<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19156418</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:36:18.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Further Signals</title><subtitle type='html'>Further Signals takes it's name from Kundera's Laughable Loves. I am currently at work on my first novel and a connected collection of short fiction.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://furthersignals.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19156418/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furthersignals.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Further Signals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310774258967206648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.foliosoc.co.uk/images/2003_books.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19156418.post-115721374208593694</id><published>2006-09-02T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T09:15:42.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CanLit</title><content type='html'>Douglas Coupland describes Canadian literature as being at a dangerous moment right now, as the younger generation is set to break out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There is a grimness around CanLit — the same sort of grimness that occurs when beautiful young adults are forbidden to leave home and are forced to tend to aging and dying family members, when they are forbidden to lead their own lives,” he wrote in the article on New York Times Select, an online service available only by subscription.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW. That sounds right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After editing yumi (http://www.yumiinlove.com), I'm opening up the file where I've hidden the first 45,000 words of my novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have written this many words, twice before, and thrown both drafts away (both different novels of course).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is my sincere hope (is there any other kind?) that when I open this file (I haven't seen it in more than a year), it still feels like my first novel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19156418-115721374208593694?l=furthersignals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19156418/posts/default/115721374208593694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19156418/posts/default/115721374208593694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furthersignals.blogspot.com/2006/09/canlit.html' title='CanLit'/><author><name>Further Signals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310774258967206648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.foliosoc.co.uk/images/2003_books.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19156418.post-114956892299205103</id><published>2006-06-05T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T21:42:03.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5623/1297/1600/grainlogo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5623/1297/320/grainlogo.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winners of Grain Magazine's Short Grain Fiction Contest have been announced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.grainmagazine.ca/"&gt;http://www.grainmagazine.ca/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A heartfelt thanks to Kent Bruyneel, Lee Henderson, and all the great folks at Grain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04 June 2006 &lt;br /&gt;Winners of the 18th annual Short Grain contest &lt;br /&gt;Here, at last, are the winners of the 18th annual Short Grain contest. I would like to thank our esteemed judges and everyone who entered. The winners receive a cash prize and publication in the fall 2006 issue of Grain. Details for this year's contest soon. KB. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Postcard Story&lt;br /&gt;Judge: Lee Henderson &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You get used to it" &lt;br /&gt;by Terrance Miles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Judith" &lt;br /&gt;by Rhonda Waterfall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Chequeov" &lt;br /&gt;by Nick Ruddock&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19156418-114956892299205103?l=furthersignals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19156418/posts/default/114956892299205103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19156418/posts/default/114956892299205103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furthersignals.blogspot.com/2006/06/winners-of-grain-magazines-short-grain.html' title=''/><author><name>Further Signals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310774258967206648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.foliosoc.co.uk/images/2003_books.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19156418.post-114654583200265200</id><published>2006-05-01T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T21:59:03.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yumi in Love</title><content type='html'>I know, it's been forever since I've written anything here at Further Signals. But that will change as the fiction year approaches...I'm waitlisted at NYU for creative writing, got into Arkansas and UBC. I've accepted at UBC and I'm looking forward to it, but NYU would be quite something, if it was funded of course. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ashleypark.net"&gt;This is the place where it's happening!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I have some fiction in the latest edition of The Avatar Review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://avatarreview.net/AV8/index.html"&gt;READ IT HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19156418-114654583200265200?l=furthersignals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19156418/posts/default/114654583200265200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19156418/posts/default/114654583200265200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furthersignals.blogspot.com/2006/05/yumi-in-love.html' title='Yumi in Love'/><author><name>Further Signals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310774258967206648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.foliosoc.co.uk/images/2003_books.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19156418.post-114123297240367147</id><published>2006-03-01T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T09:09:32.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WISE WORDS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://misssnark.blogspot.com/2005/11/nobody-wants-me.html"&gt; Miss Snark's good advice&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My workshop advice: workshop your story/novel and if the people who share your tastes in literature have a few good comments, check them out. If the people who don't share your tastes hate your work, make them hate it more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Workshops can be okay as long as EVERYONE reads, and as long as you're strong enough to fight twelve people, if you have to. You can take them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19156418-114123297240367147?l=furthersignals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19156418/posts/default/114123297240367147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19156418/posts/default/114123297240367147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furthersignals.blogspot.com/2006/03/wise-words.html' title='WISE WORDS'/><author><name>Further Signals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310774258967206648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.foliosoc.co.uk/images/2003_books.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19156418.post-114062268568609779</id><published>2006-02-22T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T07:38:05.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY DO THEY GIVE THESE PEOPLE MONEY?</title><content type='html'>Another cheezeball moment of "truth." The type of fiction that would never be given a shot had it not been tagged "Documentary" or "Creative Non-Fiction." Again, for those who missed it, there is no such thing as creative non-fiction. It's fiction, and it's most often terrible fiction. Idiots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Cast a wary eye on the authenticity of "Unknown White Male." Cinema can frame the world around us as if we were viewing it for the first time, but "Unknown White Male"'s hackneyed montage sequences--a fumbled juxtaposition of Doug recording his "first" experiences of snow and a fireworks display, a Final Cut Pro-induced disaster in which Doug's reencounter with world history is presented as a short blast of archival footage--unforgivably fail to impart the wonder of seeing anew. Disappointing, because once the issues concerning identity and the difficulties Doug's friends and family have coming to terms with his rebooted self wash away due to Murray's less than penetrating documentary skills, we're left with lazy shots of hands pouring through sand, silhouettes wandering across sunsets, all the standbys of picture postcard, "living life to its fullest" tableaux. But maybe such images appropriately compliment this strangely unaffecting tale: considering Bruce's satisfied insulation, his metamorphosis from cocky bore to reflective soul comes off less like a genuine reawakening than the yuppie fantasy of "Regarding Henry."&lt;br /&gt;                                                  -From IndieWire 02-22-06&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19156418-114062268568609779?l=furthersignals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19156418/posts/default/114062268568609779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19156418/posts/default/114062268568609779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furthersignals.blogspot.com/2006/02/why-do-they-give-these-people-money.html' title='WHY DO THEY GIVE THESE PEOPLE MONEY?'/><author><name>Further Signals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310774258967206648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.foliosoc.co.uk/images/2003_books.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19156418.post-113975847496182856</id><published>2006-02-12T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T07:34:34.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ART IS A SECULAR WORLD</title><content type='html'>Art is a secular world, and that world is non-political. Art may be twisted and occasionally co-opted, but on its own, it is always secular and never political. Otherwise, it is not art. Of course, art may be set against a political or religious background like the great novels of Kundera, Hrabal, Murakami, and Kurt V, or the great films of Kieslowski (and countless others). The setting may be political, but the art remains secular. Can you separate character from situation? There is an important distinction to be made here, and that is this. Situation is important but not paramount. The character's react to situation. If you can change the situation (setting) yet maintain the conflict in such a way that the character's reactions are the same, you may be dealing with art. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DEATH and LOVE. These are the concerns of art. There is nothing else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19156418-113975847496182856?l=furthersignals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19156418/posts/default/113975847496182856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19156418/posts/default/113975847496182856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furthersignals.blogspot.com/2006/02/art-is-secular-world.html' title='ART IS A SECULAR WORLD'/><author><name>Further Signals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310774258967206648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.foliosoc.co.uk/images/2003_books.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19156418.post-113950412370571535</id><published>2006-02-09T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T08:55:23.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>J.T. LEROY - JAMES FREY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2006/SHOWBIZ/books/02/07/jtleroy.ap/index.html"&gt;Please tell me we can finally stop looking for salacious easy reading material and come back to fiction. Great fiction moves us and informs us, and reveals our humanity. &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Creative non-fiction Memoir shitpile is reality television without the reality and without the television. Is anyone really surprised that their issue ridden sensational "true stories" turn out to be bad fiction. These "authors" can't write fiction well enough to get a book deal, so they shove in "issues." Issues are not the stuff of fiction. Stop reading this shit so people will stop publishing this shit. Let's get real here people. Soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19156418-113950412370571535?l=furthersignals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19156418/posts/default/113950412370571535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19156418/posts/default/113950412370571535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furthersignals.blogspot.com/2006/02/jt-leroy-james-frey.html' title='J.T. LEROY - JAMES FREY'/><author><name>Further Signals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310774258967206648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.foliosoc.co.uk/images/2003_books.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19156418.post-113932969961420962</id><published>2006-02-07T08:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T08:28:19.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>OUTRAGE</title><content type='html'>People burning buildings, risking lives, because of a little Danish cartoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking ridiculous superstitious nonsense.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19156418-113932969961420962?l=furthersignals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19156418/posts/default/113932969961420962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19156418/posts/default/113932969961420962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furthersignals.blogspot.com/2006/02/outrage.html' title='OUTRAGE'/><author><name>Further Signals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310774258967206648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.foliosoc.co.uk/images/2003_books.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19156418.post-113846739285107281</id><published>2006-01-28T08:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-28T08:56:32.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>INTERESTING (and only slightly depressing)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://books.monstersandcritics.com/news/article_1072858.php/Publishers_reject_prize-winning_books"&gt;Book Publishing is more than simply subjective&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19156418-113846739285107281?l=furthersignals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19156418/posts/default/113846739285107281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19156418/posts/default/113846739285107281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furthersignals.blogspot.com/2006/01/interesting-and-only-slightly.html' title='INTERESTING (and only slightly depressing)'/><author><name>Further Signals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310774258967206648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.foliosoc.co.uk/images/2003_books.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19156418.post-113811949628472633</id><published>2006-01-24T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T08:28:31.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NONPLUSSED</title><content type='html'>Tin House is one of the better Literary Journals out there, but &lt;a href="http://bookface.blogspot.com/2006/01/strunk-would-be-appalled.html"&gt; this will not leave you &lt;/a&gt; Nonplussed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In an LA Times story today, President Bush was reported as being "decidedly noncommital...even a bit nonplussed" as questions concerning "Brokeback Mountain" were fired at him from Kansas State University students.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am somewhat "plussed" at the new Canadian Conservative Government. Now we have a "little Bush" of our own up here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19156418-113811949628472633?l=furthersignals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19156418/posts/default/113811949628472633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19156418/posts/default/113811949628472633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furthersignals.blogspot.com/2006/01/nonplussed.html' title='NONPLUSSED'/><author><name>Further Signals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310774258967206648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.foliosoc.co.uk/images/2003_books.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19156418.post-113799113728967679</id><published>2006-01-22T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T20:39:09.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE RICKY GERVAIS PODCAST is high quality funny.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.rickygervais.com"&gt; HERE &lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19156418-113799113728967679?l=furthersignals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19156418/posts/default/113799113728967679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19156418/posts/default/113799113728967679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furthersignals.blogspot.com/2006/01/ricky-gervais-podcast-is-high-quality.html' title='THE RICKY GERVAIS PODCAST is high quality funny.'/><author><name>Further Signals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310774258967206648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.foliosoc.co.uk/images/2003_books.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19156418.post-113796408115097095</id><published>2006-01-22T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T13:08:01.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>UPCOMING</title><content type='html'>Got into the MFA program at UBC. UBC is a great school with a great faculty. Waiting to hear from ten others including Iowa, Cornell, and Irvine...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Avatar Review and Nidus stories will be in the next issues (two stories in The Avatar Review and one in Nidus).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19156418-113796408115097095?l=furthersignals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19156418/posts/default/113796408115097095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19156418/posts/default/113796408115097095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furthersignals.blogspot.com/2006/01/upcoming.html' title='UPCOMING'/><author><name>Further Signals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310774258967206648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.foliosoc.co.uk/images/2003_books.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19156418.post-113777401459384709</id><published>2006-01-20T08:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T08:20:45.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>PODCASTING THE TRUTH ABOUT SCREENWRITING</title><content type='html'>Stephen Gaghan (Syriana) speaks about screenwriting, Tolstoy versus McKee, and Hollywood. I suspect this podcast is much better than the film Syriana, but I'm only half-finished the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check the Creative Screenwriting Podcast link at Itunes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or...they'll probably have it here for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ezarchive.com/csmag/AlbumSpace/32ZNWITHLZ/SyrianaQandA.mp3"&gt; Syrania podcast &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Tolstoy...McKee...Tolstoy...McKee..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny and though provoking as hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19156418-113777401459384709?l=furthersignals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19156418/posts/default/113777401459384709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19156418/posts/default/113777401459384709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furthersignals.blogspot.com/2006/01/podcasting-truth-about-screenwriting.html' title='PODCASTING THE TRUTH ABOUT SCREENWRITING'/><author><name>Further Signals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310774258967206648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.foliosoc.co.uk/images/2003_books.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19156418.post-113751959888949577</id><published>2006-01-17T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T09:39:58.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NABOKOV GOT IT RIGHT</title><content type='html'>Nabokov from a 1962 BBC interview: "Why did I write any of my books, after all? For the sake of pleasure, for the sake of the difficulty. I have no social purpose, no moral message; I've no general ideas to exploit, I just like composing riddles with elegant solutions." "I don't give a damn for the group," he told Playboy magazine in 1964, "the community, the masses, and so forth ... there can be no question that what makes a work of fiction safe from larvae and rust is not its social importance but its art, only its art." And: "I have neither the intent nor the temperament to be a moralist or satirist." Mediocrity, he thought, "thrives on ideas." By which, he told Time magazine in 1969, he meant "general ideas, the big, sincere ideas which permeate a so-called great novel, and which, in the inevitable long run, amount to bloated topicalities stranded like dead whales." Nabokov didn't give a damn about anything -- politics, feminism, humanism, at least not in any of his fiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nabokov's insistence on art as pure artifice, that it be devoid of all social, political and even philosophical content, guided me to most of the great writing I would come to know before my college years. He made me forever wary of the book that could be "explained" in a few choice sentences. Where there was no ambiguity, he made me understand there was no art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Salon Magazine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.salon.com/books/review/2005/12/22/nabokov/index1.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19156418-113751959888949577?l=furthersignals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19156418/posts/default/113751959888949577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19156418/posts/default/113751959888949577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furthersignals.blogspot.com/2006/01/nabokov-got-it-right.html' title='NABOKOV GOT IT RIGHT'/><author><name>Further Signals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310774258967206648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.foliosoc.co.uk/images/2003_books.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19156418.post-113744945282102891</id><published>2006-01-16T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T14:13:21.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The week in review</title><content type='html'>MONDAY: Worked. Sick. Set up auditions for &lt;a href="http://www.ashleypark.net"&gt;Yumi in Love&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;TUESDAY: Off. Sick. Set up more auditions for &lt;a href="http://www.ashleypark.net"&gt;Yumi in Love&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY: Terrible stagewriting workshop at school (no fault of my instructor)&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY: Even worse fiction workshop. First really bad one in the last two years. Does anybody read anymore? &lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY: Fantastic class with Chris Labonte. Practical real life writing tips.&lt;br /&gt;I Dropped a great literature class for this one and I am glad I did. Great Instructor. Great class. Great idea.&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY: Worked. Finally getting over this cold. &lt;br /&gt;SUNDAY: Worked. Too tired to make it up to Brave New Play rites to check out the talent (for &lt;a href="http://www.ashleypark.net"&gt;Yumi in Love&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;READING: The Believer book of writers talking to writers&lt;br /&gt;         A Multitude of Sins by Richard Ford&lt;br /&gt;         Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami (2nd time read)&lt;br /&gt;Dozens of Filmmaker and MovieMaker magazines (getting prepared to shoot this feature length film!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRITING:&lt;br /&gt;Polishing a short story "Lucy"&lt;br /&gt;46,000 words into the novel &lt;br /&gt;(trying NOT to write in order to save something for graduate school...is this a mistake?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19156418-113744945282102891?l=furthersignals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19156418/posts/default/113744945282102891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19156418/posts/default/113744945282102891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furthersignals.blogspot.com/2006/01/week-in-review.html' title='The week in review'/><author><name>Further Signals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310774258967206648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.foliosoc.co.uk/images/2003_books.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19156418.post-113725056361936270</id><published>2006-01-14T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T06:57:18.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TEN ZILLION LITTLE PIECES</title><content type='html'>Neil Pollack &lt;a href="http://nealpollack.com/archives/2006/01/index.html#a000358"&gt;continues&lt;/a&gt; his "bit," allegedly inspired by one James Frey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very illuminating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19156418-113725056361936270?l=furthersignals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19156418/posts/default/113725056361936270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19156418/posts/default/113725056361936270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furthersignals.blogspot.com/2006/01/ten-zillion-little-pieces.html' title='TEN ZILLION LITTLE PIECES'/><author><name>Further Signals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310774258967206648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.foliosoc.co.uk/images/2003_books.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19156418.post-113718264004949692</id><published>2006-01-13T11:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T14:47:30.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WORKSHOP TIPS</title><content type='html'>I felt like Good Will Hunting, when that guy in the bar goes off on economics and Will steps in to deliver that speech. A young woman (a bright young woman) in my workshop, dying to reveal insights recently gleaned from her literary criticism class (and perhaps excited to hear herself deliver these insights), went off about the "message" we send into the world with fiction, and the author's responsiblity, and the damage done by repeating archetypal stories (I'm serious, she just wouldn't stop) and sending them "into the world" to influence the impressionable minds of young readers. Yikes. The archetypal social/cultural/political template could fit over virtually ANY contemporary or classic story/novel. It was scary and it was disturbing, and it was wild.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a problem. The young idealistic academic who does not yet understand that the majority of these archaic views are not indicative of the current social political climate (the real world) can really be a dangerous drag. Of course these ideas feel new and exciting to the young Undergraduate student, but, almost all of these ideas (based on older texts and the lectures of professors who feel that feminism and similar "issues" haven't changed at all since 1982) have been tossed around, defended and debunked for twenty-five years in the "real world", and imposing these outdated (and completely irrelevant) views in a class dedicated to the craft of fiction could be damaging to the impressionable young writers assembled. It is up to the workshop leader to minimize the damage. Let the student know that searching for a "message" (political or otherwise) in fiction is something that happens in literary criticism class, NOT, a fiction workshop. The only responsibility the author has is to entertain his or herself, and, if the reader allows, perhaps illuminate. The contemporary world of letters has more than it's share of social critics. They are at large, actively working to force their will (and their social/political views/templates) upon classic and contemporary fiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just because you feel you've received a "message" from literary fiction, does not mean that the author intended any such message, or would agree with your reading. Nabokov believed in characters and story, NO MESSAGE, Mamet feels the same. it's fiction, and it exists to entertain, and perhaps reveal something of what it means to be human. Isn't it true that the only real issues in the long run are love and death, and how we live with both? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like religion and government, literary fiction and literary criticism need to remain distinct in order for them to function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you pay good money for a workshop...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19156418-113718264004949692?l=furthersignals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19156418/posts/default/113718264004949692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19156418/posts/default/113718264004949692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furthersignals.blogspot.com/2006/01/workshop-tips.html' title='WORKSHOP TIPS'/><author><name>Further Signals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310774258967206648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.foliosoc.co.uk/images/2003_books.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19156418.post-113432291874547413</id><published>2005-12-11T09:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T09:42:31.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fiction Vs. Poetry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://antoinewilson.blogspot.com/2005/12/telling-tales-out-of-grad-school-pt-1.html"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is the difference between fiction writers and poets. Seems reasonable to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19156418-113432291874547413?l=furthersignals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19156418/posts/default/113432291874547413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19156418/posts/default/113432291874547413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furthersignals.blogspot.com/2005/12/fiction-vs-poetry.html' title='Fiction Vs. Poetry'/><author><name>Further Signals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310774258967206648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.foliosoc.co.uk/images/2003_books.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19156418.post-113253224984382334</id><published>2005-11-20T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T09:23:54.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>MFA</title><content type='html'>Application time. Caveat. Note to self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to concentrate on my novel, I am applying to 11 schools that offer an MFA in Creative Writing. I believe that this will provide me the time I need to concentrate on writing fiction. I am, however (should any of you be concerned), in absolutely no danger of turning into an "&lt;a href="http://www.artsjournal.com/aboutlastnight/archives20051204.shtml#104113"&gt;MFA factory&lt;/a&gt;" writer, churning out watered down stories thick with what Rick Moody calls "the stench of fiction." The reader in me would never let that happen. So, the applications are out....where will I end up...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19156418-113253224984382334?l=furthersignals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19156418/posts/default/113253224984382334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19156418/posts/default/113253224984382334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furthersignals.blogspot.com/2005/11/mfa.html' title='MFA'/><author><name>Further Signals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310774258967206648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.foliosoc.co.uk/images/2003_books.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19156418.post-113252246137909201</id><published>2005-11-20T13:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T18:12:15.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOME BOOKS ON MY SHELF</title><content type='html'>On the smallish upstairs bookshelf&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Franny &amp; Zooey by J.D. Salinger&lt;br /&gt;Jesus' Son by Denis Johnson&lt;br /&gt;In the Country of Last Things by Paul Auster&lt;br /&gt;Underworld by Don DeLillo&lt;br /&gt;Lullaby by Chuck Palahniuk&lt;br /&gt;The Easter Parade by Richard Yates&lt;br /&gt;Revolutionary Road by Richard Yates&lt;br /&gt;Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy&lt;br /&gt;Wonderboys by Michael Chabon&lt;br /&gt;Writing in Restaurants by David Mamet&lt;br /&gt;Antaeus - Various plays in one act&lt;br /&gt;Leviathan by Paul Auster&lt;br /&gt;Kissing in Manhattan by David Schickler&lt;br /&gt;Empire Falls by Richard Russo&lt;br /&gt;Ascension by Steven Galloway&lt;br /&gt;The Sportswriter by Richard Ford&lt;br /&gt;Dance Dance Dance by Haruki Murakami&lt;br /&gt;A Multitude of Sins by Richard Ford&lt;br /&gt;Esquire Fiction Collection by Various&lt;br /&gt;Laughable Loves by Milan Kundera&lt;br /&gt;The Sun Also Rises by Ernest Hemingway&lt;br /&gt;Lolita by Vladimir Nabokov&lt;br /&gt;The Ghost Writer by Philip Roth&lt;br /&gt;On Writing by Stephen King&lt;br /&gt;Independence Day by Richard Ford&lt;br /&gt;The Master &amp; The Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19156418-113252246137909201?l=furthersignals.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19156418/posts/default/113252246137909201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19156418/posts/default/113252246137909201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://furthersignals.blogspot.com/2005/11/some-books-on-my-shelf.html' title='SOME BOOKS ON MY SHELF'/><author><name>Further Signals</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06310774258967206648</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='12' src='http://www.foliosoc.co.uk/images/2003_books.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
