I wrote about Ron Hansen’s new novel for the LA Review of Books.
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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 […]
New Traffic Patterns May Emerge
I have a new story titled ‘New Traffic Patterns May Emerge’ in Short Fiction magazine. This is how it starts:
Sally is a worried tiger because they are late. Her mother drives round the block and when they return Sally spies the perfect space — right outside the old church hall — but they cannot stop. When they come round again a dirty white van has taken the space, and this seems unfair, it was theirs. But then a parked car eases out and everything is fine.
*
Injuries, break ups, deaths of friends: these were normal, awful life events that Chris could have managed. If they’d happened over several years he might have coped. But it had been a year of four funerals and a poisoned cat. His flat had been burgled; his car stolen; he’d been punched in the face by a stranger. He had been a witness to his mother’s slow unmaking. She no longer knew his name. She lived, and she did not.
He had never cried as much, been so unable to sleep, and yet he was not depressed. He sometimes wished he were. There were pills for that, and therapy, the notion of a path that wound back to health. What he felt seemed permanent.
*
When Sally bursts through the double doors a tall girl squeals her name. All heads turn; they gather round; her tiger make up is praised.
‘I’ll see you later,’ her mother says. ‘Mrs Gray will bring you home.’
The sea of children parts for Lucas. He is wearing black jeans and a blue shirt with a green wool tie. On his head an orange paper crown has slightly split. Before Sally can say, ‘Happy Birthday’ he has launched into the breathless, delighted speech only she evokes.
“It’s the last one I saved it for you it’s like mine do you like it?’
She takes the hat. She’d prefer green. ‘It’s lovely,’ she says.
Lucas bows and offers her his arm, and in this childish, gallant way, the party begins. Fifty years later, as he walks through an airport, one of the lights will drop from the ceiling and miss him by only a foot.
‘You look beautiful,’ he says and then the music starts. Sally can’t see where it’s coming from, knows only that it’s getting louder and keeps changing its mind.
*
The traffic is bad: the bus lurches; there is no momentum. But Chris is in no hurry. Being on the bus is no worse than being at work. In both he only watches things appear and vanish. At work these are mostly words on a screen, and though it is his hand that cuts and pastes, he is not involved.
He sees broken glass, a damaged car, policemen standing still. Then the traffic starts to flow and when he arrives at the offices of Conflict Resolution he is barely late. It is a small office of only six people, and yet only Adam answers when he says, ‘Good morning’. He sits down and turns on his computer and soon the moving begins. He fixes bad text, but more arrives, as it always will.
‘Did you see the Botswana piece?’ says Adam. ‘That was a war crime. He used about ten commas per sentence.’
He nods and Adam makes a sound of disgust; for the next half an hour no one speaks. They click and type and maybe, in some small way, help to resolve conflict. He really has no idea. What was a passion is now a job he watches himself do. Even poor, jaded Adam is more engaged than that. After his kidnap, and his escape, he’ll do his job much better.
The swimming lesson
is the title of my new story in North Words Now. You can get the whole issue here. It’s free!
Shelf Life
I write about destroying books on the RLF website.
Cutting grass and wood
I have a piece on rural life in China in the new Dublin Review.
Royal Literary Fund
I’m honoured to have been appointed as an RLF Fellow for Newcastle University for this year.
Guardian piece
My first piece for The Guardian is a book review of Rob Schmitz’s look at life on a street in Shanghai.
Francofonia
The new Sokurov film about The Louvre is out soon – the trailer raises both the typical fears (that it will be pretentious) and the typical hopes (that it will be sublime).
This Census-Taker
I review China Mieville’s new novella in the latest Literary Review. My three-word verdict: ‘confused and confusing’.
China Rhyming
Thanks to Paul French for his piece on China’s Forgotten People on his excellent blog, which has a lot of good material on the erosion of China’s visible history.
Letter to LRB
I wrote a response to Seymour Hersh’s recent piece on Syria in the London Review of Books.
For your listening pleasure
I read out my short story ‘And Then’ from the latest issue of The Southern Review.
Powells Best of 2015.
Thanks to Powells for featuring The Casualties on their Best of 2015 list, as picked by their booksellers – probably my favourite group of people to be liked by.
The Two-Child Policy
This week I wrote about China’s plans to end the one-child policy on the London Review of Books Blog.
Louisiana Book Festival
I’ll be at the Louisiana Book Festival in Baton Rouge on Sat 31 November.
As well as a solo event for The Casualties, I’ll also be taking part in what’s likely to be a great panel about 80 years of The Southern Review, a magazine I’m proud to contribute to. Here are a few of the stories I’ve written for them:
And then
I have a new story in the Autumn issue of The Southern Review.
FT quote
I’m quoted in today’s Financial Times in a piece on recent violence in Xinjiang.
US Tour
I’m very excited about appearing at some great independent bookstores in the US and Canada over the next 6 weeks to promote my first novel, The Casualties. Thanks to all at Powerhouse in New York for a great launch for the book on September 3rd as well. I also want to thank Creative Scotland for helping fund the tour.
September 24- Box of Delights Bookshop, Wolfville, Nova Scotia
September 29 – Lunenburg Bound, Lunenburg, Nova Scotia
October 5 – Powell’s bookstore, Portland, OR, with Marjorie Sandor
October 13 – Octopus Literary Salon, Oakland, CA
October 16 – Book Passage, San Fransisco with Matthew Siegel
October 20 – Sundance Books, Reno, Nevada
Oct 31 – Louisiana Book Festival, Baton Rouge
Review in TLS
BBC Arts
My Edinburgh Book Festival event about The Casualties can now be listened to on the BBC Arts website (though possibly not for ever and ever. So if this link stops working, I apologise…)
‘Benison’
is my favourite word in Steve Donoghue’s interesting review of The Casualties at Open Letters Monthly.
Q and A on The Casualties
Thanks to Caroline Leavitt for doing a Q and A with me about The Casualties, which as usual made me realise all kinds of things about where the book came from. Shockingly, I even admit to having a broad streak of pessimism.
The Dying Grass
My possibly quixotic attempt to make you read William Vollmann’s incredible new book is now at the LA Review of Books.
What I was reading
Thanks to Writers Read for asking.
New York Times interview on CFP
Thanks to Ian Johnson of the New York Times for the interview.
Ian Johnson writes for the NYT and NYRB on China – his work on urbanisation in China is especially well worth a look.
Paste magazine review
Thanks to Steve Nathans-Kelly for his review of The Casualties at Paste Magazine.
Finally.
Spectator review for CFP
Thanks to Tom Miller, author of China’s Urban Billion, for his review of CFP in The Spectator
Ali K.’s “Burial Ground” Photo Series
Lovely photos of a very interesting place – there’s also a major Sufi shrine in the cemetery and the power station looms over it all.
the art of life in chinese central asia
Last weekend I went to Gulsay Cemetery at the south end of Ürümchi, back behind the power plants right next to lowest foothill of the eastern section of Heavenly Mountains. Many Uyghur, Kazakh and Hui heroes are buried in this cemetery; people often just refer to it as “the Muslim cemetery.” Looking at the markings around you, it feels as though you are in a completely Muslim world. In the Uyghur section of the cemetery all of the signs are in the Arabic script of modern Uyghur. There is little sign in this community of the dead that this cemetery is in the largest Chinese city in Central Asia. But if you look a few hundred meters away you immediately recognize that the city is now even here: the last stop on 308 bus line. Giant earth moving machines prowl the nearby city landfill; sunlight reflects off of the CITIC…
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