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Category Archives: Delights
Kill your darlings
Review of Chasing the Chinese Dream in the TLS
Thanks to Amy Hawkins for a thorough, perceptive review of my book (alongside two others) in the TLS.
“It is always refreshing to read anything on China that takes the focus away from Beijing and Shanghai … Holdstock is at his best when detailing China’s rural to urban transformation.”
UCHANGE
I thought it was time to write a story that heavily features a goose.
My story, UCHANGE, is in the new issue of Banshee.
Free Rahile Dawut
I wrote about the disappearance of Rahile Dawut (pictured holding the camera), and hundreds of thousands of other people in Xinjiang, for the LRB Blog.
Collection
My first story collection ‘The False River’ will be out next year from Unthank Press.
Chinese edition of China’s Forgotten People
A Balcony in the Forest
I wrote a short piece about the re-issue of Julien Gracq’s novel for the TLS.
Generation HK
I wrote about Ben Bland’s book on activism and identity in Hong Kong for the Financial Times.
Lost Species Day
I wrote about extinction for the LRB Blog. Spare a thought for the thylacine.
China Channel
The LARB has a new China blog which has lots of good content by people who really know their stuff. I wrote something for a roundtable discussion on Han Song’s story ‘Finished’, a Kafka-esque story about migrant workers.
Katalin Street
I wrote a piece for 3 a.m. magazine about Magda Szabó.
CUP and ‘Academic Freedom’
I wrote about Cambridge University Press’s decision to censor some of its content in China for the London Review of Books Blog.
Reading in Stockholm
Looking forward to reading from The Casualties in Stockholm next week. Event details here.
The China Journal
Thanks to Timothy A. Grosse for his generous review of China’s Forgotten People in The China Journal.
Coming out in September
The Souls of China
I wrote a piece on Ian Johnson’s remarkable book about the rebirth of religion in China for Literary Review.
The Phantom of Constancy
My piece for Open Letters Monthly on the (almost) lost novel of Zdanevich who worked with Picasso, Miro Ernst and Giacometti et al, and in the mid 1970s could still be seen wandering round Paris’s Latin Quarter wearing a sheepskin coat, herding a flock of cats before him.
On teaching writing
I’ve been working as a Royal Literary Fellow at Newcastle University for the last year, a job that involves me helping students improve their academic writing. Mainly this happens through one to one sessions in which the student and I talk about their work, usually with reference to a specific piece they’re working on. The following is a short piece on what that experience has been like for me.
This is a strange job. I work amongst academics, but am not an academic. There are superficial similarities between what we do — we sit in our offices and talk to students — but I’m not sure we have the same goals. Whereas they try to convey information to the students, my role feels more diagnostic. The students who visit me know that they, or rather their work, is unwell in some fashion, but can’t see (or at least articulate) what the problem is.
The true cause of this sickness is impossible to discern. Laziness, the education system, their parents, the decline of community libraries, the Internet, the thrill of text messaging, the fact that television has never, ever been as good as it is now: take your pick. But perhaps the aetiology is immaterial. Treatment is all that matters.
I suspect that many of the students want some easy to swallow pill that will make them all better after 7 days. Telling them to search their essays for phrases like ‘This emphasies’ and words like ‘clearly’ or ‘obviously’ will provide minor relief – and maybe reduce irritation – but it will not cure their writing of its maladies. What I recommend is more akin to physiotherapy. They need to assume new habits that may seem dull, uncomfortable and pointless and don’t appear to be doing anything useful even after six bloody weeks. They need to print out their work and slowly read through it in a quiet room. They need to read more. They need to read better.
Even if they suffer this regime of treatment there are no guarantees. Having excellent skin is no indicator of one’s internal health. Simplistic, naïve ideas can be well-expressed. And one can be many wonderful things in life without being able to write well. It’s entirely understandable if people have other priorities. There are other kinds of health.
I’m sure many doctors doubt their choice of vocation. People smoke and eat rubbish food and try to meld with their couch and then complain they are unwell. But I don’t blame the students for their problems. In some ways it’s surprising that they’re not much worse: it seems to me that often they are required to do things they haven’t been shown how to do.
I sometimes find it difficult to accept that a student’s prognosis depends almost entirely on them, how much they want to improve, how much their circumstances allow them to. I can reassure them, I can listen, but I cannot transport them to some sanatorium cum library on a Swiss mountain.
But it strikes me that perhaps this illness metaphor misses the point. To speak of recovery assumes they have fallen from some state of perfect health in which no comma was ever misplaced. They aren’t trying to get well. They, like the rest of us, are only trying to learn.
New Traffic Patterns May Emerge
My story from Short Fiction 10 is now online.
An almost-equally burning question
This time: How I write.
The smell of death
In today’s Guardian I wander round various lesser-known Chinese cities and talk to people about what it’s like to live and work in such fast expanding places. I am also asked to sample the smell of death.
The same thing, on a larger scale, is the subject of my next book, Chasing the Chinese Dream, out in September from IB Tauris.
The Burning Question
In which I answer the burning question of WHY I WRITE. Warning: this contains my actual voice. https://www.rlf.org.uk/showcase/nick-holdstock-wiw/
The Explosion Chronicles
I reviewed Yan Lianke’s novel The Explosion Chronicles in the March issue of Literary Review. I thought it was a bloated, prurient, timid satire.
The Return of Munchausen
I wrote a piece on the great Soviet fabulist Sigizmund Krzhizhanovsky for Open Letters Monthly.
Show and Tell
When I was a teacher in China I used to get my students to bring in items and talk about them. It was good practice for them and also meant there was only 42 minutes left of the lesson to fill. The best one was a young man who brought in a bullet and then spoke about how happy he’d felt the first time he fired a gun. This story is probably vaguely inspired by this – it’s in The Manchester Review.
The Library of Doris Lessing
My piece on cataloguing Doris Lessing’s library is in The Guardian.
Literary Wonderlands
I wrote the entry on Georges Perec’s ‘W, or The Memory of Childhood,’ for this new book about imaginary places. There’s a review of it in the New York Times.
The Purple Glamour of Billy the Kid
I wrote about Ron Hansen’s new novel for the LA Review of Books.
late style — the m john harrison blog
Late style arrives when you realise that you are: competent enough to write those things you wanted to write when you were twenty five; impatient enough to have one more go at going all the way; angry enough not to allow anyone else to persuade you to do something else. At the same time late […]