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April 13, 2010 by Terry Teachout

Our Girl has invited me to play this game, the rules of which were passed along by the proprietor of one of our favorite blogs:

Reading skeletons…are those books and writers that make you ashamed of yourself. Like Even Cowgirls Get the Blues, which I read one hot and beach-blanketed summer to impress a California girl. Or Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, the philosophical pretensions of which amazed me when I was a pretentious college senior.

All of us have skeletons in our reading closets. We do not confess to them, because we do not want to be arrested. We want to move on with our reading lives.

It happens that I never got around to reading either of the aforementioned books. For my generation, I suspect that Catch-22 may well be the ultimate reading skeleton. I thought it profound in high school and now wince at the thought of ever having to crack it again. Nor do I plan to revisit The Catcher in the Rye, Good Times/Bad Times, or A Separate Peace in my middle age, any more than I’d care to repeat my freshman year in high school, though it doesn’t embarrass me to admit to having read and liked those books in my adolescence–or, for that matter, to having listened with pleasure to, say, Crosby, Stills & Nash. To be young is to be…well, young.
empty_closet.jpgAs far as my adult reading goes, I incline to agree with Our Girl, who says that “I feel as though I can justify reading any book that keeps my attention.” This includes, needless to say, such noted purveyors of what H.L. Mencken called “homicidal fiction” as Elmore Leonard, Rex Stout, and Donald Westlake, all of whose novels are variously pleasing to readers with well-tuned ears.
On the other hand, I’ve never been one to bother with contemporary commercial fiction, no doubt because I find it all but impossible to read a book that isn’t stylishly written. To be specific, I’ve yet to read a single word by any of the novelists whose works appear on the latest New York Times list of paperback mass-market fiction best sellers (except for John Grisham, whose The Firm I read in a weak moment a number of years ago). This incapacity has been known to work to my disadvantage–it’s the reason why I’ve never been able to get anywhere with Theodore Dreiser, or with the vast majority of academic biographies–but I’m mostly grateful for it.
Your turn, CAAF.

TT: Mortification, anyone?

April 13, 2010 by Terry Teachout

charlie-brown-1.jpgThe Pulitzer Prizes were announced yesterday. Needless to say, I didn’t win one, nor was I a finalist, though I was nominated three times, for Pops, my contribution to The Letter, and in my capacity as The Wall Street Journal‘s drama critic.
As if that weren’t a sufficiently direct lesson in humility, I received in the mail my latest royalty check from Borealis Press. This one (pause for drumroll) was for…$4.06.
Vanity, thy name is someone else. At least until tomorrow. Or maybe next week.

TT: Almanac

April 13, 2010 by Terry Teachout

“I need not tell you what it is to be knocking about in an open boat. I remember nights and days of calm when we pulled, we pulled, and the boat seemed to stand still, as if bewitched within the circle of the sea horizon. I remember the heat, the deluge of rain-squalls that kept us baling for dear life (but filled our water-cask), and I remember sixteen hours on end with a mouth dry as a cinder and a steering-oar over the stern to keep my first command head on to a breaking sea. I did not know how good a man I was till then. I remember the drawn faces, the dejected figures of my two men, and I remember my youth and the feeling that will never come back any more–the feeling that I could last for ever, outlast the sea, the earth, and all men; the deceitful feeling that lures us on to joys, to perils, to love, to vain effort–to death; the triumphant conviction of strength, the heat of life in the handful of dust, the glow in the heart that with every year grows dim, grows cold, grows small, and expires–and expires, too soon–before life itself.”
Joseph Conrad, “Youth” (courtesy of The Rat)

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This is a blog about the arts in New York City and the rest of America, written by Terry Teachout. Terry is a critic, biographer, playwright, director, librettist, recovering musician, and inveterate blogger. In addition to theater, he writes here and elsewhere about all of the other arts--books, … [Read More...]

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Billy and Me, my second play, received its world premiere on December 8, 2017, at Palm Beach Dramaworks in West Palm Beach, Fla. Satchmo at the Waldorf, my first play, closed off Broadway at the Westside Theatre on June 29, 2014, after 18 previews and 136 performances. That production was directed … [Read More...]

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My latest book is Duke: A Life of Duke Ellington, published in 2013 by Gotham Books in the U.S. and the Robson Press in England and now available in paperback. I have also written biographies of Louis Armstrong, George Balanchine, and H.L. Mencken, as well as a volume of my collected essays called A … [Read More...]

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