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Minggu, 03 Oktober 2010

the real social network















Interesting how so many of them resemble each other.

Not surprisingly, the film debuted at #1 at the box office. Maybe one of the best movies to do so in a while?

No, the internet doesn't kill all professions. Becca hashes out the differences between a travel agent and a travel consultant.

James Franco is so hot. Watch him and The Hours scribe Michael Cunningham discuss writing and other things. I'm reading Cunningham's new novel By Nightfall and enjoying it.


Senin, 09 Agustus 2010

outside of the circle



I feel that it is necessary to respond to Anis Shivani's article, The 15 Most Overrated Contemporary Writers on the Huffington Post. Huffington Post is a powerful political entity which recently added a section for Books: a fledging form of entertainment in our country. Some agree with Shivani's choices. Some, as indicated in the comments below the post, hadn't heard of or read many of these authors (which makes me question whether they should be deemed "overrated" at all). Literary Facebook friends have responded with equal amounts of solidarity and disdain.

As a writer and admirer of many of those skewered here, I was interested to see his arguments. Instead I found myself flinching at his brash insensitivity. I could defend some of the good in everyone of these writers, something that Shivani eschews--to which I call "bad criticism." There's a muddled pettiness and laziness to his attacking.

He writes of The Hours: "Another devotee of the antihumanist message, which comes packaged as resignation to reality--in other times, such an attitude was called fatalism." So according to Shivani, to be a "good writer" one shouldn't explore fatalism? Based on his assessments, not only do I think Shivani misread The Hours, but he doesn't take in account Cunningham's other works (A Home at the End of the World is a fantastic read; Specimen Days, less so, though full of interesting ideas).

Of Jhumpa Lahiri, a tremendously gifted and subtle storyteller, Shivani dictates what he thinks she should not write about: "Utterly unwilling (though probably fully capable, since she's the only readable writer on this list) to write about anything other than privileged Bengali immigrants with PhDs living in Cambridge's Central and Inman Squares, and making easy adjustments to the top of the American meritocratic pyramid." I would disagree that the adjustments her characters make are "easy." Did he read and fully comprehend the exile and heartbreak in "Mrs. Sen's" or The Namesake?

He writes of Ashberry as a mixer of "low and high levels of language, low and high culture, every available postmodern artifact and text, from media jargon to comic books, to recreate a reality ordered only by language itself." Ashberry isn't a poet I always connect with necessarily but I don't see what's wrong with the criticisms Shivani lays out here.

And the critiques on Sharon Olds are quite ludicrous and reek of an innate discomfort with writing by women: "Her poetry defines feminism turned upon itself, chewing up its own hot and bothered cadaver, exposed since the 1970s. Female poets in workshops around the country idolize her, collaborate in the masochism, because they say she freed them to talk about taboo subjects, she "empowered" them."

I disagree with his characteristics of "bad writing": "obfuscation, showboating, narcissism, lack of a moral core, and style over substance." As a writer, I should have a better "moral core"--a firmer grasp on the good and the bad. Such a laxness has left me on the on the outside of circles or snarky workshops discerning why something sucks. There is just so much out there, recognized or unrecognized (Shivani claims he will put out an underrated list: a much more worthy, but less-attention-seeking endeavor) to engage with, to explore and to take away from.

The lack of openness on Shivani's part is toxic. There is a personal, interior texture to writing that separates it from any other art form. This pursuit, I believe, should be encouraged more than derided, especially by fellow writers and contemporaries.


-Jeffery Berg



My friend Becca wrote a measured, articulate post in defense of Sharon Olds that I hope everyone reads.

See also Anna North's response on Jezebel

And Charles Jensen, who is so smart.

Kamis, 03 Desember 2009

i love you moore






















Julianne Moore turns 49 today.

She is a fantastic actor... with a lot of duds on her resume.

Her worst moments are not because of lack of skill. Miscast in Robert Altman's Cookies Fortune and underwritten in Paul Thomas Anderson's Magnolia, attempting to fill the shoes of Jodie Foster's iconic Clarice in Hannibal and Vera Miles in the Psycho remake, at times Moore can look visibly uncomfortable.

And yet when Julianne is given a great role to tackle, her performance has a quiet, devastating power. This winter she's bound to impress again in Tom Ford's A Single Man.

Here are five great performances by Moore.

Amber Waves in Boogie Nights












As a the coke-addicted porn star, Moore is at turns tender, maternal and sometimes callous. It's a standout performance in finely acted ensemble.

Laura Brown in The Hours














When it was announced Michael Cunningham's novel would be a film, I wondered how such an interior character like Laura Brown be cinematic? She reads, bakes a cake, reads, throws the cake away, and bakes another cake. And yet, Julianne Moore's Laura Brown is a layered, eloquent characterization. Stephen Daldry wisely decided against having an older actress play Mrs. Brown in a final scene, instead trusting Moore's gifts. Bearing heavy (and daring) aged make-up, Moore delivers a haunting monologue of regret. In another scene standout, she communicates with her husband from another room while weeping, but from the pitch of her voice, she sounds perfectly fine.

Cathy Whitaker in Far From Heaven












Moore's other 1950s housewife is so removed from Laura Brown in The Hours that it's a marvel she delivered these two remarkable performances in the same year. Chipper and naive, she uncovers the dark secrets of her husband while falling into a deep (and taboo) interracial relationship with her gardener. Moore's Cathy is a touching and unnerving deconstruction of 1950s myths and Douglas Sirk melodramas. Like Todd Haynes's film, she is simultaneously antiquated and modern--an amazing feat.

Carol White in Safe
















Another star vehicle from Todd Haynes, their first collaboration together, Moore plays a woman who develops a severe sensitivity to chemicals. The film is slightly uneven, especially when Carol enters a New Age clinic for salvation, but thrives on Moore's eerie presence.

Sarah Miles in The End of the Affair











Neil Jordan's film version of the Graham Greene novel is relatively forgotten today but still worth noting for its photography, Michael Nyman score and Julianne's turn as Ralph Fiennes's lover. It's all a pretty gloomy affair but Moore is masterfully understated.