This is the first in a series called the Lit Log, where I ask people to document what and how they read. If you would like to contribute to the Lit Log, hit me up at andhertz [at] gmail.
Shannon is currently trolling the streets of Beijing with a Leica lens at earthisboring.blogspot.com.
How many books (approximately) do you read a year: I'd like to say more than ten novels, but time and space are hard to gauge.
How many book do you read at a time: I read one at a time. I like to read graphic novels in one sitting, if possible.
The
last great book you read: Winter Journal by Paul Auster was the perfect
book to read at the time I was reading it. Auster is my literary soul
mate. He opened up fiction for me with the New York Trilogy. Philip K
Dick is noted for his mind-bending-ness, but I don't think Auster is as
recognized for fucking with peoples brains. Similar to ALL Haruki
Murakami novels, The New York Trilogy has always stuck in my veins in a
way I feel both uncomfortable with and excited by. Winter Journal is the
type of autobiography I would write about myself if I were to do that
kind of thing.
Your desert island book: Welcome to the Monkey House by Kurt Vonnegut
Prison cell book: Hardboiled Wonderland and The End of the World by Haruki Murakami
Autumn
book: Autumn is both exciting and depressing. I tend to read new things
in the fall, rather than reread or go back to old favorites. I just
finished The Autograph Man by Zadie Smith and will start NW soon.
Are you satisfied with your literary intake: No, absolutely not. I would
love to have more time to read, but I have photos to take and the state
of my existence in China to contemplate.
Thoughts on contemporary
state of literature: The biggest disappointment to me this year in the
literary world, was when Jonah Lehrer was discovered to have MADE UP
information in his book Imagine. He is a young, smart, relevant guy who
has completely discredited himself (he was often a guest on RadioLab--
the best podcast around!). The news of this broke just after the Mike
Daisy incident on This American Life. Smart young people need to step up
their game. Success is such a smack in the face and really seems to
signify not needing to work hard anymore. I don't think I can trust a
writer who isn't tortured. Not that I want David Foster Wallace type
smart and tortured writers, but there is an element of truly hard work
that goes into really great novels. A lot of people in their twenties
are too into themselves to see the world on a larger scale-- to see that
their laziness effects others. Look at all of the literary prizes that
are given out almost solely to an older generation (Julian Barnes' The Sense of an Ending won
the 2011 Booker Prize. A totally incredible novel that largely takes
place in the 60s). They are working hard to stay relevant. Does it
really take 30 years of writing to achieve literary acclaim? Absolutely
not. Most people we admire these days (Hemingway wrote The Sun Also
Rises when he was 27, Mary Shelley was 21 when she wrote Frankenstein,
and Kerouac wrote On the Road when he was 25 ) were young.
Unfortunately, young writers, especially those who have not graduated
from esteemed MFA or ivy league thesis programs are incredibly
overlooked. What I LOVE about contemporary literature is that there are
so many venues for writers who are not in the mainstream to get their
work into the public sphere. Small start up literary zines like The Logan Square Literary Review or websites like McSweeneys and The Diagram
are all amazing ways to showcase writers who are honing their craft.
Most of the writers are unknown because they have 9-5 jobs, do not come
from privilege, and have to hermit away their time to make their way.
Similar to the days of the Beat Poets, writers nowadays have to create
communities inside their hometowns/cities and become big from there. One
of the most exciting readings I went to in Chicago was a poetry reading
done by two guys who were touring around the country, just like
musicians, from reading to reading and selling their books. It was
great.