Excited!!!
Friday, March 2nd
5 PM
Garden Ballroom I
Extemporaneous Story Telling: Grand Unified Conspiracy Theory - Elwin Cotman, Judy Lazar, Dani Kollin, Eytan Kollin, Lowell Cunningham
Our panelists take elements from the audience and tell the conspiracies that interconnect them. Gradually they interweave these elements into a theory that explains EVERYTHING.
Saturday, March 3rd
5 PM
Garden Ballroom I
Who wants to live forever? How immortality changes . . . everything - William Stoddard, Elwin Cotman, Christopher Farnsworth, Kevin Gerard, Edward M. Erdelac.
Sunday March 4th
10 AM
Brittany
Reading - Elwin Cotman.
12 PM
Garden Ballroom I
The Christian Apocalypse in Literature and the Media - Chris Weber, Ron Oakes, Jean Graham, Elwin Cotman, Lynn Maudlin.
1 PM
Dealers Room
Autographs: Kevin Grazier, Elwin Cotman.
Looks like Sunday is my busy day. In related news, gas in California is goddamn expensive.
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Chapter 72: In Which I Talk About Doing an Intro
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JiIajQGHqnQ
Tributes don't come any classier than that. I never really knew what the big deal was about Jennifer Hudson until I watched that. I also like her restraint. "I Will Always Love You" is a song that is very tempting to oversing, so seeing somebody do the subtle route so well is nice. And I love that she honored Whitney by covering a song that is a cover. That's the power of music in that it carries on through generations.
I always considered Whitney to be one of the greatest singers of all time. No matter how great she sounded on the albums, Whitney was an artist who truly came alive onstage. Watching her live performances as a child in the Nineties was always electrifying. That said, it's been impossible for me to mourn her. As a friend of mine recently said, she, along with Michael Jackson, were already spiritually dead to me by the time they physically died. Her best years were behind her. I didn't feel the overwhelming relief that I felt when Michael passed, just a kind of apathy. Needless to say, I had to check out her videos. Yes, one of the greatest singers of all time. A song like "I Want To Dance With Somebody" would have been worthless without her vocals. Talented, and beautiful. Women don't come much prettier than Whitney in her prime.
I've been thinking a lot about the overall insidiousness of white privilege and white supremacy. It's been coming up more and more in my personal life, and came up relating to Whitney. I was checking out her videos online, and the lady's corpse wasn't even cold before trolls were going in the comments screaming about how she was a drug addict.
Two things:
1. I always understood Dave Chappelle's decision to turn down the millions from Comedy Central and leave his TV show. He feared that his humor was being used to justify racism, an experience so disenchanting he retired from show business altogether. That I understand. The worst part for me is that his decision ultimately didn't change things. Ten years later you've got frat boys going on Whitney Houston videos to say "cocaine is a hell of a drug." What does cocaine have to do in any way with "The Shoop Song"? Extra sad when you consider the funny sketch that line originated from was done with the participation of the artist being spoofed (Rick James) and was done basically as self-mockery, nothing mean-spirited about a group of people. But Dave's comedy has permanently become part of the racist lexicon.
2. Grammy Award-winning singer, actress, producer. All they see is a drug addict. That's white privilege. The average black person knows the difference between Whitney Houston and a typical crackhead, between somebody who fell and somebody who never stood up in the first place. In spite of her demons she made truly incredible work for fifteen years. Somebody who would piss on Whitney's corpse always considered himself superior to her, and would no matter who she was or what she had done.
The whole thing is kind of a sore spot for me, as I've spent a lot of my time in the Bay inhabiting white privilege spaces and putting up with people's feelings of superiority. Sometimes I confront it, sometimes it's not worth the bother, but the shit is just so absolutely retarded that it's becoming impossible to deal with. Talking ill about the dead? Did she hurt you personally? Oh, I forget, black people are the scum of the earth and must be put in their place.
Some people's lives are defined by their demons. James Brown was not one of them. John Lennon was not one of them. Elvis was not one of them. Whitney was not one of them. At the end of the day, her art is 99% of her legacy.
Intros
Speaking of talent, speaking of dynamism, speaking of brilliance, I was recently asked to do the intro for Nuruddin Farah when he did Mills' Contemporary Writers Series. Needless to say, it was an honor. Farah is a Somali writer who has chronicled the evolution of his homeland since its independence, and a multiple nominee for the Nobel Prize in Literature. He has been consistently publishing work for four decades. In addition to being prolific, he is also a very brave writer, often critical of the Somali government and certain cultural practices (one of his earliest books dealt with female genital mutilation). Just a brilliant writer, so lyrical. My recruitment for this task went something like this:
THEM: Elwin, we're having people from the Mills community introduce the writers at CWS this year. Would you like to do the intro?
ME: Sure.
THEM: One of the professors knows him and will probably introduce him. You're the alternate.
ME: Okay. (reads Farah's work)
A few days later:
THEM: Said professor has a few people lined up as possible intros. You're still the alternate.
ME: Cool.
Day of:
THEM: Shitshitshit you're the intro. Like, the official intro. Do you have something written? Oh my god it's in two hours!
ME: Um, I could read this 4-minute speech I typed up.
I like to think I did a good job. And it felt appropriate that a younger writer of folklore do the intro for a veteran folklorist. One of the gifts of being in grad school is getting to interact with brilliant authors and engage in writing community with them. It was a lovely event and Farah's a fiercely intelligent person, in addition to being very funny. He read from a newer piece about religious warfare in Africa. If you'd like to learn more about him, this site is a good place to start: http://www.netnomad.com/nuruddinfarah.html
Tributes don't come any classier than that. I never really knew what the big deal was about Jennifer Hudson until I watched that. I also like her restraint. "I Will Always Love You" is a song that is very tempting to oversing, so seeing somebody do the subtle route so well is nice. And I love that she honored Whitney by covering a song that is a cover. That's the power of music in that it carries on through generations.
I always considered Whitney to be one of the greatest singers of all time. No matter how great she sounded on the albums, Whitney was an artist who truly came alive onstage. Watching her live performances as a child in the Nineties was always electrifying. That said, it's been impossible for me to mourn her. As a friend of mine recently said, she, along with Michael Jackson, were already spiritually dead to me by the time they physically died. Her best years were behind her. I didn't feel the overwhelming relief that I felt when Michael passed, just a kind of apathy. Needless to say, I had to check out her videos. Yes, one of the greatest singers of all time. A song like "I Want To Dance With Somebody" would have been worthless without her vocals. Talented, and beautiful. Women don't come much prettier than Whitney in her prime.
I've been thinking a lot about the overall insidiousness of white privilege and white supremacy. It's been coming up more and more in my personal life, and came up relating to Whitney. I was checking out her videos online, and the lady's corpse wasn't even cold before trolls were going in the comments screaming about how she was a drug addict.
Two things:
1. I always understood Dave Chappelle's decision to turn down the millions from Comedy Central and leave his TV show. He feared that his humor was being used to justify racism, an experience so disenchanting he retired from show business altogether. That I understand. The worst part for me is that his decision ultimately didn't change things. Ten years later you've got frat boys going on Whitney Houston videos to say "cocaine is a hell of a drug." What does cocaine have to do in any way with "The Shoop Song"? Extra sad when you consider the funny sketch that line originated from was done with the participation of the artist being spoofed (Rick James) and was done basically as self-mockery, nothing mean-spirited about a group of people. But Dave's comedy has permanently become part of the racist lexicon.
2. Grammy Award-winning singer, actress, producer. All they see is a drug addict. That's white privilege. The average black person knows the difference between Whitney Houston and a typical crackhead, between somebody who fell and somebody who never stood up in the first place. In spite of her demons she made truly incredible work for fifteen years. Somebody who would piss on Whitney's corpse always considered himself superior to her, and would no matter who she was or what she had done.
The whole thing is kind of a sore spot for me, as I've spent a lot of my time in the Bay inhabiting white privilege spaces and putting up with people's feelings of superiority. Sometimes I confront it, sometimes it's not worth the bother, but the shit is just so absolutely retarded that it's becoming impossible to deal with. Talking ill about the dead? Did she hurt you personally? Oh, I forget, black people are the scum of the earth and must be put in their place.
Some people's lives are defined by their demons. James Brown was not one of them. John Lennon was not one of them. Elvis was not one of them. Whitney was not one of them. At the end of the day, her art is 99% of her legacy.
Intros
Speaking of talent, speaking of dynamism, speaking of brilliance, I was recently asked to do the intro for Nuruddin Farah when he did Mills' Contemporary Writers Series. Needless to say, it was an honor. Farah is a Somali writer who has chronicled the evolution of his homeland since its independence, and a multiple nominee for the Nobel Prize in Literature. He has been consistently publishing work for four decades. In addition to being prolific, he is also a very brave writer, often critical of the Somali government and certain cultural practices (one of his earliest books dealt with female genital mutilation). Just a brilliant writer, so lyrical. My recruitment for this task went something like this:
THEM: Elwin, we're having people from the Mills community introduce the writers at CWS this year. Would you like to do the intro?
ME: Sure.
THEM: One of the professors knows him and will probably introduce him. You're the alternate.
ME: Okay. (reads Farah's work)
A few days later:
THEM: Said professor has a few people lined up as possible intros. You're still the alternate.
ME: Cool.
Day of:
THEM: Shitshitshit you're the intro. Like, the official intro. Do you have something written? Oh my god it's in two hours!
ME: Um, I could read this 4-minute speech I typed up.
I like to think I did a good job. And it felt appropriate that a younger writer of folklore do the intro for a veteran folklorist. One of the gifts of being in grad school is getting to interact with brilliant authors and engage in writing community with them. It was a lovely event and Farah's a fiercely intelligent person, in addition to being very funny. He read from a newer piece about religious warfare in Africa. If you'd like to learn more about him, this site is a good place to start: http://www.netnomad.com/nuruddinfarah.html
Saturday, February 4, 2012
E-book availability
Well, the e-book is fully hatched from its egg and walking about. You can get it at...
Smashwords:
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/116814
And through Smashwords:
The Sony Reader!
http://ebookstore.sony.com/ebook/elwin-cotman/the-jack-daniels-sessions-ep/_/R-400000000000000592624
The Kobo Vox!
http://www.kobobooks.com/ebook/The-Jack-Daniels-Sessions-EP/book-51bsosTNV0i_iQ9Jvb3HvA/page1.html?rId=476d2a4d-f50c-4537-bed4-e49fa0f840eb
The Diesel E-book Store!
http://search.diesel-ebooks.com/author/Cotman,%20Elwin/results/1.html
and for your NOOK!
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-jack-daniels-sessions-ep-elwin-cotman/1108178717
And maybe a few other places. Pick one. Ah, feels good to have the love and acceptance of the internet.
Smashwords:
http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/116814
And through Smashwords:
The Sony Reader!
http://ebookstore.sony.com/ebook/elwin-cotman/the-jack-daniels-sessions-ep/_/R-400000000000000592624
The Kobo Vox!
http://www.kobobooks.com/ebook/The-Jack-Daniels-Sessions-EP/book-51bsosTNV0i_iQ9Jvb3HvA/page1.html?rId=476d2a4d-f50c-4537-bed4-e49fa0f840eb
The Diesel E-book Store!
http://search.diesel-ebooks.com/author/Cotman,%20Elwin/results/1.html
and for your NOOK!
http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-jack-daniels-sessions-ep-elwin-cotman/1108178717
And maybe a few other places. Pick one. Ah, feels good to have the love and acceptance of the internet.
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
Chapter 71: In Which I Discuss Recording
Recently got this beautiful blurb from Laura Kasischke, author of The Life Before Her Eyes and The Raising. She's an amazing poet and for three decades has built this wonderful bibliography blending urban legend, the literary and the poetic. She says:
"Elwin Cotman has written a book for our times--edgy and transcendent, surreal and bizarrely sweet. You won't put this down after you've picked it up, and you won't be the same once you've finished it. This is a new voice to listen to closely. A writer with strange and exciting gifts."
Wow. So beautiful. As I've said, getting feedback and positivity from authors I admire is one of the best parts of this. Laura Kasischke? Cat Rambo? Charles Saunders? Karen Russell? Are you serious? Such a gift.
Jack Daniels Sessions EP audiobook
I made it into the studio yesterday. Last time was November, I think. It took us about an hour and a half to set up. The producer was trying to record straight into his computer, but the sound wouldn't come out clean. We ended up recording straight into the hard drive in the studio, as usual. Recording is all about positioning, as well. Your distance from the mic can modulate the sound. So I sit on a chair, with my laptop on a chair and opened to a .pdf of the book (keyboard clicking doesn't make as much noise as riffling through pages), and the mic hanging between us. Despite the late start, we got through the end of "Assistant." That's the whole book. Yay! I don't think I've ever read that portion out loud, so it was interesting getting deep into the dramatic part. I'm not a trained actor and I'm doing this all off of instinct. Definitely had to tone down the yelling, and I totally made one of the hardrive speakers go all frizzy. Other lessons: always stay hydrated, and doing call-and-response with YOURSELF does not work. Thinking I'll record the call and the response separately next time.
Still a lot to do. I need to go over all the recordings and check for consistency in voice. I'm particularly concerned about consistency of character voices, and I know I'll have to re-record a lot of hammy, poorly spoken Southern dialect. But it's good to go forward. I still owe Kickstarter contributors a recording of one of the stories, which I'm working on. Progress! It's a good thing.
"Elwin Cotman has written a book for our times--edgy and transcendent, surreal and bizarrely sweet. You won't put this down after you've picked it up, and you won't be the same once you've finished it. This is a new voice to listen to closely. A writer with strange and exciting gifts."
Wow. So beautiful. As I've said, getting feedback and positivity from authors I admire is one of the best parts of this. Laura Kasischke? Cat Rambo? Charles Saunders? Karen Russell? Are you serious? Such a gift.
Jack Daniels Sessions EP audiobook
I made it into the studio yesterday. Last time was November, I think. It took us about an hour and a half to set up. The producer was trying to record straight into his computer, but the sound wouldn't come out clean. We ended up recording straight into the hard drive in the studio, as usual. Recording is all about positioning, as well. Your distance from the mic can modulate the sound. So I sit on a chair, with my laptop on a chair and opened to a .pdf of the book (keyboard clicking doesn't make as much noise as riffling through pages), and the mic hanging between us. Despite the late start, we got through the end of "Assistant." That's the whole book. Yay! I don't think I've ever read that portion out loud, so it was interesting getting deep into the dramatic part. I'm not a trained actor and I'm doing this all off of instinct. Definitely had to tone down the yelling, and I totally made one of the hardrive speakers go all frizzy. Other lessons: always stay hydrated, and doing call-and-response with YOURSELF does not work. Thinking I'll record the call and the response separately next time.
Still a lot to do. I need to go over all the recordings and check for consistency in voice. I'm particularly concerned about consistency of character voices, and I know I'll have to re-record a lot of hammy, poorly spoken Southern dialect. But it's good to go forward. I still owe Kickstarter contributors a recording of one of the stories, which I'm working on. Progress! It's a good thing.
Sunday, January 15, 2012
Chapter 70: In Which I Ruminate on Tears and Laughter
Right now I'm sitting on a plane from Denver back to Oakland. Or as the kids say nowadays:
Oh my god I'm in the cloudz they hella fluffy yo lol #Nothingtodofortwohours
And by "right now" I mean "as I type." By the time I actually publish this post I’ll be in Oakland, passed out somewhere. So far it's been leisurely travels and I should touch down with enough time to hit the ground running on all the stuff I put off over break. Listening to the new Nightwish album. Maybe I'll post a review when I'm done. Just found out recently Imaginaerum or however it's spelled was released. In my dotage, I went a whole month and a half without knowing one of my favorite bands had released their new album. Nightwish are one of the most solid acts in heavy metal. Seven records in and they have yet to release a bad one, or even a mediocre one. Symphonic metal is not everyone's cup of tea. But if it is your cup of tea, then it doesn't come much better than Nightwish. And all the people on Youtube are still arguing over which singer is best. Argh. It's been, what, six years since Tarja Turounen was fired. Move on. The band is so good that they could hire Sammy Hagar for their new singer and I'd still be down for them. Though Hagar would not rock the evil Snow White costume as well as Annette: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5g8ykQLYnX0&feature=related
A few months ago I did the Works in Progress reading at Mills. It's their bi-weekly MFA showcase where you go up and read your current project for five minutes. Seeing as how it's Mills and the audience had a year and a half of familiarity with my fantasy stuff, I decided to try something different. I expanded a memoir piece from my Multicultural Young Adult Lit class. I don't write memoir. Part of it is that I just have a bad memory. If I were to write a memoir, it would end up being half fictionalized anyway. That, and all writing is autobiographical. That stuff about characters having a mind of their own and speaking through you. Nonsense. It's you. I could write a story about a Sherpa in the Andes and it would still be filtered through my views and experience. And since all writing is autobiographical, why not add dragons? The Jack Daniels Sessions? That’s my life, that's my memoir, that's my therapy, all of it.
So the piece, which I put together just for the reading and will never be published anywhere, was short and pretty dark. Dealing with a period when I was eleven or twelve and intensely unhappy. The kind of stuff that years ago I would have been uncomfortable to share with a room full of acquaintances. As I usually do when I have some kind of time limit, I sped through the reading like the Micro Machines Guy in the old commercials. And about halfway through the first page, I hear a sound.
Laughter.
Uneasy laughter. Gradually, they got into it and were laughing outright. This surprised me. For some reason, I expected everyone to be grim. If only because that's what you do when someone is Baring His Soul. You take that pain and you treat it with love and respect like a sick puppy left in your care. And here they were, laughing at it all like a bunch of sick perverts.
Here's the thing...the story was funny. I think some of my best stuff was in there, albeit in a dry, black humor kind of way. They were laughing because it was funny. Which was my intention. And when the really serious parts came up, they listened. That grim look people get on their faces when they're at a reading means they are listening to the reader.
I left Works in Progress with an altogether happy feeling.
In my work I strive for that balance between light and dark. It's proven to be the greatest challenge, trying to be true to life's hardships while also being true to the fact that life is pretty damn funny. Even in its darkest moments. There's a story in my book called "How Brother Roy lost His Dog, Twice." It's one of my few attempts to write a straight-up humorous story. The first time I ever read it was at my last TerPoets feature. Afterward, everyone came up to me saying how sad it was. but they were laughing during the reading. Uncomfortable laughter. I liked that feeling. And I pride myself on the fact that I don't write for shock, and have my characters say things purely for controversy. Just telling the truth, as I see it.
Oh my god I'm in the cloudz they hella fluffy yo lol #Nothingtodofortwohours
And by "right now" I mean "as I type." By the time I actually publish this post I’ll be in Oakland, passed out somewhere. So far it's been leisurely travels and I should touch down with enough time to hit the ground running on all the stuff I put off over break. Listening to the new Nightwish album. Maybe I'll post a review when I'm done. Just found out recently Imaginaerum or however it's spelled was released. In my dotage, I went a whole month and a half without knowing one of my favorite bands had released their new album. Nightwish are one of the most solid acts in heavy metal. Seven records in and they have yet to release a bad one, or even a mediocre one. Symphonic metal is not everyone's cup of tea. But if it is your cup of tea, then it doesn't come much better than Nightwish. And all the people on Youtube are still arguing over which singer is best. Argh. It's been, what, six years since Tarja Turounen was fired. Move on. The band is so good that they could hire Sammy Hagar for their new singer and I'd still be down for them. Though Hagar would not rock the evil Snow White costume as well as Annette: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5g8ykQLYnX0&feature=related
A few months ago I did the Works in Progress reading at Mills. It's their bi-weekly MFA showcase where you go up and read your current project for five minutes. Seeing as how it's Mills and the audience had a year and a half of familiarity with my fantasy stuff, I decided to try something different. I expanded a memoir piece from my Multicultural Young Adult Lit class. I don't write memoir. Part of it is that I just have a bad memory. If I were to write a memoir, it would end up being half fictionalized anyway. That, and all writing is autobiographical. That stuff about characters having a mind of their own and speaking through you. Nonsense. It's you. I could write a story about a Sherpa in the Andes and it would still be filtered through my views and experience. And since all writing is autobiographical, why not add dragons? The Jack Daniels Sessions? That’s my life, that's my memoir, that's my therapy, all of it.
So the piece, which I put together just for the reading and will never be published anywhere, was short and pretty dark. Dealing with a period when I was eleven or twelve and intensely unhappy. The kind of stuff that years ago I would have been uncomfortable to share with a room full of acquaintances. As I usually do when I have some kind of time limit, I sped through the reading like the Micro Machines Guy in the old commercials. And about halfway through the first page, I hear a sound.
Laughter.
Uneasy laughter. Gradually, they got into it and were laughing outright. This surprised me. For some reason, I expected everyone to be grim. If only because that's what you do when someone is Baring His Soul. You take that pain and you treat it with love and respect like a sick puppy left in your care. And here they were, laughing at it all like a bunch of sick perverts.
Here's the thing...the story was funny. I think some of my best stuff was in there, albeit in a dry, black humor kind of way. They were laughing because it was funny. Which was my intention. And when the really serious parts came up, they listened. That grim look people get on their faces when they're at a reading means they are listening to the reader.
I left Works in Progress with an altogether happy feeling.
In my work I strive for that balance between light and dark. It's proven to be the greatest challenge, trying to be true to life's hardships while also being true to the fact that life is pretty damn funny. Even in its darkest moments. There's a story in my book called "How Brother Roy lost His Dog, Twice." It's one of my few attempts to write a straight-up humorous story. The first time I ever read it was at my last TerPoets feature. Afterward, everyone came up to me saying how sad it was. but they were laughing during the reading. Uncomfortable laughter. I liked that feeling. And I pride myself on the fact that I don't write for shock, and have my characters say things purely for controversy. Just telling the truth, as I see it.
Wednesday, January 11, 2012
Chapter 69: In Which I Talk About Dancing
"Gimme all ya got! Gimme all ya got!"--Al Pacino, Heat
I've been dancing a lot lately. Thursday was 80s Night at Belvederes' four-year anniversary, dancing til 4 in the morning (I clocked out at 3:30). The next day I had coquitos with some old Pittsburgh friends and went to Pandemic, the international dance night at Brillobox. Day after that was 90s Night at Belvedere's. I didn't intend on dancing three nights in a row, but people invited me. Gotta love surprises. Gotta love being home.
Since then I've been a boring homebody working on job applications and the Hard Times manuscript. Making up for lost time. Looks like I'll be too busy on the work to visit New York City like I wanted to this winter. I tell myself: accomplish one thing each day. One concrete goal. And so far it's been a good week.
On Monday my article about Yoshiaki Kawajiri went up on Weird Fiction Review: http://weirdfictionreview.com/2012/01/yoshiaki-kawajiris-urban-hells-elwin-cotman/. The VanderMeers' website has only been up about three month's and has a glutton's feast of material on the bizarre. And such a pretty looking website, as well.
Tuesday brought even bigger news...The Jack Daniels Sessions EP e-book is up on Smashwords! http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/116814 It's been a lot of work, formatting and going over the book (again) with the proverbial fine-toothed comb. Now, for only $4.99 you can enjoy these stories on your favorite futuristic device. Most of the credit goes to my editor Nathan, who reformatted the whole book for Smashwords. It's approved for the Premium Catalog and should appear on the Kobo, Barnes & Noble, Sony, Amazon, Apple & Diesel sites within two weeks. Smashwords is awesome and I'm happy to have my e-book on such an author-friendly site.
I do promotion for my work, but I've never felt particularly good at it. I've never had the bold brazenness to do huge rounds of publicity. I'll usually work really hard at it and then level off after a while. Right now I'm thinking of ways to promote Hard Times and coming up with what fits my comfort level and what doesn't. Now here am, with my very first e-book online, and not so much as a giveaway to let people know it exists. I'm not really angsting about it. It's out there in the world. It exists.
Looks like I have a few reasons to be dancing. Let's see what Wednesday brings.
Heat
I love crime capers movies. Can't get enough of them. Michael Mann is one of my absolute favorite directors. I don't know anyone who can balance style with realism like he does. I rewatched Heat recently. Still great. Still has the best shootout with Val Kilmer wrecking everybody. And Mann realizes the point of restraint. He could have had a whole movie of DeNiro and Pacino chewing the scenery at each other. Instead he keeps them apart, giving them scenes to play off their different strengths, and surrounds them with a stable of character actors to play off of. Lots of great '90s faces: Tom Sizemore, Wes Studi, William Fichtner, Henry Freakin' Rollins.
What I love most about the movie is that, even though DeNiro's team are supposed to be this crack team of super-criminals, they fuck up every...single...last...job...in the whole movie! They do four or five jobs, and every one ends with them either retreating or having to kill a couple dozen people shooting their way out. Hell, there's a scene in which the whole gang of murderers meets at an expensive restaurant and dines together IN PUBLIC like a bunch of self-congratulatory investment banker buddies. Naturally, Pacino's able to stake them out, because how can you miss them? It's hilarious. I'm supposed to buy DeNiro as some sort of mastermind foil to Pacino's high-strung cop, but I just don't see it. He gets away through most of the movie because he's extremely lucky.
And I love that Mann lingers on the small moments. It's a crime epic, but the only really thing epic about it is the length (and that shootout). The film's basically about some cops, some perps, and the complications of their domestic lives. The fact that he would dwell on the Allstate Guy trying to lead a clean life working at a grease spoon demonstrates his empathy for all his characters. And I like the fact that the cop's home life falling aparts adds nothing to the main plot. Mann avoids Hollywood stuff like having DeNiro kidnap Natalie Portman or something. But it all makes the movie that much richer. Still don't like the obligatory "old guy hooks up with young girl" side-plot DeNiro has, but it's Hollywood, so I guess it had to be in there somewhere. And I'm pretty sure Jon Voight's in there as some sort of long-haired cowboy. Still don't know the point of his character, but the ridiculousness of that visual just does it for me.
I just can't get enough of Mann's films. And he's been in the business so long people are starting to copy him. Watch The Dark Knight. Tell me the whole movie, even down to the way it's shot, isn't a love letter to Mann. It's a superhero movie dressed up as Heat.
I've been dancing a lot lately. Thursday was 80s Night at Belvederes' four-year anniversary, dancing til 4 in the morning (I clocked out at 3:30). The next day I had coquitos with some old Pittsburgh friends and went to Pandemic, the international dance night at Brillobox. Day after that was 90s Night at Belvedere's. I didn't intend on dancing three nights in a row, but people invited me. Gotta love surprises. Gotta love being home.
Since then I've been a boring homebody working on job applications and the Hard Times manuscript. Making up for lost time. Looks like I'll be too busy on the work to visit New York City like I wanted to this winter. I tell myself: accomplish one thing each day. One concrete goal. And so far it's been a good week.
On Monday my article about Yoshiaki Kawajiri went up on Weird Fiction Review: http://weirdfictionreview.com/2012/01/yoshiaki-kawajiris-urban-hells-elwin-cotman/. The VanderMeers' website has only been up about three month's and has a glutton's feast of material on the bizarre. And such a pretty looking website, as well.
Tuesday brought even bigger news...The Jack Daniels Sessions EP e-book is up on Smashwords! http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/116814 It's been a lot of work, formatting and going over the book (again) with the proverbial fine-toothed comb. Now, for only $4.99 you can enjoy these stories on your favorite futuristic device. Most of the credit goes to my editor Nathan, who reformatted the whole book for Smashwords. It's approved for the Premium Catalog and should appear on the Kobo, Barnes & Noble, Sony, Amazon, Apple & Diesel sites within two weeks. Smashwords is awesome and I'm happy to have my e-book on such an author-friendly site.
I do promotion for my work, but I've never felt particularly good at it. I've never had the bold brazenness to do huge rounds of publicity. I'll usually work really hard at it and then level off after a while. Right now I'm thinking of ways to promote Hard Times and coming up with what fits my comfort level and what doesn't. Now here am, with my very first e-book online, and not so much as a giveaway to let people know it exists. I'm not really angsting about it. It's out there in the world. It exists.
Looks like I have a few reasons to be dancing. Let's see what Wednesday brings.
Heat
I love crime capers movies. Can't get enough of them. Michael Mann is one of my absolute favorite directors. I don't know anyone who can balance style with realism like he does. I rewatched Heat recently. Still great. Still has the best shootout with Val Kilmer wrecking everybody. And Mann realizes the point of restraint. He could have had a whole movie of DeNiro and Pacino chewing the scenery at each other. Instead he keeps them apart, giving them scenes to play off their different strengths, and surrounds them with a stable of character actors to play off of. Lots of great '90s faces: Tom Sizemore, Wes Studi, William Fichtner, Henry Freakin' Rollins.
What I love most about the movie is that, even though DeNiro's team are supposed to be this crack team of super-criminals, they fuck up every...single...last...job...in the whole movie! They do four or five jobs, and every one ends with them either retreating or having to kill a couple dozen people shooting their way out. Hell, there's a scene in which the whole gang of murderers meets at an expensive restaurant and dines together IN PUBLIC like a bunch of self-congratulatory investment banker buddies. Naturally, Pacino's able to stake them out, because how can you miss them? It's hilarious. I'm supposed to buy DeNiro as some sort of mastermind foil to Pacino's high-strung cop, but I just don't see it. He gets away through most of the movie because he's extremely lucky.
And I love that Mann lingers on the small moments. It's a crime epic, but the only really thing epic about it is the length (and that shootout). The film's basically about some cops, some perps, and the complications of their domestic lives. The fact that he would dwell on the Allstate Guy trying to lead a clean life working at a grease spoon demonstrates his empathy for all his characters. And I like the fact that the cop's home life falling aparts adds nothing to the main plot. Mann avoids Hollywood stuff like having DeNiro kidnap Natalie Portman or something. But it all makes the movie that much richer. Still don't like the obligatory "old guy hooks up with young girl" side-plot DeNiro has, but it's Hollywood, so I guess it had to be in there somewhere. And I'm pretty sure Jon Voight's in there as some sort of long-haired cowboy. Still don't know the point of his character, but the ridiculousness of that visual just does it for me.
I just can't get enough of Mann's films. And he's been in the business so long people are starting to copy him. Watch The Dark Knight. Tell me the whole movie, even down to the way it's shot, isn't a love letter to Mann. It's a superhero movie dressed up as Heat.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
On vacation
And loving it. Tightening up the first couple stories for the next collection. Also working on a horribly belated Xmas card for my friends and family. I promise that as I gear up for the new book release that I'll be blogging fast and furious. Looking forward to it. Right now, I'm all about the creative writing.
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
HAPPY NEW YEAR!
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