Wishing y’all a very happy holiday season and sending out love at the end of a very hard year. Thank you for reading!
To find a form that accommodates the mess
In a 1961 interview, Samuel Beckett pointed out “the mess” of modern life, “this buzzing confusion.”
“The confusion is not my invention. We cannot listen to a conversation for five minutes without being acutely aware of the confusion. It is all around us and our only chance now is to let it in. The only chance of renovation is to open our eyes and see the mess. It is not a mess you can make sense of.”
The Poetry Foundation helps explain:
[Critic David] Hesla notes that the dilemma which confronts the contemporary writer, according to Beckett, “is constituted… by the fact that the writer must take seriously two opposed and apparently irreconcilable claims to his allegiance. On the one hand, he must recognize that the principal fact about modern man’s life is that it is a ‘mess,’ a ‘confusion,’ a ‘chaos.’ On the other hand, the writer, as artist, has an obligation to form. But to admit the ‘mess’ into art is to jeopardize the very nature of art; for the mess ‘appears to be the very opposite of form and therefore destructive of the very thing that art holds itself to be.’”
Beckett said we could no longer keep out the mess, because “it invades our experience at every moment. It is there and it must be allowed in.”
What I am saying does not mean that there will henceforth be no form in art. It only means that there will be a new form; and that this form will be of such a type that it admits the chaos and does not try to say that the chaos is really something else. The form and the chaos remain separate. The latter is not reduced to the former. That is why the form itself becomes a preoccupation, because it exists as a problem separate from the material it accommodates. To find a form that accommodates the mess, that is the task of the artist now.
Seems as good of a mission statement as any.
Pizza night blockbusters
I share 10 movies we loved watching with the kids this year and Meg shares her delicious pizza dough recipe in today’s newsletter.
10 good books I read this fall
Here are 10 books that helped me through the fall, listed in the order I read them:
Braiding Sweetgrass: Indigenous Wisdom, Scientific Knowledge and the Teachings of Plants
Robin Wall Kimmerer
The fall started off with the Delta spike in Texas and my kids home from school, so I took a lot more solo walks and listened to audiobooks, which is something I rarely do. (For a taste of whether you’ll enjoy Kimmerer’s voice, check out her On Being episode.) A major theme of my reading this year was the tragic divorce between the arts and sciences and how much they need each other and how much real scientists and artists have in common. (At one point in school, Kimmerer is told by a botany advisor, “If you want to study beauty, you should go to art school.”)
Short stories on The New Yorker’s Fiction Podcasts
What I much prefer to audiobooks is listening to short stories on my walks. A good short story can pack more of a punch than a whole book. For example: I’ve read John Cheever’s “The Swimmer” a few times, but hearing it read by novelist Anne Enright in her Irish added a whole new layer. I listened to a ton of Joy Williams stories: on The Writer’s Voice you can hear her read “The Fellow,” “Stuff,” and “Chaunt,” and on The New Yorker’s Fiction Podcast you can hear Dana Spiotta read “Chicken Hill” and Colin Barrett read “Stuff.” Basically, if you add up all the episodes I listened to, it’d make a really good anthology, so I’m counting it as a book…
The Alphabet Versus the Goddess: The Conflict Between Word and Image
Leonard Shlain
I read Shlain’s Art & Physics in the summer, and what I said for that book goes for this one: I really don’t care as much whether Shlain’s major thesis is true (that alphabetic literacy in a culture rewires the brain and gives rise to misogyny) as much as I like the way he moves through history, and the way he sets up pairs of opposites with each chapter. There are a ton of connections between Shlain’s work and Iain McGilchrist’s work (see below). I read both of their (thick) books in paperback while floating around my pool (it’s warm enough here to float, if not swim, until November or so) and taking the occasional nap.
Four Thousand Weeks: Time Management for Mortals
Oliver Burkeman
As he did with The Antidote, one of my favorite reads of 2013, Burkeman is able to pull off this great magic trick of writing a self-help book that not only transcends its genre, it also pokes the eye of the genre in which it’s supposed to exist. (This trick was a big influence on my book, Show Your Work!, which is the first time I consciously wrote a book knowing it’d be shelved in self-help.) It’s very hard to pull off. I’d also like to point out that Burkeman takes time in between his books, and works through a lot of ideas in his column and great newsletter, which I think leads to much richer work. (For a taste of the book, see my post, “The Principles of Patience.”)
The Heroine’s Journey: For Writers, Readers, and Fans of Pop Culture
Gail Carriger
I picked this up after a reader suggested it fit in well with my interest in narrative shape and ideas about scenius and collaboration in Show Your Work! Not only was it a great suggestion, but if I do a new edition of that book, I will probably bring in some of Carriger’s ideas for the “Tell Good Stories” chapter. Put simply: in contrast to Campbell’s “The Hero’s Journey,” The Heroine’s Journey is a narrative in which our protagonist, rather than violently slashing through conflict and ending up alone, builds alliances and friendships leading to a happy ending shared with others. Carriger’s ideas fit in perfectly with my ideas about The Comedy of Survival. One teaching of Carriger’s is that you can be of any gender and be a Hero or Heroine, and I think it’d do all creative people a world of good to start thinking of their journey in terms of the Heroine, not the Hero. (Another good book I read this fall dealing with alternate narrative shapes is Jane Alison’s Meander, Spiral, Explode.)
Fragments
Heraclitus
I’m particularly taken with Heraclitus’s idea of the harmony of tensions:
The cosmos works
by harmony of tensions,
like the lyre and bow.
Even a soul submerged in sleep
is hard at work, and helps
make something of the world
Haiku-like wisdom and mystery from 2,500 years ago. My cup of tea.
Matrix
Lauren Groff
“All souls are limited in the circles of their own understanding.” This is my book of the year. Just a stunning read. A historical fiction that manages to illuminate contemporary issues. (Telling the truth but telling it slant, as Emily Dickinson would put it.) I started the book around when Daylight Savings began and my clock and schedule got all messed up. It’s the perfect book to read when you’re up at weird hours, like a sleepy nun. (I drew a fantastic lecture about how Groff put the book together.) Can’t wait to read her other books.
The Master and His Emissary: The Divided Brain and the Making of the Western World
Iain McGilchrist
I have been meaning to read this book for over a decade. I first purchased it in 2010 after hearing Lynda Barry sing its praises. I balked at its heft and its length and its Bible-thin pages and sold the hardcover at some point before a move. Then I bought the paperback one day at Bookpeople after reading Leonard Shlain’s work. It took me two months to finish because I found it hard to read more than 10 pages in a day. It’s one of those books that you find out later has a cult following, because once you read it, it’s hard not to see the world through its lens.
Imagine Wanting Only This
Kristen Radtke
I read Radtke’s Seek You in the summer. She is doing something really interesting in these books: not just graphic memoir, but also graphic reporting/essay-ing. The drawing in this book is just a bit stiffer than Seek You, but it works, and reminds me how much comics is just as much about graphic design as it is drawing. Keep your eye on Radtke: She’s 2/2 now, batting a thousand.
The Sentence
Louise Erdrich
My first Erdrich book, but definitely not my last. I picked it up knowing nothing about it, and for maybe half the book had no idea where it was going. I just liked being on the ride. It’s a novel about ghosts and bookstores and the pandemic. I didn’t plan it, but it seems right that the fall started with a book about indigenous wisdom and ended with a book about indigenous wisdom.
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The many faces of Coconut
Things are rough out there, so here are some photos of Mr. Coconut, the eastern screech owl who lives in our backyard. (If you need caught up: he showed up in our palm tree last year, we had a house built for him, his lady friend showed up and we were hoping for babies, but then they flew off in the spring, and I was very sad, but then he came back!)
? #coconuttheowl pic.twitter.com/SAEGxYfWzZ
— Austin Kleon (@austinkleon) December 16, 2021
I have a very low-end spotting scope that I use to get time-lapse shots of him out in the yard. He’s quite the character as you can see. Sometimes goofy (especially when he gets up), often murderous, sometimes downright majestic:
Here’s another time-lapse I caught before his nightly flight at dusk:
One hour timelapse of Coconut before he flew off tonight ? #coconuttheowl pic.twitter.com/GppapGWaQz
— Austin Kleon (@austinkleon) November 21, 2021
And here’s something I’ve never caught on camera before: actual footage of him flying. (Usually it’s too dark to see it on camera.)
Caught Mr. Coconut ? flying off on camera for the first time #coconuttheowl pic.twitter.com/nCYp4PXhdm
— Austin Kleon (@austinkleon) November 23, 2021
His return has been a true bright spot in a dark year. If you need more Coconut in your life, follow me on Twitter or Instagram.
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