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Monday, December 14th, 2009

Oh, my.

My editor at CZP just sent me this review, from Publisher's Weekly:

The World More Full of Weeping
Robert J. Wiersema. ChiZine (www.chizine.com/chizinepub), $12.95 paper (104p) ISBN 9780980941098
Wiersema’s haunting novella–whose title aptly references a line in William Butler Yeats’ poem “The Stolen Child”—revolves around an 11-year old boy named Brian whose love of the woods behind his father’s house in rural southwestern British Columbia leads him to supernatural discoveries—namely Carly, an ethereal girl. Carly shows the boy a breathtakingly beautiful “hidden world” in the forest. When Brian disappears one day, his father is forced to revisit obscure memories from his own youth—memories that involve the mysterious forest and a girl named Carly. Powered by a sublime sense of wistfulness and a setting that is simultaneously natural and otherworldly, Wiersema’s novella seamlessly blends literary fiction with mythic fantasy to create a lyrical, surreal and deeply melancholic reading experience. The book also includes an essay entitled “Places and Names,” in which the author explores the signification of “personal geography” and explains how his fictional town of Henderson (the setting for his story) was created. (Sept.)

Do you think "Wiersema’s novella seamlessly blends literary fiction with mythic fantasy to create a lyrical, surreal and deeply melancholic reading experience." is too long for a tattoo?

Insanity

Tuesday, December 8th, 2009

It has been noted — by folks far wiser than yours truly — that a good operating definition of "insanity" is "doing the same thing over and over, expecting different results".  By that measure, at least, one could, I suppose, question my sanity.

I certainly am.

Really, I should know better by now, shouldn't I?

Certainly after the great "type out the monster" marathon of 2008, you would think that I would have recognized that typing out the manuscript as I go is the ideal, right?  You would think that I would settle into a comfortable routine of "write in the morning, type in the evening", wouldn't you?  Especially considering this very wise passage from that monstrous manuscript:

It took me another hour, sipping at my second coffee of the day, to type in the day’s pages, making a few changes as I went.  When I printed out the pages, I wrote the date in the bottom margin and set the sheets face-down on the top of the stack on the second shelf of the bookcase.

Wise words, no?  A perfectly reasonable approach, yes?

So how is it, exactly, that I've ended up doing it again: writing a full story, and now having to input it all at once?

(sigh)

The good news, I suppose, is that the story is done, as of yesterday morning.  And it's not that long — another morning of  typing will have it done, and ready for revision.

Still, though, it's a good lesson, and a timely one: build a routine wherein I write in the morning, and type later in the day.  DO NOT let the manuscript build up.  DO NOT fall into the trap of "it's important to the flow that I not go back and type what I've already written; I'll wait and type it all at once".

If only there were somewhere that I could write that down, so I don't forget when I start on the new novel…

Meanwhile, in another part of my psyche:

Yes, the story is done.  No, I can't give you the details on where and when it will appear.  Soon, though. Soon a press release will magically appear, and it will be copied here with much rubbing together of hands.  And by "soon" I mean "within the next 24 hours or so", so not long now.

In the meantime, though, do please listen to this interview I recorded last week with Joseph Planta for thecommentary.ca.  (Yes, listen — Mom, this is a podcast.  Just click where it says to click, then sit back and wait for sound to come out of your speakers.  Everyone else, you can listen on the site, or download the piece and listen to me while you work out.  Heh.)

And for the record, I recorded this on a lunch-break last week, in the waning stages of "Omigod, I'm gonna die", which saw me feverish and a bit delusional.  I'm not actually sure of what I said*, so if there's anything bizarre (or, you know, wise), I'm blaming the fever.  Or the drugs.

(*caveat added upon reading the phrase "they also discuss growing up in Agassiz" and having NO recall of how I handled the question…)

All right, back to my typing…

Link-apalooza

Wednesday, December 2nd, 2009

Good morning, y'all.

If you're joining us from the Advent Books blog, drawn, no doubt, by my sly wit, my cogent commentary and my rakish good looks, well… sorry.  That was a bit of false advertising — there'll be none of that here.  This is a place for obsessive minutaie-gazing, occasional personal commentary, and a fair bit about music.  Nevertheless – welcome!  There's coffee on (because, as my agent says, "Rob, it's always the damn coffee with you!"), and a lot to explore…

And for my regular readers, all both of you: hey.  How are ya?

Had a bit of a rough morning, writing-wise.  I got the words down, but it was a bit like pulling teeth.  The nice thing I've found, though, is that when I re-read a full draft of a story or book, I can't discern between the rough writing days and the "so in the groove I don't want to stop" writing days.

I've got to get ready for work, but my computer has been running slow so I figure I should start closing some tabs.

First up, my piece at the previously mentioned Advent Books blog — a recommendation of The Absolute V for Vendetta.  And if you aren't already watching that blog, you should be — Sean and Julie are putting together a month's worth of book recommendations from folks across the spectrum of the book trade in Canada.  Bookmark it!

And secondly — much to my surprise, it was a hat-trick weekend last weekend, review-wise.  New pieces in three different papers:

My review of Amy Foster's When Autumn Leaves at the Vancouver Sun.

My review of a couple of Fables titles at the Edmonton Journal.

And my graphic novel omnibus piece at the National Post, featuring Neil Gaiman's Absolute Death, Jeff Lemire's Complete Essex County, and The Book of Genesis, Illustrated by R. Crumb.

Hmm… you know, it I didn't know better, it might look like I do nothing but read comic books all day.  I wish…

Okay, off to work.

In the meantime, though…

Saturday, November 14th, 2009

As I start to pack, I've got a few links to shut down:

This afternoon's event at Bakka Phoenix, info here.  Unless you're in a departure lounge, this is your last chance to see me in Toronto.

My review of the new Stephen King, in the Globe and Mail.  Short version: wow.

A blog post, about yours truly, from FB Friend Monica, who I got to meet IRL on Thursday.  Which was very cool.

Another good review

Thursday, November 5th, 2009

This time, courtesy of Barbara Hunt at The Book Club of the Writer's Circle of Durham Region.  I'm very pleased with this one…

I'm not even going to look…

Monday, May 11th, 2009

… at how long it's been since I've posted here.  It makes me shudder.

There are good reasons for my absence, largely filed under "work" and "writing" and "Life", but I'm not gonna make any excuses.  I've been a bad blogger.  I should be spanked.

So a bit of a catch-up (while completely avoiding the topic of "Rob, when's the damn book gonna be done?!?!?!?):

– we've decided on a title for the novella, coming this summer from CZP.  It's going to be called The World More Full of Weeping, which I figure should tip people off that it's the sort of lighthearted, frothy romp that they've come to expect from me…

– and the plan is to be in Montreal for WorldCon to launch the book in August.  Which is both exciting and a shade terrifying.  But hey, Montreal!  Never been there…

– in other exciting (possibly only to me) news, I got my first glossy magazine credit last month, with this piece in the UVic Alumni magazine, Torch. (You'll note that the photograph accompanying the piece was taken last summer, which leaves me with but a single question: where the hell did all this grey in my hair and beard come from in ten short months?)

– I also received my author's copies of the Chinese edition of Before I Wake last month – I'll link to the cover image as soon as I can find it again: my google-fu is somewhat hampered when it comes to Simplified Chinese.

– speaking of which, I'm seriously consider having the Chinese title for BIW permanently emblazoned on me somewhere as my newest tattoo.

– this weekend saw the publication, in the Globe and Mail's Buried Treasures column, of a review that I've been working on, emotionally, for more than fifteen years.  It's likely not my last word on Little, Big, but it nicely summarized some of the welter of feelings I have around the book.

Okay, that's probably long enough for a wrap-up.  If you're interested in a bit of different blogging for me (ie, doing it regularly), we've created a blog over at the Bolen Books website where I put up some thoughts on a semi-daily basis.  And for the next couple of days, I'll be taking the reins of BookNinja from the inestimable George Murray while he's off saving the world.

And I'll be back here soon, I promise.

Because I listen (sometimes)

Friday, December 19th, 2008

People always ask why I don't post here about when and where I'm going to be in the media.  And because I'm a sucker for giving the people (both of you) what they want:

I'll be on the regional/local media a couple of times in the next few days:

Saturday, December 20, 8:30 am — I'll be appearing as part of a book panel on CBC Radio's North by Northwest.  This is BC wide, so please tune in (I assume that if you're not in BC, you can likely listen in on-line at cbc.ca somewhere).

Wednesday, December 24, 7:10 am (no, neither the date nor the time are misprints) — I'll be doing a short in-studio session on Victoria's A Channel affiliate (channel 12 locally).

Perhaps surprisingly, for both appearances I'll be talking about books.

Violated

Wednesday, October 29th, 2008

I figure that once I write something, it's pretty much out there.  Especially when it comes to newspapers pieces, and reviews.  They'll get re-printed and edited down and cut up and manipulated — it's pretty much the name of the game.

And occasionally, they'll get quoted.  Pull-quotes will be taken and used in ads and sometimes on book jackets.  This only happens on books that I find praiseworthy, so I don't typically have any problem with it.

Or so I though, until today.

I was wandering through the store this afternoon and I picked up a new paperback edition of a book that I reviewed fairly harshly in the Edmonton Journal last year.  I'm not going to name names, so rest your prurience…

Imagine my surprise when I found my review quoted in several places on this new paperback, edited and highlighted in such a way to make it seem as if I (well, not me — my name wasn't printed, just the name of the paper) not only approved but wholeheartedly endorsed this piece of … work.

Now, to be fair, I did praise the amount of historical research that went into the book.  But when I said, for example, that the book was incredibly detailed, with no detail too small to escape mentioning, IT WASN'T A COMPLIMENT!  It was a set-up for the next paragraph, which went on to say that the narrative was far from compelling (I might have used the word stagnant) and tiresome.  Of course, those bits don't get quoted.

I understand the principle, and yes, the author deserves praise for the scholarship and research.  But it leaves a bit of a foul taste – on principle, you would think it would be wrong to quote (at length) from a decidedly negative review, wouldn't you?

(Of course, when I mentioned this to someone, their comment was, "What if yours was the best review of the book, and they had to use it?"  Which is probably even worse…)

Favourite music of 2007

Wednesday, January 23rd, 2008

I wrote this up back in December for the Springsteen newsgroup, and I thought I’d post it here while I think about death and winter and other uplifting things like that. Giving it a quick re-read, nothing has changed in the last month (though the M.I.A. album might be creeping up toward the top ten, the more I listen to it).

(And my apologies to those of you reading along on LJ for clotting up your FList with this – it’s pretty long, but I don’t think there’s anything I can do…)

Oh, and with the exception of the first one on the first list, these aren’t in any kind of order…

Favourite New Albums of the Year:

Arcade Fire – Neon Bible
This was a no-brainer for my favourite album of the year (a real rarity, that, for me who is chronically whimsical and tempermental). It’s a near-perfect piece of post-modern art-pop perfection (and still not as good as Funeral).

White Stripes – Icky Thump
As I told an audience in Toronto when I was launching Before I Wake, “I want to be Jack White when I grow up”. Another beautiful, compelling album of truly timeless music, building on roots and blues to create something new and vital. Old wine, new bottles and all that.

Ryan Adams – Easy Tiger
Damn this is a fine album. That’s all.

The Waterboys – Book of Lightning
Not really a return to form — Mike Scott and the Waterboys haven’t really gone anywhere — but a good reminder of the power of this band. A great bridge between their “big music” of the early 80s and their later Celtic/folk/spiritual stuff. The concert I saw in Toronto in November was a revelation: two and a half hours of flat-out rock, with Mike Scott seeming to channel the spirits of everyone from Bob Dylan circa 66 to Neil Young circa 79 to Joey Ramone…

Amy Winehouse – Back to Black
When I first heard Back to Black, I figured it would be my summer pick, a perfect album for cruising with the top down (previous summer picks include Gnarls Barkley), but it’s so much more than that. Heartfelt and cool, post-punk and classic, it really does have it all. I hope she pulls herself out of her tailspin, but if all she leaves behind is this (and Frank, to a lesser degree) it’ll be a hell of a legacy.

Wilco – Sky Blue Sky
See Ryan Adams above: just a damn fine album. Jeff Tweedy really is all that.

Eddie Vedder – Into the Wild
An unexpected treasure: rough and ready, but deep and insightful. An album (and a singer) with a lot to say, and the means to say it in a transporting way. And with a ukelele at that.

Iron & Wine – The Shepherd’s Dog
Devendra Banhart – Smoky Rolls Down Thunder Canyon
I couldn’t decide between these two, and then I figured out why: released on the same day, they’re of a piece in my mind, two slices of neo-hippie infused singer-songriterism. Both of them brave and comfortable at the same time.

The Stars – In Our Bedroom After the War
I thought I’d round things off with another bit of post-modern, Canadian art-pop. Not as brave or as compelling as Arcade Fire, this is, nonetheless, a fantastic album.

(For the record, the longlist, of 21 albums, did include Bruce Springsteen's Magic. It almost made the first cut, to the top fifteen. Not quite, though.)

Live/reissues/compilations:

Bruce Springsteen and the Sessions Band Live in Dublin
This is the Springsteen release of the year, as far as I’m concerned, and one I’ve listened to easily three times as often as Magic. This would be a perfect album save for the fact Springsteen doesn’t take the vocal lead on the “smiling skull ring” verse of Further.
Whereas Magic felt, to me, like a deliberate and safe return to form and friends, this live album is all about risk-taking. A re-write of 10th Ave Freeze-out? That’s not brave. A jump-blues/swing version of a song from Nebraska? Brave and unexpected and utterly compelling. Open All Night is probably the single song I’ve listened to most this year.

Grateful Dead – Three From the Vaults
The five-piece Dead, from the Port Chester run… need I say more?

Gram Parson Archive Volume 1: Flying Burrito Brothers Live at the Avalon Ballroom 1969
Sweet country Jesus – two complete Burritos shows from 69, including Hot Burritos 1 and 2 and a harrowing Train Song… Damn.

Counting Crows – August and Everything After Deluxe Edition
One of the best albums of the last twenty years gets better with a fresh coat of paint, a handful of demos (a couple of them as strong as the album proper) and a full-throttle live show from near the end of the accompanying tour (the sound of the band imploding under the attendant pressures of fame).

Richard Thompson – 1000 Years of Popular Music
Richard & Linda Thompson – In Concert 1975
Live Richard Thompson: do I really need to explain?

REM Live
A perfect, to my ears, blend of old and new. The Around the Sun material really comes to life, and sits comfortably with a carefully chosen selection of classics. The encore alone is worth the price of admission.

Dave Matthews & Tim Reynolds – Live at Radio City Music Hall
Say what you will, this is good stuff.

Neil Young – Live at Massey Hall
All I can say: about fucking time.

Warren Zevon – Stand In the Fire
It really is as good as I had always heard.

Non-rock:

Pentangle – Time Has Come
Four discs of… jeez, what the hell is this, anyway? It’s Pentangle, that’s what.

Keith Jarrett Trio – My Foolish Heart
Keith Jarrett – Carnegie Hall Concert
Two sides of Keith Jarrett, solo and with Peacock and DeJohnette. He burns just as brightly in both settings.

Miles Davis – Complete On the Corner Sessions
Six discs of sludgy, driving, throbbing fusion, pierced with the aching, plangent cry of Miles’ horn. Is this the end of the Columbia reissue boxes? If so, it’s the end of an era.

Herbie Hancock – River
Nominated for an album of the year Grammy, and it’s easy to see why.

Spring Awakening – Original Broadway Cast
I haven’t been this excited about a cast recording — or a Broadway show — since Rent back in 96. Damn it’s good.

Company – Broadway Revival Cast
I’m a Sondheim junkie, and this was my year, with two different stagings of Company. This one, the Broadway revival, really plays up the isolation and disconnect of the book — it’s a lonely, cold world, and a lonely, cold, wonderful musical.

John Coltrane – My Favourite Things: Coltrane at Newport
Two Newport performances, two versions of My Favourite Things. If you have to ask…

Fairport Convention – Live at the BBC
Some well-known stuff, some previously uncollected, this is Fairport in their raw, live to tape late 60’s glory.

DVDs (some with CDs):

(I do a lot of my writing — most, in fact — with music dvds flickering in the background. Well, right in my line of sight, actually. )

Cowboy Junkies – Trinity Revisited
There was no good reason for the Junkies to return to Toronto’s Trinity Church and re-visit The Trinity Sessions (with guests Natalie Merchant, Ryan Adams and Vic Chesnutt), but damned if lightning didn’t strike twice. It’s not the same magic as imbues the original album, but it’s a new alchemy, at once an homage and an original work.

Brothers of a Feather: Rich and Chris Robinson Live at the Roxy
The Black Crowes unplugged. Stripped down stoner-rock. Yummy.

David Gilmour – Remember that Night (Live at Royal Albert Hall)
What a setlist. What a great bit of music to write to. And then there’s David Bowie on Arnold Layne and Comfortably Numb to bring the world back…

Sigur Ros – Heima
Aural and visual orgasm. Or is it aural and visual crack? Let’s just call it nirvana… Beautifully shot, utterly compelling, this is a bottomless feast.

U2 – PopMart Live In Mexico City
REM Live (DVD)
Bruce Springsteen and the Sessions Band Live in Dublin
It’s extraordinarily hard to get any writing done when these are playing. And that’s to their credit (but to my eternal disadvantage).

Loreena McKennitt – Nights From the Alhambra
God she’s a new-agey flake. And that’s only part of her charm. This is Celtic infused, harp based world music that goes down like honey… When I die, I want her The Lady of Shalott playing…

Nirvana – Unplugged in New York
I’ve been waiting a long time for this one, and it is as good, as heart-breaking as I remember…

And that’s it. A year’s worth of listening (and viewing).

What’s on YOUR list?

You wonder how these things begin

Friday, June 22nd, 2007

So here it is – the first day of the American tour for Before I Wake.

We've actually been in Seattle for a couple of days already, hanging out, popping into bookstores, eating our respective body-weights in Chinese food, that sort of thing. (I did, for the record, find the time to accept, research and submit a piece for this weekend's Globe & Mail, lest you think it was all West Coast slackerism – the Three For Thought piece should run this Saturday.)

 I spent nearly two hours in Silver Platters record store yesterday, walking away with a bag-ful of treasures: it's been a long time since I've had such a fulfilling record-store experience.  Interestingly, the store occupies the building that formerly housed the Seattle Tower Records branch…  I hope the spot isn't jinxed.

Anyway, I won't bore with the details of the shopping, but apparently I have a current proclivity for singer-songwriters of a certain bent (Elliot Smith, John Martyn), nicely offset by the new White Stripes and a reissue of Television's Marquee Mooon…

But I digress…

The tour starts today, and I must confess, I'm pretty excited.  And it helps to wake up to something like this, from this morning's Seattle P-I (which I'm off down to street level as soon as I'm finished this to buy a copy of) — I spoke to the author a week or so ago, and it was such a pleasant conversation that I was still waiting for the actual interview to begin when she was trying to say goodbye…  An auspicious start.

So, Bothel tonight, Bellingham Sunday, Spokane Monday, etc…

See you there?