One of the best side effects of writing The Band of the Crow is that it’s forced me to start reading – not just my usual hit list of obscure pulp fiction from the 20s and 30s, but contemporary books by “legit” authors. And of all the titles I’ve read in the past year, Dan Chaon’s Await Your Reply really stands out from the herd. Gets the blue ribbon, in fact.
Neo-noir – that’s the best way I can describe the story. It reads like a great movie, and I mean that as the highest possible compliment. And yet, adapting it for film would require a lot of finesse, because the writing is so brilliantly calibrated to the medium of prose. I could go on and on, but Reply’s brilliance comes down to three things:
1. Simple writing. George Orwell’s Politics and the English Language is, for me, the Holy Bible of English writing, and Chaon faithfully adheres to the gospel. He doesn’t try to razzle-dazzle with sesquipedalian words, obscure facts or convoluted syntax. It’s a sign of supreme confidence, as if to say “My writing stands on its own.” Which it does.
2. Zero gratuity. Some of the characters in Reply have sexual relationships, but Chaon stays away from explicit details. Of my biggest gripes about contemporary books/film is the amount of garbagey shock-value sex and violence passed off as “sophisticated”, and the Guardian’s Bad Sex Awards are as close as it gets to calling the emperor naked. There’s one big exception in Reply, and I know why Chaon included it – the ever-present pressure for a “hook”. That’s contemporary writing for you: hook ’em on the first sentence, and don’t you dare stop, bucko. I understand completely – gotta write stories that people want to read, after all! – but there’s something lost, too.
3. It’s about something. Await Your Reply makes a powerful observation about personal and online identity – even a very clever person’s ability to disguise and reinvent themselves is, in the long run, pretty circumscribed. Eventually, someone somewhere will find you, as Ross Ulbricht and Eric Marques know. In fact, the real-life cases of Ulbricht and Marques – both of which came to light a few years after the publication of Await Your Reply – make the book feel all the more relevant and meaningful.
What *better* way to celebrate the arrival of Spring than with a little doom metal? If you like the following, check out allthatisheavy.com – no, they’re not paying me to plug them, they didn’t even ask me. The site really is that awesome, and their newsletter is a great way to keep up with all the latest and greatest.
Ahh, Sleep. The James Brown of doom. One of my favorite things about Sleep is their idiosyncrasy: while MTV and Rolling Stone were giving the world the hard sell on Seattle grunge, Sleep was doing something *completely* different and off-the-charts (literally), taking 70s proto-metal and twisting it into their own piquant brand of fuzzed-out mayhem.
Old school cool from Sweden. Messiah Marcolin, the vocalist, is one of my favorite singers.
This band’s from Sardinia, of all places. They seem to revel in obscurity – it’s hard/impossible to find t-shirts, CDs or (legal) digital downloads. Sell out, guys! You’ve got at least one eager customer waiting in line.
Don’t let the “u” in their name fool you – these guys are from Cali. Thus particular tune – all of Saviours’ music, actually – manages to be raw and fuzzy and epic and transcendent all at the same time.
These guys are from, drumroll, please… Northampton, Massachusetts! Hey, that’s where I live! I wear my Black Pyramid t-shirt with pride. Let me know if you ever want to hang out and slay some orcs, guys!
I cannot get enough of this band – and I have what a friend of mine called “new song hard-on” for this particular tune, which was recorded in… drumroll, please… Northampton, Massachusetts! Guys? Can we hang out? Slay some orcs? Guys?
Fellow comic book writer Jim Zub did a little interview with me on Warlord of Mars for Bleeding Cool, in which I describe John Carter as the love child of Obi-wan Kenobi and Superman, thus further lowering my chances of ever working for DC Comics and/or Disney, but oh well.
Read all about it, if you dare…
For a little bit there, in the late 90s and early 00s, I really thought dance music was going to take off, going to transcend its XTC-popping, glowstick-swinging roots. And of course that happened, but in (for me, anyway) the worst way possible. Now *everyone* listens to dance music – and that’s great! But I feel like most of what comes out today is just screechy, slurry noise that passes off as “hip”, or else it’s Top 40 high fructose corn syrup.
Of course, a few brave souls are still making great electronic music in the right-now (Boards of Canada!), but it’s hard not to get cynical. It seems like the loud and vulgar always crowds out the understated and beautiful. But nothing, nothing can detract from the joy and wonder of the late 90s and early 00s.
Take Private (2002), one of my all-time favorite albums, by speedometer., the stage name of Jun Takayama. Private is, as far as Yours Truly is concerned, a masterpiece of dance/electronica. Therefore it’s all the more heartbreaking that it’s so utterly obscure. I can’t even recall how I came across Private; I think I heard one of the tracks on soma.fm while lettering Rex Mundi at 3 in the morning, and I took a chance on the full album. The chance paid off, in droves.
What can I say about speedometer.’s sound? Sure, it’s downtempo, chill out, space jazz, whatever – but none of those descriptors even come close to capturing the beauty of the music. So here’s Nightboat from Alaska, the first track from the album. I love the mysterious, shimmering timbre of the melody, the skittery jazz percussion, the rubbery Angelo Badalamenti bass, and the saxophone.
Private Roots, the second track, is my favorite, and the fact that it only has 15 views on YouTube is a sickening crime. Yoshie Nakano, the vocalist on this piece, deserves like ten Grammys. Downtempo dance tends to feature a lot of soulful, jazzy female vocals, but the vocalists don’t always have the chops. Well, Nakano has chops. You can’t fake passion and intensity like hers.
The entire album is perfect, one of the rare cases where you can listen from beginning to end without skipping a track. It’s available on iTunes, wedged in somewhere between the Justin Bieber remixes feat. Nelly and singles from The Voice™. If you happen to be lucky enough to live near a small record store that specializes in electronica/dance, they might have it, too, but I dunno. Like I said, this album never got the attention it deserved.
I somehow hunted down speedometer.’s earlier album, …Or Not, and there are a few fleeting moments of brilliance in it that are fully realized in Private. Checking speedometer’s Web site, I can see he released a bunch of albums after Private, but I have no way of knowing how to get them in a way that financially compensates Jun Takayama. Which is sad, but at least he’s still making music. That, by itself, makes me happy.
Okay. I’m going to go listen to Slayer now.
oo long! It’s been way too long since last I posted. I’ve been both lazy *and* busy. Just got back from Munich, in fact, because I’m officially working on Travian, the mightiest browser-based strategy game of them all.
I shamefully confess I hadn’t heard of Travian until my friend Josef recommended me to the powers-that-be at Travian Games GmbH. Now I’m officially hooked. Travian is a completely different take on online gaming, on gaming period. It’s “free-to-play”, and you can gain advantages by spending real-world money – Travian’s got to make money somehow, renting out servers ain’t cheap – but the game is wonderfully designed so that forking over real gold for in-game gold is truly, madly, and deeply optional. You can do well at the game and spend nary a dime.
The game is pretty staggering in its intricacy. It debuted in 2004, and it’s been updated and expanded ever since. The setting is ancient Rome. You expand your settlements, cultivate resource production, and raid and form alliances with other players. The ultimate goal is to complete a “World Wonder” and thereby defeat the Natars, the non-player enemies that are threatening the world. Once a World Wonder is built, a winning alliance is declared, and the server resets.
It’s hard to capture the complexity of Travian in a paragraph or two, so check it out for yourself. It’s basically a vast and complex board game, with all the fiddly rules and tally-keeping handled for you.
One of the coolest things about the game is the broad player base. Travian has servers everywhere from Estonia to Indonesia. 1.6 million “likes” on Facebook. So what am I doing for Travian, exactly? World-building. I’m coming up with a story for the game, answering questions like “who are the Natars?” and “how is Travian different from historical reality?”. That kind of thing.
Speaking of historical reality, the trip to Munich was amazing. Germany is like some kind of fantasy realm where bad architecture and cars that are not either Mercedes or BMWs and street litter have been erased from existence. And German is such a weird language. Sometimes I can almost understand it, but most of the time I feel like I’m in one of those Star Trek: The Next Generation episodes where Picard is forced to go to the Klingon homeworld for some reason. Like settling a succession crisis for the next Klingon emperor, or working on a browser game.
Thanks to Erik, Robin and… Jesus, everyone in Munich for making me feel so welcome. The newest iteration of Travian, version 5, is gonna debut sometime early next year. I have an account on the super-secret test server, and oh my Lord, is v5 ever an improvement. I cannot wait for it to go live, and it’s an unbelievable honor to be a part of it.