A Visit from the Goon Squad

10 years ago I became very impressed by Jonathan Franzen’s essays How to Be Alone. For weeks now I have been trying to read his newest novel, Freedom, but the text will not open up. To me there is nothing here but words, lots of words; but no poetry, no music, no sensuality – its just talk …

Why I suddenly decided to throw Franzen away and focus my attention on Jennifer Egan instead I do not know. But what I do know, even whitout having finished the book yet, is that A Visit from the Goon Squad is a fantastic piece of literature, heartbreaking – actually!

A Visit from the Goon Squad is labeled a novel, but could also be called a collection of short stories, a multiple memoir, or a cultural history … Since I’m not finish reading yet, I have no review to offer, I just had to share my excitement with someone – !

Have you read it?

The Time Is Now!

Have you ever visited Poets & Writers?

The most important and underrated factor in a writer’s success is discipline. 

Its really very simple: If you want to be a writer … focus on the writing! However, finding the time and inspiration to write is not always easy. That’s where creative writing prompts and exercises can help. The Time Is Now offers a weekly writing prompt (poetry, fiction, and a creative nonfiction prompt) to help you stay committed to your writing practice throughout the year.

This week the creative nonfiction prompt read like this:

The Alter Ego

Research the origins (Latin, Greek, biblical, or otherwise) of your first name and develop an alter ego for yourself based upon those origins. If your name is Alex, for example, whose origin, Alexandros, originates from the Greek root “to defend,” your alter ego could be “The Defender.” Free-write for twenty minutes from the perspective of that alter ego, writing about anything that comes to mind–and see what kind of patterns, ideas, or thoughts emerge.

The origin of my name is Old Norse, above is a picture of the first page of Codex Upsaliensis of Snorra Edda

Why don’t you have a go?

First steps

Vincent van Gogh was greatly influenced by the French  J-F Millet. So much so that he copied several of his artworks. It is very interesting to see how true van Gogh is to the original, yet he also manages to make his own version into something totally new, very van-gogh’ish …

First Steps, after Millet, Vincent van Gogh (1890)

This how The Met, NY, presents this picture: In October 1889 Theo van Gogh sent his brother Vincent, at Saint-Rémy, a group of reproductions of works by Jean-François Millet, including a photograph of the drawing from which this painting was copied. The photograph, squared by Van Gogh when he decided to copy it in January 1890, is now in the Van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam. The Millet drawing itself is now in the Lauren Rogers Museum of Art, Laurel, Mississippi.

The First Steps, J F Millet (1859)

Todays lesson is this: choose the very best as your inspiration!

Burning cold

Elizabeth Bishop

At the Fishhouses


All is silver: the heavy surface of the sea,

swelling slowly as if considering spilling over,

Cold dark deep and absolutely clear,

element bearable to no mortal,

I have seen it over and over, the same sea, the same,

slightly, indifferently swinging above the stones,

icily free above the stones,

above the stones and then the world.

If you should dip your hand in,

your wrist would ache immediately,

your bones would begin to ache and your hand would burn

as if the water were a transmutation of fire

that feeds on stones and burns with a dark gray flame.

If you tasted it, it would first taste bitter,

then briny, then surely burn your tongue.

It is like what we imagine knowledge to be:

dark, salt, clear, moving, utterly free,

drawn from the cold hard mouth

of the world, derived from the rocky breasts

forever, flowing and drawn, and since

our knowledge is historical, flowing, and flown.

If you are interested in analysis of this and other poems by Bishop, I strongly recommend a visit to Martha Carlson-Bradley’s pages

Julia Briggs – An Inner Life

Two days ago I got a question:

Have you read Julia Briggs’ biography on Woolf – An Inner Life?

– to which I had to reply: no. But now I have … well not the whole of it yet – but I definitively will! Briggs is a clear and talented narrator, and she offers clever insights into both Woolf and her work.

Godrevy lighthouse (Cornwall) is said to have inspired Virginia Woolf to write To the Lighthouse  – though in the book, she locates the lighthouse in the Hebrides. The lighthouse’s visitor book contains the signature of Virginia Stephen (Woolf). She first visited on 12 September 1892

If you follow my blog on a regular basis you might remember that I wrote a post under the heading “Theory of Mind”, where I tried to discuss the complexity of the characters inner-life in To the Lighthouse. Here is Briggs on Woolf’s way of creating the subjectivity of human beings:

In daily life she (Woolf) was as capable as the next person of ignoring the selfhood of others, but within her fiction, she encourages her readers to extend their sympathies through the use of the imagination, deliberately writing in the tradition of George Eliot, who believed that “Art is the nearest thing to life; it is a mode of amplifying experience and extending our contact with our fellow-men beyond the bounds of our personal lot”. Both writers share a tradition of women’s writing in which moral awareness carries the reader across the boundaries of gender, class and race in the interest of wider sympathy and understanding.

Historic Print of Godrevy Island, position: 
50 14′.549 N 005 24′.015 W (not for navigation purposes)

Godrevy Island is situated 3½ miles across St.Ives Bay, where rugged cliffs rise from the sea. Gulls, oyster-catchers and pipits make their homes on the island, which is partly covered with grass, as it slopes down to the sea. In springtime, carpets of brightly coloured primroses, sea thrift and heather bring beauty to the scene, for although the island is close to the mainland, it is open to the full force of Atlantic gales. A dangerous reef extends outwards towards St.Ives, called the Stones and on this many vessels have come to grief.

After a black day


After a black day, I play Haydn,

and feel a little warmth in my hands.

The keys are ready. Kind hammers fall.

The sound is spirited, green, and full of silence.

The sound says that freedom exists

and someone pays no tax to Caesar.

I shove my hands in my haydnpockets

and act like a man who is calm about it all.

I raise my haydnflag. The signal is:

“We do not surrender. But want peace.”

The music is a house of glass standing on a slope;

rocks are flying, rocks are rolling.

The rocks roll straight through the house

but every pane of glass is still whole.

Tomas Tranströmer (1931) Swedish poet.

The Nobel Prize in Literature 2011 is awarded to Tomas Tranströmer “because, through his condensed, translucent images, he gives us fresh access to reality”

I’ve always found poetry to be rather difficult to read. But through reading Woolf it is as if my awareness of words as pictures and rhythm is growing, and with this awareness I find a totally new pleasure in reading poems. But poetry demand a knowledge of words which makes it more difficult to read in a foreign language, I read Tranströmer in Swedish, or Norwegian – my mother tongue.

Great Expectations

Just the other day Sophie, of Live, Love & Learn, had a nice post on Woolf. In her post Sophie mentioned Alexandra Harris’s biography Virginia Woolf, which I (no surprise…) got very curious about.

So I ordered it.

(If this Woolf obsession of mine will continue, I really have to try to cleared another meter or two in my already overloaded bookshelf …)

Yesterday Blogging Woolf had a note on the same book, with the link to a review.

My expectation of Harris’s book is growing steadily, day by day … Have you read it?