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Tuesday, December 6th, 2011

🦋 Muchachos

Y Cesárea me miró, una mirada cortita, así como de lado, y dijo que ése era el porvenir común de todos los mortales, buscar un lugar donde vivir y un lugar donde trabajar.

—Amadeo Salvatierra
January, 1976

While I was reading Amadeo Salvatierra's narrative this afternoon, it occurred to me to wonder whether he has ever referred to either of his two guests individually -- he is always saying things to "the boys" or recounting what they say to him, never (if memory serves) either one of the two by himself. A little funny because everywhere else in the book there seems to be a pretty strong distinction drawn between the two of them.

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Monday, December 5th, 2011

🦋 Two translators of Bolaño

In Savage Detectives Group Read news, Rise links to two videos: Laura Healy reading from Romantic Dogs, and Natasha Wimmer talking with Daniel Alarcón about how she discovered Bolaño's work. (Wimmer's biographical essay "Bolaño and the Savage Detectives" is online at Anagrama.)

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Sunday, December 4th, 2011

🦋 Tentative setlist

Mountain Station will be playing a gig in 2½ weeks, at the Crossroads in Garwood, a one hour set. Exciting! This week we are starting to figure out our set list. Here is an initial idea --

  1. High on the Mountain
  2. The Louisville Burglar
  3. Drowsy Maggie/ Dancing Barefoot
  4. Revelator
  5. Meet Me in the Morning
  6. A Jockey Full of Bourbon
  7. Running to Stand Still/ The Arms of Love
  8. Japanese Radio
  9. Mountain Station
  10. (if we have time) Highway 61 Revisited
  11. Odds and Ends

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🦋 When You Care, When You Love

Un poquito sublime y un poquito siniestro. Como en todo amor loco, ¿no? Si al infinito uno añade más infinito, el resultado es infinito. Si uno junta lo sublime con lo siniestro, el resultado es siniestro. ¿No?

—Felipe Müller
October, 1991

The narratives in the latter half of part 2 of Savage Detectives are spinning farther and farther away from the core of the book (which I stubbornly continue to insist is Belano and Lima's search for Cesárea Tinajero in 1975-6) -- long narratives by minor characters which involve Belano and Lima only glancingly or only in parts. Look at Felipe Müller's narrative from October, 1991 -- Müller summarizes a short story by Theodore Sturgeon, one which he is pretty sure Belano told him, "since he was the only one of our crowd who read science fiction."

The story is "When You Care, When You Love" -- it strikes me as curious and interesting that a full three pages are spent on relating this story, more adjacent space than has been devoted to any other work referenced in this book so far. Add another entry to the long list of influences for Bolaño, I guess...

posted morning of December 4th, 2011: 2 responses
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Saturday, December third, 2011

🦋 Walk Right In

Let's listen to The Modesto Kid play his Stroh fiddle:

New and improved bowing technique courtesy of gifted teacher Lisa Gutkin -- thanks Lisa!

read the rest...

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🦋 Why did Henry James Kill Daisy Miller?

At Haquelebac, John offers a further development of his views on the question. Did Daisy die because she had tempted God? And why so horribly?...

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photo by Sylvia

Daniel Grossman, sentado en un banco de la Alameda, México df, febrero 1993.

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🦋 Park Slope Folk

In this autumn of 2011, the peak concert experiences are coming fast and furious. Last night John and I went out to Union Hall in Brooklyn, the basement of which contains about the nicest performance space of its size that I can remember being in, to see Jeffrey Foucault and Mark Erelli touring their new album, Seven Curses. We showed up about a half hour early and got a chance to mingle with the other concert-goers, a lovely crowd of folkies, chat about the music, the weather, the neighborhood... talked up Mountain Station to a couple of people who seemed receptive...

Jeff came on stage looking like Ulysses S. Grant with a Gibson J-45 and Mark picked up his mandolin; sat down about ten feet away from us. After a little loose strumming and tuning up they broke into a clear, insistent rhythm, chords ringing out, sweeping us away. The two sets were a mix of covers and originals from both artists, tracks from the new record and from their back catalogs, murder ballads and love songs -- one particularly charming moment in the second set came when a man from the audience called out a request for Dylan's "Shooting Star" -- Erelli knew it, Foucault said he could figure it out, and (after a brief debate over whether they should play Bad Company's "Shooting Star" instead) the two of them improvised a rocking cover version on the spot.

posted morning of December third, 2011: Respond
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Thursday, December first, 2011

🦋 Building a Coffin

Our old dog, Lola, is at the very end of her days. She has been elderly for a long time now -- she is 19 years old, she's been blind for a couple of years and recently has only been able to walk in circles. Her health has taken a real turn for the worse in the past couple of days, and today (at Ellen's behest) we started talking about euthanasia.

This evening Sylvia and I picked out some wood for a coffin and started measuring and cutting.

posted evening of December first, 2011: 2 responses

Tuesday, November 29th, 2011

🦋 Two Old Men

...el Impala aún seguía aquí, por lo que deduzco quie actué con una velocidad sólo concedida a ciertos locos, y vi el Impala con mis gafas, esas gafas que hasta ese momento no sabía que poseía...

—Quim Font
August, 1987

The more I read from Quim Font's monologues, the more I like him. He is beginning to remind me of Amadeo Salvatierra, who I think is the only other narrator in the same age bracket... The two are not at all the same person, but they share a few endearing mannerisms.

I'm knocked a bit for a loop by Andrés Ramírez' monologue from December 1988. The first sentence is "I was destined to be a failure, Belano, take my word for it." (Wimmer's rendering -- had to look this up to make sure I was understanding correctly what he was saying.) This is the first time any of the narrators has addressed an interviewer by name -- so the interviewer here is Belano. But for a lot of reasons Belano cannot be the interviewer elsewhere...

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