I'm a lasagna boy!

you're going to miss me when I'm gone

Fiona wrote about the animal most likely to eat you when you're dead. I can hear Roky Erickson hollerin'.

Inappropriate use of quotation marks, Pt. II

Long have I admired MUNI's use of quotation marks on their advisory stickers. I finally snapped one th' other day:

Slint Sold Out

Last night, at the long-awaited Slint show at the Great American Music Hall, Joseph asked about seminal shows I've been to. I think that the Gastr del Sol/Unrest/Stereolab show at Metro, apparently the same show that prompted Number One Cup to get together as a band; the 9 AM Shellac show also at Great American, perhaps because their stage presence was so phenomenal; and the BBQ Killers/flat duo jets/Animal Time show that happened at some warehouse in the Strip District after the American Legion closed down (was shut down?). They are all important because they exposed me to different music in a different setting. I've seen lots of great shows. Last night was one of them: Slint, tight as a drum.

Greg has a great write-up from Wednesday. He'll probably post Friday as well.

The constant expansion of a single moment:

This article in the New York Times discusses Gregory Rabassa and Clarice Lispector, providing my first biographical glimpse into Lispector's writing. An incontrovertible liar who wrote in Portuguese! I first read her "Água viva" during a world-literature course at Pennsylvania State Univ., taught by one of her other translators and champions, Earl Fitz.

March 11, 2005

An Enigmatic Author Who Can Be Addictive
By JULIE SALAMON

When Gregory Rabassa talks about Clarice Lispector, it is evident that his infatuation with her isn't purely literary. "Those blue eyes, right out of Thomas Mann, 'The Magic Mountain,' " he sighed, during a recent interview. "She was so beautiful."

Mr. Rabassa is a renowned translator, of Gabriel García Márquez, Jorge Amado and Mario Vargas Llosa - and of Lispector, who became, in the mid-20th century, one of Brazil's most influential writers, described as the Kafka of Latin American fiction. Her works have been translated into film and dance and she is famous in literary circles. But she is almost unknown outside of them, particularly in the United States, where all her books combined sell a few thousand copies a year, mainly in Latin American studies courses on college campuses.

After her death from cancer in 1977, at 56 (more or less), she acquired the mystique of a character she might have created: a beautiful woman who was intense, philosophical, idiosyncratic, tragic - and murky on mundane facts like her exact date of birth. Like her writing, which is blunt and pungent yet also intellectual and abstract, she is hard to pin down.

Mr. Rabassa will be discussing the enigmatic Lispector and her work this Sunday at the Center for Jewish History, along with Earl Fitz, a professor of comparative literature at Vanderbilt University.

In his memoir, "If This Be Treason," due out next month from New Directions, Mr. Rabassa, who was born in Yonkers in 1922, describes his first encounter with Lispector, 40 years ago, at a conference on Brazilian literature in Texas. "I was flabbergasted to meet that rare person who looked like Marlene Dietrich and wrote like Virginia Woolf," he recalls.

Lispector was rarefied in other ways. She was born in Ukraine to Jewish parents, but immigrated as a baby to Brazil. Her mother died when she was 9. Though she and her two older sisters were raised as Jews, she identified herself as a Brazilian, and called Portuguese the language of her soul. For years she was a diplomat's wife, traveling the world until the marriage ended and she returned to Brazil with the couple's two sons. She wrote an intimate newspaper column, yet regarded herself as a recluse. She was beautiful, yes, then badly scarred by a fire started when she went to bed smoking a cigarette.

By the time she died she had written nine novels, eight collections of short stories, four works for children and a Portuguese translation of Oscar Wilde's novel "The Picture of Dorian Gray." Lispector grappled with contradictions as she searched for nothing less than the essential meaning of human existence. For her, however, basic facts were no less elusive.

"She was an incorrigible liar," said Professor Fitz, a former student of Mr. Rabassa, who says he has been obsessed with the writer and her work since he read her novel "The Apple in the Dark" in the spring of 1971. He has devoted much of his academic career to Lispector, having written two books about her, and is now working on a third in which she figures prominently.

"She wanted to be thought of as a writer though she pretended she wasn't a professional," he said. "She told different people different things about what town she lived in and when she was born. She wore a lot of masks, and when she would take one off you'd think she was revealing something, but all she was revealing was another mask."

This inability - or refusal - to settle on a single identity is reflected in Lispector's work, which churns with life but offers few resolutions. Her characters are mostly middle-class women contending with unhappy marriages, frustrated love affairs, strong-willed children, stifled ambition, sexual ambiguity. "Her characters lack a certain kind of cohesiveness and even when they have cohesiveness it doesn't lead to happiness," Professor Fitz said.

She could also be very funny, most pointedly in her "crônicas," newspaper columns (literally "chronicles") that she published in the Saturday edition of a national daily newspaper, O Jornal do Brasil, from August 1967 until December 1973. (A fine sampling is available in English in "Selected Crônicas," published by New Directions and translated by Giovanni Pontiero.) This genre is a Brazilian specialty, a newspaper column that allows poets and writers wide latitude. They can write a kind of diary one week, an essay the next, a story or simply a random thought. Think of them as literary blogs, but on newsprint.

Lispector began writing crônicas to make money, but also thrived in this idiosyncratic form, which gave rise to profound reflection as well as amusing riffs on social convention and family relations. "When mothers of Russian descent start to kiss their children, instead of being content with one kiss they want to give them 40," she wrote. "I tried to explain this to one of my sons but he told me I was just looking for an excuse to justify all those kisses."

These newspaper columns frequently offered their readers a more potent brew, as jolting as Brazilian coffee. Lispector's imagery could be intense, mystical and often violent, seeming sometimes like the brilliant ravings of a madwoman. One of her shortest crônicas, at least as reprinted in the book, was called "A Challenge for the Psychoanalysts." The entire story went like this: "I dreamed that a fish was taking its clothes off and remained naked."

Perhaps it is a fitting paradox for this paradoxical writer to be presented by the Center for Jewish History, given her apparent ambivalence toward the religion of her family. The Lispectors landed not in southern Brazil, where most Jews settled, but in the northeast, the poorest region of the country, moving to Rio de Janeiro only when Clarice was 12. Her parents spoke Yiddish and she attended Hebrew school, but the many spiritual references in her work tend to be Christian or nondenominational. She lived with her diplomat-husband in Europe just after World War II, yet she avoided references to the Holocaust.

"She didn't deny her Jewishness, but she didn't push it," said Moacyr Scliar, the Brazilian-Jewish novelist whose work has dealt explicitly with the Jewish Diaspora. "The reason why this happened is still a subject of discussion here in Brazil."

Speaking by telephone from his home in Porto Alegre, Brazil, Mr. Scliar speculated on possible reasons for the absence of Jewish characters and themes from Lispector's work. "At that time there was not anti-Semitism in Brazil but some rejection of foreign people, not only in relationship to Jews but also Italians, Germans and Russians," he said. "Also, she was married to a diplomat. It was not very good for this husband of Clarice's to be married to a Jewish woman who was not Brazilian."

Yet Mr. Scliar recalled a conversation he had had with Lispector just before she went to a television station for an interview. "I was much younger than she, but she knew my work and asked about my literature, my Jewishness," he said. "I told her I like to write about Jewish subjects and that I didn't feel humiliated or inferior because of this. She said, 'I wish I could write about those subjects.' But she didn't explain what she meant by that."

In her final book, a novella called "The Hour of the Star," Lispector named her main character Macabéa, which many scholars believe refers to the Maccabees, the fierce Jewish warriors celebrated for defeating the Hellenizing Syrians. Lispector's Macabéa is hardly heroic by Bible-story standards. She is a poor young woman from the backwoods of Brazil, who comes to the slums of Rio with big dreams but can't avoid the kind of grim fate Lispector writes for so many of her characters.

Yet for Lispector, who died the year the novel was published, Macabéa's struggles are part of a lyrical, existential dance between imagination and reality. After Macabéa's story is finished, Lispector offers a quick, meditative postscript on life and death: "And now - now it only remains for me to light a cigarette and go home. Dear God, only now am I remembering that people die. Does that include me?

"Don't forget, in the meantime, that this is the season for strawberries. Yes."

In her introduction to a 1989 translation of "Soulstorm," a collection of Lispector's short stories, Grace Paley ruminated on possible connections between Lispector's Ukrainian-Jewish origins and her writing. She concluded: "I thought at one point in my reading that there was some longing for Europe, the Old World, but decided I was wrong. It was simply longing."

For Lispector, that longing was bound to language as vitally as plasma to blood. Sunday's program at the Center for Jewish History will include the screening of a television interview with Lispector from February 1977, which she asked not to be broadcast until after her death. She told the interviewer, "When I am not writing, I am dead." Yet as she herself observed so many times, the meaning of death is ephemeral. Lispector died shortly after that interview, but almost 30 years later her work remains in season.

"The Cultural Politics of Dislocation: Clarice Lispector and Ways of Being Jewish in Brazil" will take place on Sunday at 5 p.m. at the Center for Jewish History, 15 West 16th Street, Manhattan. Admission: $15; $10 for students, 65+ and members of Yivo, Americas Society and Congregation Beth Simchat Torah. Box office: (917) 606-8200.

Copyright 2005 The New York Times Company

Lies, damn lies, and

gullible.info, an aptly-named blog that contains enough trivia to choke ten thousand pub quizzes.

Meine schwesterchen hat ein blog

My sister has a blog.

      I also realized that, because it's so expensive here, I also have not had broccoli in almost four months. It’s one of my favorite vegetables; I can eat a head for dinner. I heard someone asking about it at the vegetable stand today, which is what reminded me that I haven't eaten broccoli in a long time; its name in Arabic translates as ‘foreign cauliflower’.

On the foolishness of double-turn lanes

From Transportation for a Livable City's current action items:

Tell the City to remove dangerous and unneeded double turn
lanes.

      WHAT'S AT STAKE: Double turn lanes are notoriously dangerous for pedestrians, bicyclists, and other motorists. The Federal Highway Administration (FHWA) says that double turn lanes pose significant "liabilities" to pedestrians and bicyclists." The State of Oregon's 'Bicycle and Pedestrian Plan' and the City of Portland's (OR) 'Bikeway Design and Engineering Guidelines' state that double turn lanes should be allowed "only if absolutely necessary" to prevent gridlock, should be "closely scrutinized", and should be "avoided whenever possible."

Despite there known dangers, there are approximately 80 double turn lanes
throughout the City, and while many of these are no longer serve any
significant traffic control purpose, they continue to endanger pedestrians
and bicyclists. Thankfully, DPT has undertaken an initiative to remove
these dangerous and unneeded double turn lanes throughout the City, and
several of these have already been approved for removal
(http://livablecity.org/pipermail/news_livablecity.org/2004q4/000050.html).

Unfortunately, a city committee called ISCOTT recently refused to approve
the removal of a double turn lane at 6th & Harrison, despite the fact that
DPT's analysis showed no significant impact on auto traffic
(http://livablecity.org/pipermail/news_livablecity.org/2005q1/000055.html).
This Thursday, ISCOTT will consider DPT's proposal to remove 4 more double
turn lanes and this Committee needs to hear that you believe pedestrian and
bicyclist safety should always be a higher priority than potential concerns
about adding a few seconds of travel delay for drivers.

TAKE ACTION:
- E-MAIL DPT c/o Ricardo Olea (mailto:ricardo.olea@sfgov.org) and ISCOTT c/o
Conrado Magat (mailto:Conrado.Magat@sfgov.org) and let them know you support
DPT's efforts to remove dangerous and unneeded double turn lanes. Sample
language is below:

"I am writing in support of DPT's proposal to remove double turn lanes at
the following locations:

* Beale and Mission Streets (Agenda Item #2)
* California and Kearny Streets (Agenda Item #3)
* Bush and Kearny Streets (Agenda Item #4)
* Battery and Clay Streets (Agenda Item #5)

I believe that ensuring the safety of San Francisco's pedestrians and
bicyclists should always be a higher priority than concern about adding a
few seconds of travel delay for drivers. Double turn lanes are known by
transportation professionals to be dangerous and should only be used when
they are absolutely necessary to prevent significant auto traffic congestion
from occurring on a regular and ongoing basis.

To allow double turn lanes to remain in place simply to reduce delay for
motorists by a few seconds is both inhumane and negligent, is a violation of
the City’s Transit-First Policy, and would seem to expose the city to
substantial liability. I encourage you to step up this effort to improve
pedestrian and bicyclist safety by bringing forward all the unneeded double
turn lanes throughout the City for removal."

- ATTEND the ISCOTT hearing in person this Thursday, 3/10, 25 Van Ness Ave.,
Suite 345, 3rd Floor Conference Room.

Deer me!

After almost three months of not cycling in to the office, I finally got off my duff and into the saddle this morning. Spectacular! I even saw deer frolicking in the meadow. How bucolic.

Six hits of sunshine

the LA Weekly has an article on the Orange County Museum of Art's display of "Beautiful Losers: Contemporary Art and Street Culture," which is more than paintings on skateboard decks.