Its October and Im Octobreading....

Moving on to Dope by Sara Gran. The paperback was on backorder forever, so I Kindle'd it. Following that will be Bleed into Me, a Stephen Graham Jones shorts collection from 2005, priming myself for his upcoming The Ones That Got Away horror collection next month.

Foreign Fruit by Jojo Moyes.

It's between The Contortionist's Handbook, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, and Knockemstiff.

I'll decide over the weekend.

Beat the Reaper, Josh Bazell : So far so good.

I'm rereading Heart of Darkness as I rewrite it.

It's a project I'm extremely excited about. You heard it here first. Without removing a SINGLE word from Heart of Darkness, I am going to change the text, to make it new, to deepen it.

I've already started this new book, and it's fucking with my head in the right way.

Phil, you always amaze me.

Chapter One

The Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of the sails, and was at rest. The flood had made, the wind was nearly calm, and being bound down the river, the only thing for it was to come to and wait for the turn of the tide.

The sea-reach of the Thames stretched before us like the beginning of an interminable waterway. In the offing the sea and the sky were welded together without a joint, and in the luminous space the tanned sails of the barges drifting up with the tide seemed to stand still in red clusters of canvas sharply peaked, with gleams of varnished sprits. A haze rested on the low shores that ran out to sea in vanishing flatness. The air was dark above Gravesend, and farther back still seemed condensed into a mournful gloom, brooding motionless over the biggest, and the greatest, town on earth.

The Director of Companies, no longer perched upon a barrel but still crooked-back from the effort, was our captain and our host. We four affectionately watched his back as he stood in the bows looking to seaward. On the whole river there was nothing that looked half so nautical. He resembled a pilot, which to a seaman is trustworthiness personified. It was difficult to realize his work was not out there in the luminous estuary, but behind him, within the brooding gloom. All around, pressing down upon us as to smother us in the bed of the waters, the smell, forever unfamiliar, of lavender: the lavender scent of the great sleep. We were caught, and pleased to be, between the pull of the conscious anchor behind and, ahead, the armada of oneiric fluidity. We heard cicadas; there were none.

Between us there was, as I have already said somewhere, the bond of the sea. Besides holding our hearts together through long periods of separation, it had the effect of making us tolerant of each other's yarns — and even convictions. The Lawyer — the best of old fellows — had, because of his many years and many virtues, the only cushion on deck, and was lying on the only rug. He smoked, releasing subtle rivulets of fume into the abyss above, and shrugged without a sound. He looked at Marlow with a timidly condescending eye — and, not for the first time, I wondered if there weren’t a hidden antagonism between the men, a divergence of spirits that had left them politely disagreeable with each other when their gazes crossed and their souls drew swords their mouths would not wield.

The Accountant seemed to have no notion of this. He had brought out already a box of dominoes, and was toying architecturally with the bones. Whenever the Lawyer shrugged, the Accountant, perhaps — though how, God himself could not explain — mistaking the shrugs for yawns, coughed in response. The comicality went unnoticed by all except by Marlow, who, at every such occurrence, gave me a silent look of amusement and then closed his eyes to search some hidden treasure in his memories, no longer thinking of either loathed Lawyer or dishonest Accountant. Dishonest, because this little pale man of forty had at almost every chance pinched food from Marlow’s plate in the latter’s distraction. The Accountant, to whose simple mind this sort of trickery was the highest hilarity, never caught on that Marlow, in his cunning — for Marlow was the most cunning of us all — had, in vengeance and in sheer mean-spiritedness, dropped a fly in the Accountant’s glass. This fly — an anomaly, to be sure; that was no season for flies, and the sea prohibits them — had been lying dead on Marlow’s bed when he’d found it, and at once he had had the cruel intention of loosing the tragic little corpse in the typhoon of the Accountant’s wine glass. Difficult to forget the little man’s oblivious expression as he guzzled the wine to the final repulsive drop!

When my roommate and her friend stop blaring Ke$ha I'll read it, I promise.

EDIT: I read it. I liked it, though I haven't read the original story so I'm not sure what's yours and what's his. Btdubs, is this legal?

Now, I'm reading Nik Korpon's STAY GOD, while taking a break from Jonathan Franzen's FREEDOM. After that, probably Mel Bosworth's new one, or one of Pablo D'Stair's new super short novellas.

Perfect!

Story of My Life by Jay McInerney

I'm so close to being done with The Sound and the Fury. After I finish I'm starting Jon Stewart's new book, Earth. My grandmother bought it for me after seeing Oprah interview him. She thinks he's hilarious and has started recording his show every night. I have a cool grandmother.

I was browsing the bookstore and this one caught my eye:

I look forward to starting it.

GEEK LOVE katherine dunn

interesting. i've just read and re-read Heart of Darkness probably close to a dozen times over the last month or two. i'm studying it for uni, and loving it. it's a great story. pretty risque move, Phil, but i expect nothing less from you and your experimental ways.

other than my uni texts and bits and pieces online or on the toilet (shorts, poetry and the like) i haven't been reading nearly as much as i normally do. i guess i'm going through a slump or something. i've had my own projects on my mind too much, too.

but, in saying that, Natalie and i started reading Room by Emma Donoghue together. and it's fucking amazing. i'm not sure if i'd normally cling to it this much. maybe it's because i haven't been reading much and it's just what the literary doctor ordered, but it's so captivating. and heartbreaking. i even teared up at one point. and got all shakey. it's really pulled me in.

it's written from the first person present tense perspective of a five year-old boy. and i generally get pissed off with that, but she balances the prose really well. it teeters on having the voice of a five year-old and still being readable so perfectly. chuck would be proud of the "burnt tongue". it's fairly plot-based, well, the first half is, but there's a tone of characterisation in there. the characters are very strong. i, honestly, can't recommend it hard enough. it's a quick, easy read too.

i won't go too much into the plot itself, but i will say it's about a mother and son that live permanently in an 11x11 room and never leave. the son, Jack, was born there and he knows of nothing else.

go read it.

^ sounds fucking amazing.

I just put in an Amazon order for:

Transubstantiate - Mr. Richard Thomas
Klondike - Mr. Phil Jourdan
The Neverenders - Mr. Michael Sonbert
The Contortionist Handbook - Some guy who likes cats and writes real gud.

Expect some love me droogies.

Side note:

Does anyone have/enjoy a Kindle? Now that it's priced reasonably I'm thinking pretty heavily on getting one.

Disregarding the fact that you just ordered everyone's books but mine . . . yes, I bought the latest-generation Kindle a month ago for the same reason and I absolutely love it. The screen owns. I'm reading more often in more places, and I'm still on my first battery charge. The downside is not having your existing paper library on there, but I picked a bunch of my favorite books that were on sale as a starting point, and the usual free public domain classics, of course.

Don't worry, Gordon, he didn't pick up Caleb's or pre-order Nik's either. Your not alone. But feel comforted by the fact that I bought your book many moons ago and read it with complete enjoyement from front to back. And I'm fairly sure I closed the back cover with a slight grin on my face.

Just giving him a hard time. Nik's and Caleb's, though, that's downright unforgivable. heh heh Thanks again for the kind words, Matty. (Can I call you Matty?)

It's a very hard text to work with. Heart of Darkness is one of my favorite novellas, but there is a lot in it that could be exploited and turned into a new "thing". What I'm doing is slicing and dicing, basically — using Heart of Darkness as the primary text, I'm slipping in whole paragraphs from other, less known writers from that period, and creating a new narrative. Marlow becomes Kurtz in my version, and the framing story in Conrad's text (The Nellie, where Marlow tells of his adventures in the Congo) becomes the main stage in mine.

It's going to piss off literary purists, of course. Especially because I am using other authors and plagiarising their work completely, modifying their words as I see fit. Oh but it will be glorious.

are the other ones you're using also in the public domain? You're not using, like, stephen king stuff in there, right?

I'm totally enchanted by the process, too, because it's shaping up to be a completely different story.

I'm excited to read this. I'm still apprehensive to whether it's going to work out and be somethig worth both mine and your time, but yeah, interesting. Copy/paste story: for the lazy novelist (this excludes Burroughs, obviously). Just kidding, Phil. It's a very ambitious project, one that I know I wouldn't have the capability to pursue, let alone conjure, so I congratulate you already.

you can call me whatever the hell you want, man. But, yeah, Matty is one of the preferred options, and a few people on here call me that, though thinking about it now it's mostly the girls of the cult, but whatever comes naturally to you is probably best.

Parka'd!

Has anyone bought, read or heard anything about a little collection of shorts by Robin Black called If I Loved You, I Would Tell You This? I love the title and I read a few opening paragraphs and it sounds pretty fucking cool. I'm gonna buy it online though because the one at the bookstore was one of those disgustingly large trade paperbacks that cost way more than a paperback should.

I also read the blurb of some other book and my heart broke. Not because of the plot but because it was pretty much the same idea that I had for this epic love story. The idea was that this guy can remember each of his past lives and centuries ago he fell in love and now each new life he spends searching for the soul of his lover. I think I'll still write it someday because I read a bit of the prologue and it read pretty badly. It was kind of Stephanie meyer-ish. Or Audrey Niffen-whatever-ish. I tried reading TTW but I couldn't stand the prose.

Well that was my morning at the bookstore. T'was a very revealing half hour.

Still crankling through Red Mars, 10 or so pages at a time, a lot to think about - that and playing Super Paper Mario are giving me some messed up dreams.

I'm also in the process of reading At the Water's Edge and rereading Apathy and Other Small Victories (not as good as I remembered it).

Finishing All the Pretty Horses and reading some comic books like Ex Machina and Scud the Disposable Assassin and Loveless. All are good. Scud is great fun.

Hey big S, you may find my latest blog post interesting, about the pickup community from a philosophical perspective.

http://pajourdan.com/2010/10/04/the-seduction-community-and-the-negation...

Anyway, I'm still reading Naked Lunch.

There should definitely be more said on that, it was pretty interesting. I'm glad i got away from that whole scene before i turned into a robot.

Just started Absalom, Absalom! by William Faulkner.

I finished Demon Theory almost a week ago (sorry haven't been on much lately). I loved it. The only thing I didn't like about it was it was hard to sympathize with the characters due to the style of the writing. The all seemed like cardboard cutouts. But otherwise I liked the book a lot. My second favorite Jones so far after All The Beautiful Sinners.

I've been reading Mind Hunter by John Douglas. I love the field of Criminal Psychology. I hope to one day be involved in it somehow. And John Douglas's books are as close as you can get to a first person account of how it all goes.

Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy- Douglas Adams

Invisible Cities - Italo Calvino
What Matters Most is How Well You Walk Through the Fire - Charles Bukowski (just finished)
Three of a Kind - James Cain
The Butterfly - James Cain
Why I'm Not a Christian - Bertrand Russel
Tropic of Cancer - Henry Miller (let's see if I can finish it this time)

EDIT:

...and Republic - Plato. I listened to the audio book (free!) from iTunes, but some things you just have to read with your eyes.

I borrowed this from a friend. I liked this one so much I wasn't too disappointed when my daughter ripped it. I was *forced* to buy my friend a new copy to replace the damaged one, and now I have a copy.

Hell yeah!

I second that.

i'll third the shit out of it. great book. i love the opening sentence; it's one of my favourites.

Suicide Casanova by Arthur Nersesian

I wish Air would do more scoring for movies.

Skin by Kathe Koja
Sold Cold the River by Michael Koryta
Crooked Little Vein by Warren Ellis

The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes (Athur Conan Doyle)
Superfreakonomics (Dubner + Levitt)

I read Night by Elie Wiesel and The Haunted Vagina by Carlton Mellick III today. I dug both of them. Pretty short, read them while waiting for my classes. I have some more books by Mellick, and I will most likely read those, and then I have some books by some of the other Bizarro authors. I guess thats what they are in. Odd and interesting. I have Beat The Reaper, so I will probably read that too. The possibilities are endless. A lot of days left in October, so much ca happen.

"The Savage Detectives" by Roberto Bolano.

I babysit other people's children primarily so I can borrow their books.

primarily? do you babysit your own kids every now and then, too?

"Primarily" refers to my motivation rather than the ownership of children.

fair enough. it just sounded odd and i couldn't help but mention it. it's just one of those pesky dangling modifiers.