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John Williams, Writer and Editor, Part 2

July 8, 2010 | by

This is the second installment of Williams' culture diary. Click here to read part 1.

DAY FIVE

Photograph by Justin Lane.

9:30 A.M. I read a profile of novelist David Mitchell by Wyatt Mason in The New York Times Magazine. I try to read anything Mason writes. He’s always sharp, and he was among the few critics who gave one of my favorite novels (It’s All Right Now by Charles Chadwick) its due. As for Mitchell, I want to read him in theory, but I’ve yet to feel inspired to actually pick up the books. I’m most interested in Black Swan Green, his semi-autobiographical novel, and by consensus his least formally inventive.

11:00 A.M. I read an excerpt from David Grossman’s forthcoming novel, To the End of the Land, at The New York Review of Books site. The novel is one of the fall books I’m looking forward to most.

11:45 A.M. I go back through several publishers’ catalogs to firm up a list of titles that I hope to assign for review on The Second Pass in the fall. I add Dinaw Mengestu’s sophomore novel, How to Read the Air, and the list is now sixty-five books long, which seems ambitious. I may have to prune it a bit.

4:35 P.M. I read the first few pages of The Art of Losing, a debut novel by Rebecca Connell that appeared in the mail last week. It’s being published in October, and I add it to the list for review. I realize this is the opposite of pruning.

11:00 P.M. The Criterion Collection recently released Make Way for Tomorrow, a 1937 movie directed by Leo McCarey, who also directed Duck Soup, The Awful Truth, and dozens of others. I watch it on my laptop. It stars Victor Moore and Beulah Bondi as an elderly couple who lose their home to foreclosure. None of their children are able to take them both, so they’re separated. Legendary character actor Thomas Mitchell is great as George, the son who takes in his mother. Made in the wake of the Social Security Act of 1935, the movie, without being overtly political at all, unfolds like an argument for the importance of social safety nets. There are moments of real humor, but the overall mood is melancholy.

DAY SIX

9:43 A.M. I listen to a bit of sports radio while having breakfast. This is a habit I’ve developed over the past year or two. All the talk at the moment is about where LeBron James will end up playing basketball next year. James’ free agency feels like the peak (I hope) of interest in money and business masquerading as an interest in sports.

11:00 A.M. I talk to my friend Jon Fasman on the phone about his completion of a long special report on gambling for The Economist. He traveled around the world to write it. It will be out any day now, and I can’t wait to read it.

11:30 A.M. My iTunes keeps crashing, so I go to Pandora and turn on the Son Volt station I created. It plays Damien Jurado’s driving “Paperwings,” which improves my mood.

2:11 P.M. On Twitter. Not finding much through it today. There were two days last week when I felt, for the first time, the addictive quality of the site. I seem to have returned to normal since then.

6:00 P.M. I get home to find this week’s issue of The New Yorker on my stairs, and I take it with me as I head to the subway to meet friends in Central Park—the hot weather has broken, giving way to a climate for humans, and we plan to enjoy it. On the train, I read a profile of Steve Carell by Tad Friend. The piece is well done, but it makes me wonder about the improv-influenced comedy of Carell, Will Ferrell, et al., and its weaknesses. I like some results of their method, but it also seems to turn every character into a version of the Carell character in Anchorman—a severely, unrealistically stupid person who gets laughs by just saying things out of context over and over again. On the return trip, I read James Wood’s review of the new David Mitchell novel and this week’s short story, “The Erlking” by Sarah Shun-lien Bynum, one of the magazine’s 20 Under 40 honorees. The story is apparently a play on a work by Goethe, and perhaps knowing the original—and not being sleepy on the subway—would have helped.

DAY SEVEN

9:43 A.M. Twitter, for the latest and greatest. The first link I follow is to a column by Fauzia Burke about whether Twitter really helps publishers sell books. Then, I find a nearly ideal way to start a day: a camera test from The Muppet Movie in which Kermit and Fozzie have an existential conversation about whether Fozzie is a real bear. This, in turn, leads me to a clip of Prince joking with a Muppet. OK, time to get off this YouTube carousel before the whole day is lost...

10:25 A.M. I see that The Believer’s new music issue is out. I read the beginning of Nick Hornby’s “What I’ve Been Reading” column. (Only the first three paragraphs are available online.) He writes about a British actress who took issue with the idea of the talking cure, saying that psychologists are “not listening in the way that someone who loves you does.” Hornby writes, “That’s the whole point, and to complain that therapists aren’t friends is rather like complaining that osteopaths aren’t pets.”

10:34 A.M. Start my daily visit to various literary blogs. Through no fault of theirs, I’m bored. There are some mornings when the web just doesn’t do the trick. There should probably be more mornings like that. A lovely breeze is coming through the kitchen window. I leave to do my laundry, taking a book with me.

11:00 A.M. The book I take is Bigger Deal by Anthony Holden, a sequel to his first memoir about playing poker, Big Deal. The cover blurb is from Martin Amis: “Holden is the top writer in pokerdom.” There’s a lot of competition these days, but Holden is good.

8:00 P.M. I originally planned to simply write here: “Redacted.” But no, confession is more fun. I’m at the Gershwin Theater to see the musical Wicked with family members who are in from out of town. It’s pretty much as I expect: bad lyrics throughout (I think one character tells another, “you’re like a handprint on my heart”), but some satisfying spectacle.

11:56 P.M. Back home, I pack for a July 4th weekend away. It will be spent next to a lake with ten friends, cooking, swimming, and Scrabble- and Wiffle ball-playing. I take five books with me, which, I can tell you after the fact, is four and nine-tenths too many.



John Williams is the founder and editor of The Second Pass.

3 COMMENTS

3 Comments

  1. Lorin Stein | July 8, 2010 at 5:21 pm

    It’s so nice to hear someone mention It’s All Right Now! That book has stayed with me too–the first half, anyway. And the moment, later on, when the vicar gives him Larkin’s poems … after he’s just spent the novel living through scenes derived from those poems. Such a peculiar book.

  2. Joy Malinowski | July 8, 2010 at 6:13 pm

    I felt the same way about David Mitchell so I started with Black Swan Green. It is really beautifully written. It almost felt like collection of short stories to me. Reading Cloud Atlas now. Not as complicated as some reviews would have you believe. Very different books however.

  3. Rebecca Connell | July 9, 2010 at 4:40 am

    As the author of The Art of Losing, I’m very glad you have added it to your list for review! Hope you enjoy it.

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