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A fan, not me!

A fan, not me!

It’s always been about the music for me, not all the artifices that go with it.Sure, sometimes, the whole package works really well but the music is what matters to me.I was never a fanclub member, I never wrote to a singer when a teenager and I never tried to follow anyone after a concert.
So, I’m probably not your ideal fan, I will not buy all the remixes, magazines…I can’t just focus on one band like some people do.I have very eclectic tastes.Sometimes, you might even like the music but not necessarily everything that goes with it.
Music has always been  a great comfort to me.I can relate whole episodes of my life to various songs and associate them to different moods or stages in my life.
Until recently, I’d have been hard pressed to name my favourite band or singer or song.Even, just choosing my favourite song from a particular band is difficult, there are so many!So, what changed?

A chance discovery that took me completely by surprise.
I’ll never forget that day, sat there, wrought with emotion.It was so unexpected, moved me like never before, such a revelation.Now, I’ve been music mad since I was 10 years old and I’ve gone through varied types of music so it takes a lot for me to be surprised and blown away like I was.
It was a revelation I had not expected, yet, it was the music I’d wanted to hear all my life without knowing it.
It pushed all my buttons, provoked me, stirred me, the whole package musically with  soft melodies, hard ones , fast ones, the words and the way they’re played with, the emotion that filters through, so intense, the way it transports me…

So, if I had to choose my “desert island disc”…

And you, are you a fan?
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Guest Post: Memoir for the Masses (via The Literary Lollipop)

To remind us all of what matters when writing a book.

 

Written by Daniel McDermott

People often ask me if I’ve led an interesting life, random people: the security guard at work, a nosey pizza delivery guy with too much time on his hands and too much gel in his hair, a shawl-wearing librarian with plate-sized glasses and grape-scented whispers, or that scotch-drinking, jewelry-studded guy at O’Shea’s Pub last Thursday, the one with the hairy arms, Caribbean tan, and 80’s-style windbreaker. “What make … Read More

via The Literary Lollipop

 

Whether my book is read by 7 people or 700,000 remains to be seen, as does the promptness of my utility bill payment, but in the hands of the right author, an author equipped with the proper skill and psychological intention, any life can be transformed into literature.

About the Author:

Daniel McDermott is just about finished with the fifth and final draft of his forthcoming memoir, Drag Bunny. It contains no aliens, immortals, or artificial appendages. He is the editor of Bananafish Magazine.

 

No boys allowed

Jonathan Franzen at the 2008 Brooklyn Book Fes...

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No Boys Allowed: A Book Club to Discuss Jonathan Franzen’s Freedom

Last month, a group of women between the ages of 25 and 35 got together in Los Angeles to talk about Jonathan Franzen’s new novel, Freedom.  I was one of these women.  I loved the idea of getting together to discuss a big book, one that people across the nation were also buying, and reading, and meeting to talk about.  It felt like we were participating in a cultural moment–it was like getting a Cabbage Patch Kid in the 1980s.   Plus, there would be snacks.

However, I did bring one quote, from Garth Risk Hallberg’s review on this very site.  To start the meeting off, I read the quote aloud to the others:

It is surely worth mentioning that Franzen writes more persuasively and attentively about the inner life of women than any male American novelist since Henry James.

“Who wrote that?”  someone asked.
“What? You don’t think a man can write from a woman’s perspective?”
“Was the reviewer a man or a woman?”
“How does he know?”
“The question isn’t whether a man can write a woman’s perspective, but if Franzen can. Was he successful?”

The responses were mixed to this question.  All of us felt Patty Berglund, midway through the novel at least, was a complicated and believable character, but a few of us–myself included–did not buy the conceit of her autobiography.  It did not feel as if she had written it; arbitrarily capitalizing words does not render a perspective true!  To me it felt half-assed, almost offensive. Why present these words as Patty’s, when they are really the author’s, barely concealing himself?  It didn’t seem like a true investigation of a character’s world or her use of language to describe that world.

In both meetings, we came back to this question of whether or not Freedom is a masterpiece.  Why was Jonathan Franzen, out of the many talented and important authors, the anointed one?  We all agreed it was pretty great to see a writer on the cover of TIME, but was he truly “the great American novelist”?   He is both commercially successful and critically acclaimed, and few can claim that mysterious combination these days.   We were saddened, or sobered, by the fact that a woman, at least in the present day, would not be given that title.  Everyone agreed with that.

Read the article in The Millions:

http://ht.ly/3e9RS