Mimetic Declination
Blog of David Ginsberg, containing fictional stories, musings, and anecdotes of a neurotic crank.
Tuesday, August 20, 2024
Works I read this year.
Olga Tokarczuk's The Books of Jacob. An extraordinarily good historical novel. This giant tome was very-well researched both in terms of the historical personalities and the complexities and nuances of 18th century Kabbalism. Perhaps someday it could be made into a television series--though how do you communicate the kabbalistic ideas in a tv show? I had ruminated for the last several years about writing a novel about Shabbetai Tzvi, the spiritual forebear of her main character Jacob Frank. She covered the sect of followers of Shabbetai so thoroughly well that I don't think I can compete or add to her treatment. If I were to write such a novel, my derivative work would be analogous to Dan Brown's story compared to the vastly intellectual superior Umberto Eco's treatment of the subject in Foucault's Pendulum. In previous years I read two of her other novels in translation--Flights and Drive your Ploughs over the Bones of the Dead. Both were good, but Flights was exceptional. I see why she won the Nobel Prize for Literature.
Bora Chung's collection of sci-fi stories Your Utopia. I loved this one too. One of the most keenly insightful and empathic sci-fi writers I've yet read.
Amitav Ghosh's The Glass Palace. I'm about 4/5 done reading it and the perspectives on British Imperialism in India and Burma are eye-opening. Another worthwhile read.
Ray Bradbury's collection The Illustrated Man. Meh. Decent, but not brilliant. I picked this one up from the Blind Date with a Book section at Elizabeth's books in Fremantle, Australia. I thought from the description on the brown paper wrapping that I was getting a book of Philip K. Dick stories or perhaps Isaac Asimov or Arthur Clarke.
Kat Howard's Roses and Rot. Also selected via Blind Date with a Book at the Elizabeth's Books in Fremantle. Some good writing at times. I like the idea of the Faeries controlling things behind the scenes. What I disliked was the two-dimensionality of the mother figures in this book. I like my villains more complex and not just evil for evil's sake. Most toxic people I know at least pretend to be good and think of themselves as good.
Andrew Sean Greer's Less. Loved this. Mostly the sense of humour of Arthur Less as he went from one mishap to another. I encountered this one via Barnes & Noble's Blind Date with a Book display in Austin.
Wednesday, March 26, 2014
Walk with me on rocky paths along an algaed-creek
Your off-lead dog leading us
Walk with me shivering on ice carpets
To tres bon restaurants and palaces of art
Walk with me past Middle Age baby Jesus painted gold
Sit with me, in a chair for one, our glassed-over eyes scanning for significance
Your side pressed close to mine, comforting
Sit with me on your porch puffing smoke into the evening air
Your dog dropping slobbered toys on our laps
Sit with me, let’s watch grass grow and wither
Leaves fall and reappear
Ride me, cry out to me with naught to tell me but my name
Ride me, your hips and lips erasing all words mis-written on my page
Ride me to that oblivion where the whole world shoots through us quaking
Delude me, tell me I’m not unimportant, I’m your one
Delude me, let me hope our love endures all nights to come
Delude me, and kiss me when you walk me to the door.
Your off-lead dog leading us
Walk with me shivering on ice carpets
To tres bon restaurants and palaces of art
Walk with me past Middle Age baby Jesus painted gold
Sit with me, in a chair for one, our glassed-over eyes scanning for significance
Your side pressed close to mine, comforting
Sit with me on your porch puffing smoke into the evening air
Your dog dropping slobbered toys on our laps
Sit with me, let’s watch grass grow and wither
Leaves fall and reappear
Ride me, cry out to me with naught to tell me but my name
Ride me, your hips and lips erasing all words mis-written on my page
Ride me to that oblivion where the whole world shoots through us quaking
Delude me, tell me I’m not unimportant, I’m your one
Delude me, let me hope our love endures all nights to come
Delude me, and kiss me when you walk me to the door.
Sunday, March 23, 2014
American Identity Card
I composed the following poem in 2011, frustrated that America backed Israel's efforts to block the declaration of Palestinian statehood. The point of departure is a famous lament by Palestinian poet Mahmoud Darwish.
Inscribe that I’m American
With a treasury overfull of empty promises
I give borrowed money to your enemies
To buy the truncheons thwacking your knees
My silence highers a concrete wall between your eyes
and your uprooted trees
While bullets rip the flesh of destinies
And fiery ordnance whose solemn syllable decrees
Deceitful vows of vengeances
I composed the following poem in 2011, frustrated that America backed Israel's efforts to block the declaration of Palestinian statehood. The point of departure is a famous lament by Palestinian poet Mahmoud Darwish.
Inscribe that I’m American
With a treasury overfull of empty promises
I give borrowed money to your enemies
To buy the truncheons thwacking your knees
My silence highers a concrete wall between your eyes
and your uprooted trees
While bullets rip the flesh of destinies
And fiery ordnance whose solemn syllable decrees
Deceitful vows of vengeances
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
Eclipse
by Gus Ginsburg
Our moon bathes in sunlight
And we admire his scarred handsomeness
When our world with its bills and bickering interposes
Blocking the moon’s view of his beloved
He knows her smile is not for him
His face darkens like a man too-oft defeated
Outshone by every tiny insignificant star
by Gus Ginsburg
Our moon bathes in sunlight
And we admire his scarred handsomeness
When our world with its bills and bickering interposes
Blocking the moon’s view of his beloved
He knows her smile is not for him
His face darkens like a man too-oft defeated
Outshone by every tiny insignificant star
Wednesday, August 28, 2013
Translation of my Hebrew Poem
I awoke from a wondrous dream
And found a hair, long and brunette
Asleep on my pillow
A souvenir of evenings of joyful give-and-take
And desire which shook the world
Hewing smiles onto the faces of blushing gods
The thin hair which emanated and fell
Framed affection-bearing eyes
And naughty bitey teeth
And curled lips, aroused
From which flowed words wise and funny
This same hair is a complex universe in itself
A double-helix book, her recipe inscribed
I grasped the hair in my hand
And raised her universe to my lips
And kissed what remained of her
I awoke alone
I awoke from a wondrous dream
And found a hair, long and brunette
Asleep on my pillow
A souvenir of evenings of joyful give-and-take
And desire which shook the world
Hewing smiles onto the faces of blushing gods
The thin hair which emanated and fell
Framed affection-bearing eyes
And naughty bitey teeth
And curled lips, aroused
From which flowed words wise and funny
This same hair is a complex universe in itself
A double-helix book, her recipe inscribed
I grasped the hair in my hand
And raised her universe to my lips
And kissed what remained of her
I awoke alone
Wednesday, July 31, 2013
התעוררתי מחלום מופלא
ומצאתי שערה חומה וארוכה
ישנה על פני כרי
מזכרת ערבים מלאים במשא ומתן עליז
ותאווה שהרעידה את העולם
שחצבה חיוכים בפני האלהים הסמוקים
השערה הדקיקה שנבעה ונפלה
מיסגרה עיניים הרוחשות חיבה
ושיניים הנושכות ושובבות
ושפתיים כנופות ומגורות
זרמו מהן מילים מצחיקות וחכמות
ואותה שערה היא תבל מורכבת בעצמה
ספר סליל-כפול ורשום בו מתכונהּ
אחזתי את השערה בידי
והגבתי את תבלהּ לפי
ונשקתי את שנשארה איתי
והתעוררתי ערירי
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Update
I haven't updated lately. I was hoping for some good news regarding publication of Bride of the Golem, but haven't yet received it, though I am still optimistic.
In the meantime, I had some very sad news, namely, that the Bride of Ginsburg has had enough of me and wants to divorce. So of late I've been preoccupied with figuring out what to do and where to go next--Haifa and Austin were my top choices--and packing up my library [oh if I only had it all on an e-reader!] and other belongings.
So last Friday, against my will, I signed a Get (a Jewish bill of divorce) releasing a woman I still love very dearly from her marriage to me. I don't think I've ever NOT wanted anything so badly in my life.
I've come back to Austin for the time being, though Haifa might still be a possibility. I have many pals and loved ones in Texas and they are easing the pain of losing my best friend. I suppose that sounds a bit harsh. We are splitting as amicably as possible, and she's been mostly kind and considerate during this process. Nonetheless, for over a decade and a half, she was my dance partner in crime, travelling companion and a million things more. Although at times I go to pieces about the split up, I am also very grateful to her for fifteen beautiful years.
Back in the place I used to call home, things have been surprisingly good. In addition to seeing some of my favorite people, I've had breakfast tacos, several varieties of Shiner and Live Oak beer and Hyde Park fries. I heard an amazing jazz ensemble last night at The Elephant Room. I swam in Barton Springs Pool today--a few of the ladies were swimming and sunbathing topless, and boobs miraculously improve my mood. Tonight I am seeing one of my favorite bands, The Gourds. And soon, very soon, a publisher will say "you are hereby Holy to me with this contract according to the laws of copyright" to The Bride of the Golem. And we'll all dance a hora.
GG
Saturday, February 18, 2012
A Charming Story at the Liars' League
One of my favourite things to do here in London is to attend short story readings by professional actors at the Phoenix Pub in Cavendish Square. Last week I especially enjoyed a story by Steve Wasserman of the Short Story Book Club. I am posting a link to the delightful reading of "Kiss-Kill", a story in epistolary form of a seduction. When done well, like i this piece and also Frobisher's chapters in David Mitchell's Cloud Atlas or the chapters narrated by Eunice Park in Gary Shteyngart's Super Sad True Love Story epistolary storytelling can be quite effective. I've also seen it done badly, but not this time. What makes it work is the strength of the narrative voice Wasserman employs, which is carried well, indeed, enhanced by Cliff Chapman's reading. Why not experience it for yourself? Here's the link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aN2XPzyA8mA&list=UUwYoiN_o-hTb6461eHR2Q0w&index=1&feature=plpp_video
Enjoy.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aN2XPzyA8mA&list=UUwYoiN_o-hTb6461eHR2Q0w&index=1&feature=plpp_video
Enjoy.
Sunday, January 15, 2012
On Returning to Austin for a week
I arrived at the Austin airport, turned the radio to Ko-op 91.7, and was serenaded by the legendary Don Walser (z"l) yodeling like God's favorite angel, welcoming me home. I'm very lucky to have heard him play back in the 1990s, his audience a mix of his family, traditional country western enthusiasts, and tattooed & pierced alternative people. He walked table to table at Jovita's greeting those who came out to see him. In 1994, I watched him with pride as he and Jimmie Dale Gilmore opened for Johnny Cash at the Erwin Center.
What else can I report? I'm making a concentrated effort to arrange a ketubah signing for Bride of the Golem. Will pass along the good news when it is confirmed.
What else can I report? I'm making a concentrated effort to arrange a ketubah signing for Bride of the Golem. Will pass along the good news when it is confirmed.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Erinna Mettler's Starlings Revisited
Several months ago at a Liars League event in London, I won a review copy of Erinna Mettler's Starlings. This novel is a set of craftily interwoven stories taking place in Brighton, each chapter following a character. I found it a compelling read--I finished it in two or three days, largely because I enjoyed it and wanted to see what happened next.
I especially enjoyed that the author took risks--narrating one incident from two points of view, and presenting one chapter as a manuscript of a short story, and we're not sure whether we should view this particular chapter in the story as a "real" and thinly veiled account of something which happened to her, or if it is an original work of fiction by the character in the chapter. Fiction within fiction, or a clever new narrative device. In addition to the cleverness of the narrative, and the intricacy of the plot, the characters in this set of stories are well-developed and masterfully depicted.
Mettler is a VERY talented new writer.
The publisher is Revenge Ink. I noted that my review copy was full of typographical errors--numerous instances of hard returns improperly dissecting paragraphs, quotation marks turned the wrong way, and several other errors, which were more than a little distracting. The author informed me that the copy I have is merely a review copy and that these were cleaned up in the final printing. How times have changed for the publishing industry! Twenty years ago, I worked as a proofreader for a small press, and if we had printed a review copy with a quarter of that number of typos, I'd have been fired immediately. I was holding off posting my review until I'd seen the proper printed version of Mettler's Starlings, so that I could verify her claim. Which leads me to problem number 2: Whenever I happen to walk into Daunt or Waterstones or Foyle's or even the public library, I've checked to see if they have a copy of the book, so I can compare it to the review copy, but I've not seen the book anywhere. Which leads me to lament Revenge Ink's distributive capabilities. I hope with her next novel, Mettler signs on with a proper publisher which will give her the editorial attention and the distribution she very richly deserves. I'd truly hate to see this gem of a book linger in obscurity. Mettler is too good a writer to remain unknown and unread.
I especially enjoyed that the author took risks--narrating one incident from two points of view, and presenting one chapter as a manuscript of a short story, and we're not sure whether we should view this particular chapter in the story as a "real" and thinly veiled account of something which happened to her, or if it is an original work of fiction by the character in the chapter. Fiction within fiction, or a clever new narrative device. In addition to the cleverness of the narrative, and the intricacy of the plot, the characters in this set of stories are well-developed and masterfully depicted.
Mettler is a VERY talented new writer.
The publisher is Revenge Ink. I noted that my review copy was full of typographical errors--numerous instances of hard returns improperly dissecting paragraphs, quotation marks turned the wrong way, and several other errors, which were more than a little distracting. The author informed me that the copy I have is merely a review copy and that these were cleaned up in the final printing. How times have changed for the publishing industry! Twenty years ago, I worked as a proofreader for a small press, and if we had printed a review copy with a quarter of that number of typos, I'd have been fired immediately. I was holding off posting my review until I'd seen the proper printed version of Mettler's Starlings, so that I could verify her claim. Which leads me to problem number 2: Whenever I happen to walk into Daunt or Waterstones or Foyle's or even the public library, I've checked to see if they have a copy of the book, so I can compare it to the review copy, but I've not seen the book anywhere. Which leads me to lament Revenge Ink's distributive capabilities. I hope with her next novel, Mettler signs on with a proper publisher which will give her the editorial attention and the distribution she very richly deserves. I'd truly hate to see this gem of a book linger in obscurity. Mettler is too good a writer to remain unknown and unread.
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