I was going to post this as a comment on Michael’s wonderful post from yesterday, but then it got too long (big surprise), and then I wanted to embed a couple of videos (bigger surprise). Paula commented there: Although I understand the annoying snobbery of the Times review and other critical writing, I think the [...]
Posts Tagged ‘B.S. Johnson’
Poetry vs. Pop Culture (or, Does Anyone Dance to John Berryman?)
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged B.S. Johnson, Brian Wilson, confessional poetry, Craig Finn, Daniel Radcliffe, Gil Scott-Heron, Harry Potter, Jack Kerouac, John Berryman, Kanye West, Los Campesinos!, Michael Leong, My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy, NME, Okkervil River, On the Road, Paula Bomer, Pitchfork Media, readings, Robert Lowell, Sylvia Plath, The Dream Songs, The Hold Steady on May 31, 2011 | 36 Comments »
B.S. Johnson’s Final Film: “Fat Man on a Beach”
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged B.S. Johnson, Eh Joe, Fat Man on a Beach, Jonathan Coe, Like a Fiery Elephant, Michael Bakewell, Samuel Beckett on May 11, 2011 | 7 Comments »
In addition to being a superb writer (one of the finest of the past fifty years, by my reckoning), B.S. Johnson was also a gifted filmmaker, writing, directing, and acting in both films and programs for television. Johnson’s final film was Fat Man on a Beach (1973); he wrote it and starred in it. (It [...]
Tiny Shocks: Uncovering the Reductive Plot of James Wood’s How Fiction Works
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Ann Quin, B.S. Johnson, Breathless (1960), Breathless (1983), Chekhov, Cthulhu, Curtis White, Flaubert, G.I. Joe, Hamlet, Henry James, How Fiction Works, James Wood, Jean Luc Godard, Jean-François Lyotard, John Gardner, John Ruskin, Last Tango in Paris, Les Carabiniers, Madame Bovary, Nabokov, ostranenie (enstrangement), Saul Bellow, The 400 Blows, The Concept of Character in Fiction, The Middle Mind, Theodore Adorno, Theory of Prose, Three Blondes and Death, Tripticks, Viktor Shklovsky, Watchmen, William H. Gass, Yuriy Tarnawsky on January 31, 2010 | 40 Comments »
On January 22, I read Shya Scanlon’s post “The Dull King”; on January 25 I read his second post “Cover Your Tracks.” Both were about reading James Wood’s How Fiction Works. Before that I’d heard of James Wood but hadn’t read anything by him; I knew some people liked him and some didn’t like him. [...]