In Lieu of a "Year-End List"

I answered a few questions for Oregon Humanities recently. While the inevitable spate of year-end "Best of" lists from the literary world get me dyspeptic, I can understand the urge to mark the calendar's closing with recommendations and anecdotes. For our purposes here, let this little Q&A stand.

What book did you read last year that you've recommended other readers read right away?

Madness, Rack, and Honey by Mary Ruefle — Published last year by Seattle’s incredible indie wellspring Wave Books, Madness, Rack, and Honey is by far one of the most impressive, inspiring books I’ve read this year, or perhaps ever. Collecting fourteen gloriously idiosyncratic essays by Ruefle, an accomplished poet and teacher, this book is never theoretical or academic. Ruefle’s mind is thoroughly alive to the vivid pleasures and discoveries of reading, and her means of communicating her enthusiasms are ingenious. I’d call Madness, Rack, and Honey indispensable for anyone who cares for the art and experience of literature, and anyone who wishes for a broader, more constant conversation about it.

What book or books are you looking forward to curling up with this winter?

Alain de Botton’s Art as Therapy, Annie Dillard’s An American Childhood, Sarah Hall’s The Electric Michelangelo, Dag Hammarskjöld’s Markings, Nicholas Roe’s new biography John Keats, W.G. Sebald’s Austerlitz, John Updike’s Self-Consciousness.

Where do you write? Is it a single space? What does it look like?

For my workspace I’ve refurbished a tool shed in my backyard. It’s a kind of micro Cape Cod with rough, yellow-painted cedar sides and moss-covered, tarpaper roofing. There’s a small colony of sparrows in the eaves and, seasonally, bees in some exterior chinks — both of which lend the place a healthy atmosphere of industry. Inside, it’s all file boxes, stacks of paper, and bookshelves overstuffed with around 400 volumes, nearly half of which (to echo Thoreau) I wrote myself. There’s an L-shaped IKEA desk, a green-keyed Royal HH typewriter, circa 1960 (a boon to my process), and, on index cards tacked or taped up everywhere, hand-copied quotations meant to goad and inspire. A favorite of late comes from John Berger’s book Here Is Where We Meet:  

“You put something down and you don’t know immediately what it is. It has always been like that. ... All you have to know is whether you’re lying or whether you’re telling the truth, you can’t afford to make a mistake about that distinction any longer.”

Drone Resistance: Why Buying Books from Your Local Indie Rather than from an Online Retail Juggernaut Makes Sense

Inklings Bookshop, Yakima WA

As noted in far too many media channels, a certain monolithic online retailer recently announced its long-term "plans" for same-day delivery by drone. 

 

(For a consideration of why this prospect — and all the attention paid to it — is downright silly, see Kate Messner on the failure of journalism. Moreover, may we all appreciate the aliterate irony operating at Amazon HQ by recalling the role of drones in Ray Bradbury's Fahrenheit 451.) 

Shelf Awareness recently shared the above snapshot from Yakima Washington's Inkling's Bookshop. It's a real drone, and it now hangs above the store's front registers. Inkling's owner Susan Richmond told Shelf Awareness that the sinister machine serves

"as a conversation starter for our smart, independent employees who are far from drones. We have 12 employees on our payroll who live in the community, support the economy and pay taxes and are excellent at helping customers face to face." 

She added that the store is also using the drone "to highlight the fact that 95% of the books we order every day are in the store the next day around noon and the whole experience for our customer is bracketed by delightful exchanges with real human beings every step of the way."

As for Amazon, by now we know that its propounded fealty to "The Customer" is its justification for every inhumane, thuggish, monopolistic, and openly creepy move it makes (e.g. the drone thing). 

Ethics and fair-play be damned, the Customer and The Customer's happiness are everything.  

Well, an all-consuming loyalty to The Customer may sound fine in itself, but in this case, if inhumanity, thuggishness, monopolistic actions, and creepiness do not make us think better, let us bear in mind that  

1) we are bound to live more and more by the rules of whomever we enrich,

 and

2) this particular mega retailer has repeatedly demonstrated a rapacious desire to wreak fundamental changes both cultural (e.g., controlling the publishing landscape thanks largely to the data accumulated through e-reading over the shoulders of its device owners) and economic (e.g., predatory pricing and tax evasion).

Amazon may boast that its prospective use of drones is simply a further expression of its benevolent regard for The Customer, but for people everywhere a claim so outrageous ought to prompt some essential questions. For instance: 

Do I see myself as first and foremost a customer? Or as nothing else?

How many people would see themselves this way?

Do I see my neighbors this way?

We are all much more than customers. We are citizens, artists, community members, mothers and fathers, teachers, tax-payers, Christians, Muslims, Buddhists, Jews, and Hindus, and as such we can recognize that there are greater, more enduring values than rock-bottom pricing, short-term “customer satisfaction,” and, well, the blithe acceptance, in service to these things, of the invasion of drones into our neighborhoods.

(Deep breath!)

Anything that impinges upon the richness of our shared experience as a citizenry, as artists, as neighbors in a community inside local, regional, and national cultures — anything that serves to deplete these meaningful identities and dilute or pollute our common experience in order to render us mere “customers,” is a form of cultural and economic tyranny, and calls for resistance at once personal, mindful, and civic.

In this case, what better form of resistance than to visit your local indie, where you’ll find your fellow community members at work talking with readers face-to-face, placing real physical books into real readerly hands, and contributing to the quality and vibrancy of a real (drone-free!) neighborhood. 

As Roxanne Coady, owner of RJ Julia Booksellers put it in a holiday letter to readers: 

“You don't need a pie-in-the-sky technological Drone (perfect for indie skeet-shooting!) to help you with your last-minute holiday shopping this year. We — real human beings who have loved and sold books to you for nearly 25 years — are here to help you. Let us.”

All our finest indie booksellers around the country are echoing those sentiments. This holiday season, why not show them what kind of world you want to live in?

Find your nearest local indie via Indiebound. 

Or consider any of these wonderful stores. 

Warmest holiday wishes,

—M. Allen Cunningham  

Publication Day at Atelier26! Celebration Tonight at Books Inc!

Today is the official publication day for the newest and most widely available title released by my small press, Atelier26 Books. I am so honored to have a hand in introducing readers to Harriet Scott Chessman's luminously moving fourth novel The Beauty of Ordinary Things, which confirms her status as a literary treasure.

Come help us celebrate Chessman's book, and see why ForeWord Magazine hails it as "a beautiful étude of humanity. ... A song of the soul." 

More info on this special event here. (And if you can't make it tonight, Chessman will be touring on both coasts in the coming weeks, so take a look at her schedule of appearances here.)

Enter by Nov. 3rd to Win The Beauty of Ordinary Things and Eight Other Fabulous Titles

Putting a literary spin on the idea of Halloween goodies, author and blogger Meg Waite Clayton (The Wednesday Daughters) is hosting a giveaway of the fabulous books pictured above, including our own Harriet Scott Chessman's The Beauty of Ordinary Things. Up to nine books for one lucky winner!

Sound good? We thought so. And entering couldn't be easier: simply visit each author's Facebook page (linked from the contest page) and "like" the authors whose books look appealing to you. 

For more information, visit the contest page.

Enter by 11:59 p.m. EST Sunday, November 3.

Good luck, and good reading!  

Jayne Anne Phillips

My review of Quiet Dell, the new novel by Jayne Anne Phillips, can now be read in The Oregonian. Phillips' entire body of work is remarkably beautiful and moving, from the inimitable stories in Black Tickets (1979) to this newest masterwork. She's one of our very best.

...Her fearlessness is brilliantly and relentlessly evident from "Black Tickets" onward, whether she's writing about wild sexuality (a recurrent theme), about the numb grisliness of war, or peering through the spectral lens of extreme disability, as in her unforgettable rendering of a mentally retarded boy's muffled cognition and ultra-lucid consciousness in 2009's "Lark & Termite." Phillips is a preeminent anywhere-goer of contemporary American literature. ...

Notes on Art and Politics by M. Allen Cunningham

“Unless we insist that politics is imagination and mind, we will learn that imagination and mind are politics, and of a kind that we will not like.”—Lionel Trilling, The Liberal Imagination

1. At present, politics and artistic imagination tend to stand apart in our thinking. This is an artificial polarity and a root cause of many of our civic ailments, though we have yet to admit it to ourselves.
2.  Politics we deem serious and prosaic, a matter of “expertise” or career for the few, or else we deem them hollow and reflexive, a matter of party slogans and empty patriotism for the many. Meanwhile we tend to view art as entertainment — an activity or diversion to be valued chiefly for its “extracurricular” nature (and often for its complete unseriousness).
3.  But art is gravely serious — which is not to say it is always and only grim. Art is serious even when amusing, in so far as it conveys us to planes of thought, engagement, and empathy that lie far beyond ordinary, prosaic experience. Art differs substantially and qualitatively from entertainment inasmuch as it provokes in us a sui generis order of reflection, and sometimes even elicits meaningful action.
4. What we want is not increasingly politicized art, but a more artful politics — a politics spun from the fiber of a polity, a society, a demos, in which the higher orders of the arts and artistic thinking are integral, not extraneous — characteristic, not inconceivable.
5. “Only in so far as a society is rendered sensitive by the arts do ideas become accessible to it.”—Herbert Read
6. Artistic thinking is about being at ease with uncertainty, to the extent of accommodating unconventional solutions; it’s about adaptability, sacrifice, honesty, authenticity, and the propensity to be “in the moment,” to surprise oneself and others; it’s about taking the long view while tending to the necessary (frequently mundane) intricacies of process; it’s about the practice of re-envisioning oneself and one’s world; it’s about inspiration and excellence, memory and enterprise, invention, entrepreneurship, lineage and legacy and belief; artistic thinking, while necessarily subject to realism and practicality for the sake of execution, is never less than thoroughly optimistic.
7. Art consists of questions and conduces to enrichment and expansion via uncertainty. This in contrast to propaganda, which concerns itself solely with “answers,” a pugnacious surety obtained via incessant repetition (sometimes dogmatic but more often enticingly disguised).
8. Art and artistic imagination require equivocation. The shape-shifting capacity, the propensity to escape the confines of the self and the pressure of the self’s narrow needs, the empathic ability to see and feel what “others” see and feel, the power to express all these things — this honorable equivocation is endemic to artistic imagination, and it is a kind of civic virtue.
9. Never forgetting what came before, whether in order to draw strength or outrage from it, the artistic thinker moves forever forward, and the further he or she goes, the more deeply integrated he or she becomes in the human community.
10. Artist and statesman Václav Havel: “A better system will not automatically ensure a better life. In fact the opposite is true: only by creating a better life can a better system be developed.”
11. The arts speak of who we are, and who we are is how we govern. Undervaluing the arts, we can’t know ourselves, and not knowing ourselves we cannot govern. We cannot properly honor one another, nor honor our mutual responsibilities.
12. Not knowing ourselves, we cannot be unified in any special identity. Because we are not unified, our politics can reflect little beyond fragmentation, dysfunction, an incapacity to address some rottenness at our core.
13. Deeply suspicious of one another, we begin to actively dishonor our common experience. Empathy retreats, anomie moves to the fore. We become less capable of caring for each other, first in our politics, then in our communities. Ideological entrenchment engenders violence — first violent sentiment, then violent rhetoric. Next come violent politics, and finally actual bloodshed. All the while, the increasing barbarism of our choice entertainments reflects our condition.
14. Strongly we sense something fraying at the seams. We are anxious and alienated. Amid our threadbare civic life and the grinding gridlock of our larger politics, we nervously await improvements, feeling, because we are now so far from our own creative potential, powerless to create the improvements ourselves. Havel: “A person who has been seduced by the consumer value system, whose identity is dissolved in an amalgam of the accoutrements of mass civilization, and who has no roots in the order of being, no sense of responsibility for anything higher than his or her own personal survival, is a demoralized person.”
15. We disparage even the age-old basis of all transformational events: inspiration. It is what we long for, and yet its primary instrument, eloquence, seems to our brutalized ears deserving of suspicion. Eloquence cannot penetrate (stirring as the speech may have been in the televised moment), so we end up deriding it: knowing how to make speeches doesn’t make you a leader, etc. “You don’t pass speeches, you pass budgets,” says Congressman Blaine Luetkemeyer.
16. Politics having become a war, oratory feels irrelevant. Too close, to our tastes, to that other supreme irrelevancy — the after-hours, expendable, marginal, frivolous, basically embarrassing pastime deemed useful mainly as a status symbol: art.
17. We must ask ourselves: To what extent might our lack of artistic thinking, our lack of artistically illuminated political vitality, be more than merely a symptom of our societal dysfunction, but an actual cause? That it may be a single cause among several does not diminish its significance.
18. A five-year-old girl is busy with her blocks when her parent calls her to the dinner table: “You can play more after we’ve eaten.” The girl’s lucid response: “I’m not playing, I’m building!” 

Wordstock!

I'll be at the Wordstock Book Fair here in Portland this Saturday and Sunday, October 5th and 6th from 10:00 a.m. to 6:00 p.m., stationed at the Atelier26 Books booth (#1007), near the McMenamin's stage.

I hope you'll consider stopping by to see what Atelier26 has on offer, which will include:

1) Hot-off-the-press copies of Harriet Scott Chessman's amazing new novel The Beauty of Ordinary Things (available for early purchase -- it won't officially be released till next month).

2) Copies of my own illustrated limited edition story collection, Date of Disappearance and nonfiction volume of solidarity and sound advice for writers and artists, The Honorable Obscurity Handbook (Atelier26 Samizdat Series).

3) Free prose samples!

4) T-shirts!

5) Literary conversation!

6) Prize drawings!

...and more!

Wordstock Book Fair
Saturday Oct. 5th and Sunday Oct. 6th from 10:00 a.m. to 6:00 p.m. 
Oregon Convention Center
777 NE Martin Luther King Jr. Blvd.
Portland, OR 97232

New Essay for Tin House

At the Tin House website, you can now read my essay, "Outsideness, or: My Phone Says 'Searching...'." It derives from remarks I delivered for the Oregon Legacy Author Series in Lincoln City, Oregon (a marvelous, author-supportive feat of cultural optimism).

The essay's subject: landscape and the writer. To wit:

Some friends of mine, parents of a five-year-old girl, once told me of their daughter’s confusion while driving around Pennsylvania during a family visit there. Her parents had pointed out some Pennsylvania mountains. “Where are they?” the girl kept saying. “I can’t see them. I can’t see them!” She was looking right at them. But this was a girl who had grown up in view of Mount Hood, Mount Saint Helens, Mount Adams, and Mount Rainier (11,250 feet, 8,400 feet, 12,300 feet, and 14,400 feet respectively).

The native Westerner (the one who stays anyway) enjoys a special inheritance. We tend to understand a thing or two, down in our bones, about mountains and canyons, landscapes and long views, the vastness of the natural realms. “I have never been able to refrain,” wrote Wallace Stegner, one of our greatest writers, “from telling easterners that Mount Washington, their pride, could be set down in the Grand Canyon — in a ditch — and never show above the rim. … Whatever he may not know, a Westerner is bound to know geography.”

I’d put it a little more starkly: the Westerner is well acquainted with the naked, grand, unnerving face of the earth — and what that suggests about our place in the order of things. Beyond any actual wilderness experiences (which I’d guess most of us have had in lucky abundance), we’re well acquainted with the experience of driving for five, six, ten hours and seeing out our window far more landscape (often stunningly scenic) than buildings. I remember being rightly horrified, in a deep existential way — being reduced nicely to size, you might say — the first time I crossed the agoraphobic deserts of Nevada. On Washington’s Highway 14, as you head east from the Columbia River Gorge into the forbidding glacial scablands on your way to Walla Walla, you pass a sign I particularly like: “Next gas 87 miles.” Stylistically, existentially, that’s a remarkable message: a little forlorn, but straight-up, no apologies.

“Destinies, outlined against the basic earth. That is the story we all write in the American West, whether in memory or on the white canyons of paper.” That’s Ivan Doig, another great writer from this side of the Missouri.

We live, out here, in almost daily consciousness of what you might call the irrevocable reality of human remoteness. The wildnerness, should it find you inadequately prepared, can eat you up — quite literally if you happen to be, say, in Grizzly country. After a point, it will not matter that you started out in a road-ready SUV with a full tank, a GPS, and a smartphone.

The essay entire can be read here.

Announcing the Beauty of Ordinary Things Pre-Order Campaign!

THE BOOK:

This November, Atelier26 will proudly publish The Beauty of Ordinary Things, the powerful new novel by acclaimed writer Harriet Scott Chessman.

The story of the unexpected love between a young Vietnam veteran and a Benedictine nun, The Beauty of Ordinary Things is a deeply felt, luminously moving book, and we know readers will love it as much as we do. Here’s what Debra Dean, celebrated author of The Madonnas of Leningrad, has to say about the novel:

“Like Annie Dillard, Chessman plumbs the mysteries of the spirit and celebrates the quiet grace notes of the earth. The Beauty of Ordinary Things is deep as a prayer, a meditation on two people seeking their right place in the world. This book speaks softly, but oh how it lingers in the mind. I can’t praise it enough.”—Debra Dean, author of The Madonnas of Leningrad and The Mirrored World

THE CAMPAIGN:
New, flexible printing technologies have made it more widely possible than ever for unconventional publishers without huge capital (that's us!) to produce finely designed paperbacks, and we’ve got a nice, practicable print-run set to go for Chessman’s novel. The challenge of monetary resources, however, is no small one for a micro-press founded on the belief that idiosyncratic works of quiet merit have an integral place in literary culture, that literary history is largely built upon such works, that independent bookstores deserve to have a hand in the game, and that print books remain relevant and irreplaceable.

We've tossed our hat in the ring for grants, etc., but in the end nothing beats the straight-up support of readers making a direct purchase. That’s why we’re hoping you’ll help us give us Harriet Chessman’s rich and moving novel the powerful launch it deserves by helping us bolster its starting print-run and our promotional capacity.

By simply pre-ordering through this campaign and receiving for your enjoyment the book itself (along with one-of-a-kind perks!), you’ll be investing in the life of a wonderfully unconventional and, yes, beautiful novel, and you’ll be helping us realize our quixotic editorial vision to bring you the finest contemporary fiction in strikingly designed paperback editions. Attaining even half of our stated goal will greatly augment the novel's launch (we make good use of all funds).

THE DEAL:

• A pre-order of $17.00 (cost of book, plus shipping) gets you The Beauty of Ordinary Things along with a special letter-pressed excerpt from Harriet Scott Chessman’s work, signed by the author.
   
• A pre-order of $35.00 gets you the above, plus a copy of Atelier26 publisher M. Allen Cunningham’s limited-edition short story collection Date of Disappearance, signed and numbered by the author, and featuring ten illustrations by artist Nathan Shields (this offer limited to 30 recipients).

Note: please disregard the "donate" language on the campaign page (it's a quirk of the interface we're using there). Simply click on either the $17 pre-order choice, or the $35 one.

In addition to the gifts mentioned above, everyone placing a pre-order through the campaign will be entered in regular drawings to receive any of a number of lovely and distinctive prizes throughout the life of the campaign. Follow the campaign's progress at the Atelier26 site, where we'll be posting frequent updates.

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The Beauty of Ordinary Things pre-order campaign closes on Sunday, September 8th, 2013.

Many thanks for your solidarity, and your support of independent publishing.

Viva, readers!
M. Allen Cunningham, August 14, 2013

Advance Praise for Harriet Scott Chessman’s The Beauty of Ordinary Things:

“A profoundly moving story of love’s possibilities, powers, and consolations.”—Priscilla Gilman, author of The Anti-Romantic Child

“Quite simply stunning. In an exquisite few pages, Harriet Scott Chessman delivers a gigantic story.”—Meg Waite Clayton, New York Times bestselling author of The Wednesday Daughters

“Stays with one, hauntingly, long after one finishes reading.”—Maud Carol Markson, author of Looking After Pigeon

The Atelier26 Motto: "A magnificent enthusiasm, which feels as if it never could do enough to reach the fullness of its ideal; an unselfishness of sacrifice, which would rather cast fruitless labour before the altar than stand idle in the market." --John Ruskin