LITERATURE & NEW MEDIA: A Clockwork Orange – Special Effects

Have you noticed that you can take a picture of your kitchen or whatever room when it’s in particularly bad shape–in the middle of pie-baking with flour dust everywhere, or like my living room with the book stacks–and yet it still comes out (with a good lens and software) looking clean?

This is what I’ve noticed in watching A Clockwork Orange versus reading the book.  There must be a concentrated effort on the part of the film maker to perceive and reveal what a general concensus of readers would envision.  "Dirty" doesn’t come through easily on film unless specific technical properties are employed such as graininess or softening or color value.  Otherwise, the crispness of high quality film methods make it look "falsely" dirty; set up or staged so to speak. 

From the author’s description of the prison or the streets I established a specific image in my mind–based of course on my own experience and influences.  The movie image didn’t jive with my own.  The prison looked like a castle in some scenes–those lovely stone walls and arched doorways.

I’m wondering if, while film is taking away a good deal of the writerly aspect of story by defining image, there is not still some amount of perception left to the viewer.  Beauty still is in the eye of the beholder, so that even a specific chair can be seen in different ways:  comfortable or not comfortable, purple rather than blue, too contemporary or too traditional, etc. 

It is indeed interesting to poke around the notion of perception.  And then, I suppose, know that no amount of narrowing a field of information can completely exclude argument.

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WRITING: NO Simultaneous Submissions!

So a story I’ve been diligently working on has at long last been sent out to a few literary journals for their consideration.  For several reasons I wanted to get it out there: it was ready; I needed to get back into the submission mode; and there’s another story ripening in my mind that I’m getting excited about.  It’s been a little while since I’ve submitted, and some things have changed.

I used to carefully adhere to the guidelines and so made a point of noting a simultaneous submission when required, or make an effort to send those refusing to accept such, a different story–never the story I was particularly confident in.  Why tie a story up for four months at the whim of one lit journal? 

I’ve found, however, that the majority of the journals, even the big named, well-established, much-sought-after, near-snobbish-about-it types, have dropped this ridiculous restriction.  I’m sure they realized that well, writers either lied about exclusivity or like I just did yesterday, weren’t sending them anything.  Instead of being the creme de la creme, they were becoming the last resort.  Well no, it’s not out elsewhere; it’s gone the route already.  In fact, my method is to send to the "top tier" first, then send out to the next level, and usually I stop there, figuring that the story just isn’t good enough as is and needs some reworking.  Many writers do just the opposite, sending to the lesser known (and that’s what I mean by "top tier" etc.) first.  But my goal isn’t just publication; I suppose I’m as big a snob as a writer as publications can be on their end.

Alway loved this one:  Simultaneous submissions will not be read. 

Oh yeah?  Well unless they’re wasting precious reading time calling other journals, how do they know?  Hey, did you get an orange 9 x 12 envelope in the mail this week from Susan in Connecticut? 

So M…R…:  With any luck on my side, you’ll never get a chance to read any of my work unless it’s in published form elsewhere.

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LITERATURE & NEW MEDIA: A Clockwork Orange – Details

Watched a bit more of the film, and immediately felt better about something that had bothered me in the book–nitpicky close reader that I am (or, if I missed it, inept close reader, blah, blah).

When Alex is in the medical facility and undergoing the Ludovico Treatment, he is being forced to watch violent videos.  He cannot move his head and his eyelids are clamped open.  Reading this, I thought, hmmm; don’t his eyes dry out?  Well, in the movie, there’s an assistant constantly applying eyedrops. 

Now if I missed this–and when I get back into the house I’ll check the book–then my whole epiphany here is wasted.  But I’m thinking that not only does this show the possibility of video allowing more indepth accuracy that in text may come off as too much "tell" vs. show (video being a natural for that advantage) as well as weighing down a story with details when only one medium is used (versus targeting different senses simultaneously) it also may reveal that in switching to another medium, flaws, or just opportunities to clarify are discovered and covered.

Malcolm McDowell, by the way, is superb in this characterization.

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LITERATURE & NEW (?) MEDIA: A Clockwork Orange – The Movie

Finally got a chance to viddy the first half of Stanley Kubrick’s Clockwork Orange this afternoon.  Real horrorshow stuff. 

I’m finding that I really don’t remember seeing it, and I’m wondering if I was spaced out back in ’71 because I usually remember movies very well.  For the first viewing (now, on DVD–kinda neat watching a movie on the laptop!) I’m just watching it through without referencing Anthony Burgess’ book at all.  But I am finding that the music, as someone suggested, is a very large part of the impact.  Alex and two teenyboppers romping naked to the William Tell Overture is definitely more effective with a/v effects.

There are some ironic elements to watching a 1971 movie DVD on my laptop in 2006, as the main character of Alex in his future world, sticks a cassette tape into a player to listen to Mozart.

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WRITING & REALITY?: Playing With Your Food

Last night we went out to a Japanese restaurant with a dear friend of ours, Gus, to celebrate my birthday.  I’d never gone the Hibachi route, though I love sushi bars, so it was tremendous entertainment and great fun. 

While it is easy to correlate the act of preparing food as a performance, especially in this case–and I’m wondering now if there is other ethnic cooking with such emphasis on the visual preparations by the chef…tossing a pizza comes to mind–with the performance arts such as dance and interpretative movement, I found it as an adventure in writing story.

Our chef was a particularly enthusiastic young man and had a flair for the dramatic as well as being a born showman.  The "story" opened with an introduction by the narrator (the chef) of the players: filet mignon, shrimp, lobster, scallops, and chicken, to the audience (the diners).  Within seconds, the conflict that the players will face:  the stage (the grill) is squirted with oil and set up in a whoosh of flames.  I believe the squid shivered on the sideboard. 

A few eggs enter the stage and are spun and flipped around by the wind (a well manipulated spatula).  Mt. Fuji is created by a graduated ring of onions spouting with flaming Saki. Then the earth (huge mound of rice) is planted (seasoned) and changes with the movements of time (two spatulas).  Enter the little people of the land, the vegies, who travel the space as a tribe.  A floret of broccoli may decide to leave this homeland and attempt a better life–being flipped in the direction of a waiting mouth of a bolder diner than I.  Later, some of the shrimp tries to escape as well.  The outlands (the floor) is the burial ground for these explorers.

Once the stage is cleared of the land and its inhabitants, the main players, the gods enter.  There is war between  beef and lobster for territorial rights of prime space.  With much whooping and dancing by the chef, peace comes back to the earth, and all have moved on, to bring life reincarnated within the diners.

I loved it.

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REALITY?: Time

Today I enter my 60th year of doing business.  Starting it out with pills other than vitamins.  Celebrating with chocolate cherries and fine dining tonight.  And sending out submissions on writings. 

Forty-nine was yesterday, when I scribbled out a novel in under three months, expecting to be published by fifty.  A decade of learning and reading and writing millions, billions of words.  So many people back then aren’t here today, lost in the passage of natural time, but they all live somewhere in story now.

A decade passes like a single year, and so I’m still shocked each morning as I brush my teeth and look up into the mirror.

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REALITY?: Meditation

Preparing myself for tomorrow; two meetings, one likely aggravating, the other likely fun.  Deep breathing, drawing in the good clean air of life to fill every brain cell with soothing reason, quelch all the bile that pools in my stomach, forcing the life force to flow unhindered by knots in the system.

Either that, or maybe I’ll knock open Willie’s Whiskey River presentation bottle.

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WRITING: NaNoWriMo

Several friends have asked if I’m taking part in the NaNoWriMo, and I’ve politely said no, I’m not.

I’ve never even considered it before but this year, since it’s been coming up so often in discussion and because frankly, I AM in writing mode, I checked out the website and the ideas behind the premise.  Sorry, but I just can’t see how, for me, pushing to write 50,000 words in a month (which wouldn’t be hard for me in particular to do) will help my writing.  I’ve just spent the better part of two months on a single 3,000 word story, and still asked for help from a friend who’s a pro (and a prof) before I felt comfortable submitting it.  But for thems that can do it, I really admire the effort and hard work and time it’s going to demand.

But what I’m working on now takes more time to tweak than to write the first draft.  Quality, not quantity, is what I’m seeking to achieve, though I suppose if I had a rough writing spell this would be the ideal picker-upper.  Somehow, though, the whole idea of word count and fast and furious writing seems counterpoint to what a writer hopes to achieve.  Sounds more like a publisher’s thinking to me.  I’ve always hated the word count thing anyway; insisting that a sellable novel must be between 80,000 and 100,000 words.

I say, it needs whatever it takes to tell the story.

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WRITING: AUDIO!!!

Well this is just the most fun thing.  I picked up a headphone/microphone (should have gone for the better quality–I always have and still sound like a Munchkin on a Mic) both for a presentation on A Clockwork Orange and to add the reading of text passages to a Flash project.  So…..I practiced on a story I’m polishing up right now:

Gazpacho

Okay, so the pretty pictures from Media Player aren’t there, and it takes forever to load.  I’m learning…

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LITERATURE: And Anti-Literature Advertising

The new Toys’R’Us ad:  "Mommy, read us a book!" say the kiddies, jumping up and down on their beds until mom, pleased with the request by her kiddies, brings out a book and the three settle down to read and listen to…the Toys’R’Us catalog.

Is that a kick in the head of literacy or what.

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LITERATURE: The Pleasure of the Text – Roland Barthes

While I haven’t given up on Barthes’ S/Z, I picked this second essay up to perhaps approach Barthes from a different angle.  Pleasure.

Of course, Topic of Cancer was also in this package.  Do you think that maybe I’m having a mid-life crisis?

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REALITY?: Moving Day

Big bulky burgandy leather chair can hardly fit through doorways.  Tanklike TV sets hard to grip.  Chairs, chairs, and more chairs.  Collections quite classic, other queerly cute.

Things that’d like to stay in place, inanimate for a reason; if only folks would leave them be.

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LITERATURE: No Country – Setting

Where he reached the river it made a broad sweep out of a canyon and carried down past great stands of carrizo cane.  Downriver it washed up against a rock bluff and then bore away to the south.  Darkness deep in the canyon.  The water dark.  He dropped into the cut and fell and rolled and rose and began to make his way down a long sandy ridge toward the river. (p. 32)

Only McCarthy would describe the landscape as a man is running for his life.

This seems to bother some people.  The tie that McCarthy has with the land that makes it so important in his stories.  I love it.  The canvas, the field, the necessary plane on which all life and color move.

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LITERATURE: Chekov

Oh man.  I was just in the mood for an old classic short story.  Had been reading constantly through some of those in the PBW Challenge and needed the old.  Read Chopin and one other, then a favorite, Chekov. 

Misery.  It’s beautiful, what else can I say?  I won’t even spoil its effect with the pointing out of metaphor (like the snow-covered man and his horse).

I am rejuvenated.  I am humbled.  I am elated by words once again.  And by the image of Chekov alongside his story…one hell of a good-looking man.

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LITERATURE: No Country for Old Men – Tension and Timeline

McCarthy is a master at piqueing your interest right from the opening line:

I sent one boy to the gaschamber at Hunstsville.  One and only one.  (p. 3)

This is an intro in first person pov from a sheriff.  Within a page, we are switched to immediate action (not the usual McCarthy way) and introducted to Chigurh:

He dropped his cuffed hands over the deputy’s head and leaped into the air and slammed both knees against the back of the deputy’s neck and hauled back on the chain.  (p. 5)

McCarthy’s way is graphic violence, but not usually quite so early on.  We’re not quite sure yet if the "boy" in the first two pages is going to turn out to be Chigurh (which I’m pronouncing "Chigger") but we know that all characters tie in together eventually.  What McCarthy just can’t leave be is timeline.  He loves dropping us in the middle of something and often amid some unsavory characters and putting us at that disadvantage, we’re bound to his story to find out what’s going on. 

Now that’s tension.

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