasy football here.)

There is a depth in Biden’s response to Heaney that clearly goes beyond mere political convenience. He has suffered terrible losses in his life and perhaps he finds particular solace in this poet who voyages into the underworld and speaks with the departed. This appreciation of one of the wisest and subtlest of poets marks out Biden as a truly rare politician.

In general it is a good thing that poets are not, as Shelley claimed, the true legislators of the world. Would you want the antisemitic TS Eliot, Mussolini-supporting Ezra Pound or petty racist Philip Larkin influencing politics? But Heaney was that truly rare thing: a great imaginative artist who was also a wise and noble human being.

This author talks about why she paid many times her original advance to get the rights back to her early work so she could revise and reissue. I never even received a contract for my first book, much less any money for it. So I laid it out myself and reissued it as a free PDF earlier in the year. Still up there if you want a peek.

I was 28 years old, without a literary agent, when I was offered my first publishing deal. Though I’d never met the editor interested in my work, I assumed all editors wanted to be friends with the writers whose work they respected. I knew I desperately wanted to be friends with any editor who respected me.

I realized, nearly a decade too late, that this editor was never my friend.

Shamefully, I would repeat this pattern of assumed friendship in publishing with folks who, to their credit, never called me a friend. The only thing I did remotely well during my failed relationships with publishing was read, write, and reread. Rereading The Bluest Eye taught me how to value what I’d been told I could not see. Rereading The Fire Next Time taught me how to value the messy work of love in America. Rereading Going to the Territory taught me that “human being” was a verb. Rereading Kindred taught me to will my husky Black body beyond spectacle and into a generative space that needed to look back, back, forth, and forth.

Giller Prize news and other things that aren’t that. Just imagine late January when we don’t have to talk about Trump or literary awards anymore…

• It couldn’t have happened to a nicer person: Souvankham Thammavongsa wins the Giller Prize and 100,000 smackerinos;
• Why does funny get short-shrift in literature?;
• On starting her city’s first and only Black-owned bookstore;
• How will America’s reading habits change post-Trump?;
• Words of the Year should start appearing on dictionary pages soon… first up is Collins with “lockdown”… seems apt;
• Also coming on strong: bookish gift lists;
• PRH creates new US Spanish language division;
• On making SciFi a little more… wait for it… universal;
• New film on bookmaking in a digital age;
• Did you know the SFF world has grants for “working class/poor” writers?;
• On our appetite for cannibals;
• Mary Wollstonecraft finally gets statue;
• An auction to win personalized postcards from authors? I’m just happy if someone buys a book (WordFest is doing this too, but giving away notes for free to lucky winners);

It’s like an action movie where the hero defuses the nuclear bomb with 1 second left on the timer, and everyone cheers, but I’m like, “Look at the trail of dead bodies behind him and FFS, THERE’S STILL AN ARMED NUKE RIGHT THERE!”

So…. Let the next three months of democracy shattering shenanigans begin!

And then, of course (assuming there’s no actual civil war that breaks out), there’s four years from now when every nutbar in every dark hole in America will worm their way out to run for office. The world won’t be free of dumb-crazy America until they spend 50 years shoring up education down there to offset the last fifty years they’ve spent eroding it. But… but… Kamala! Yes, she’s a pro-incarceration former cop, but she’s also Black, Asian, and a Woman of significant eloquence, skill, and energy. Bam. Even old greasy Joe, shirtlessly washing his Trans Am in the Whitehouse driveway. It’s amazing how a two-party-system can make the centre-right option look like the left, ain’t it? Says something about where Western democracy is headed.

• It’s Giller day! AKA CanLit Xmas (but only for one person). Will post winner later;
• Author photos…. Can I just use one from when I was young, so no one has to look at all this?;
• Book sales rise in US;
• Margaret Atwood in the Guardian is almost always a treat;
• Young UK Writer of the Year Award shortlist;
• Republicans vs the Chinese scifi author;
• Essential works of punk rock literature;
• The case for continuing to swim in the Goodreads septic tank;
• Do you read on your laptop? What’s the best free ebook app for Mac or PC?;
• On solving the “world’s most difficult [and pointless?] literary puzzle“;
• Indie booksellers vs Covid makes the network news (what we would have once called “broadcast news”, back in the day);
• RIP: Natan Zach, Israeli poet laureate, dead at 89;
• Anthony Burgess, the poet: A Clockwork…. what rhymes with Orange?;

The Guardian collects bits from readers who have used lockdown to cross books off their “must read before I die” lists. I have actually read LESS during the pandemic, mostly because I spend my days trying to NOT think, or at least to think about my own work. Have dipped into the back catalogues of some ond and new favourites. For example, Old: Carl Phillips (god, he is so good); new: Jericho Brown (also amazing, and harrowing); old: Dune by Herbert (was it always this complex?), new: Indians on Vacation, Tomas King (hilarious and smart). Next up: The Good German by Dennis Bock, and for classics, I’ll probably just go back to Sylvia and Ted. So sue me.

What books have you crossed off?

I will NOT note that there’s a glimmer of hope in the air because that is the surest way I know of to alert the crustacean-shaped aliens that we’re finally ripe for harvesting. I have no desire to be cracked open, dipped in melted garlic butter, and consumed in set of chitinous mandibles. Not yet, anyway. Maybe if the count goes poorly. We’ll see. I reserve the right to signal the aliens, as the need for full extinction arises.

• QWF prizes handed out, including Kaie Kellough for fiction;
• Kirkus Prizes handed out;
• Industry insiders make Giller predictions;
• Five writers on CBC poetry shortlist;
• When I read my armchair physics and cosmology books, including several of Rovelli’s, I am transported into possibility… who knew it went both ways?;
• PRH keeps extending ebook terms as needed during the pandemic;
• Sweet Tome Alabama? On country house libraries;
• How anthologies can help rescue old forgotten books;
• Lear was written in a plague… Will this one yield anything as good?;
• What was the first audiobook?;
• Psst! Hey, buddy, wanna buy an H? How about an M and a second H too?;
• Hope springs eternal: Dates for the 2021 London Book Fair;
• Ivan Coyote, a ‘Ninja fav, will publish a book of pandemic correspondence;