29 April 2013

The Gospel According to Klinkenborg

Verlyn Klinkenborg, Several short sentences about writing, writing books
I've been intently focused on writing tight sentences, the kind that bounce quarters straight into your shot glass. This micro level of writing often gets sacrificed in the effort to construct plot, put forth sweeping themes, bring characters to life, and convey opinion, philosophy, and mood. In this effort, my go-to guy has been Verlyn Klinkenborg and his remarkably deep and mildly acidic little book, Several short sentences about writing.

This weekend I flipped between Klinkenborg and Annie Proulx, whom I return to repeatedly because her prose makes me drool. The single act of reading 4 paragraphs from "Brokeback Mountain" can fuel me for days.

The pair have inspired me to take a cross-examiner's position with my sentences. Scrutinize each word like a potential juror. What is your role? Are you deletable? As Dr. K puts it, "Every word is optional until it proves to be essential." This is the kind of hard-core look at your prose that you can only take if you're willing to sacrifice any or all of the words you've just lovingly placed on the page. Fortunately I don't get attached.

Klinkenborg, who's taught writing at Sarah Lawrence, Columbia, and Harvard, also promotes the art of implication.

Know what each sentence says
What it doesn't say.
And what it implies.

He suggests writing short sentences with enough space between them "for the things words can't really say."

He adores short sentences. ("They may sound strange for a while until you can hear what they're capable of.") And sentences so strong they don't rely on surrounding sentences to give them meaning. This is true: when you've written a sentence strong enough to stand on its own two feet, you've written a good sentence.

While I've written my share of Henry Jamesian sentences, I'm becoming a convert to the art of diminution. (Which does not equal attenuation.) When I write shorter sentences,  my verbs must do more heavy lifting. And so they need to be real verbs, strong verbs, even athletic verbs. This means a vast reduction in any form of the verb "to be," which creates passivity. It also means fun trips to the thesaurus, to explore the thousands of verbs writers generally use too infrequently. And to have hushed, late-night conversations with Monsieur Roget about what exactly I'm trying to say.

"To make short sentences," Klinkenborg suggests, "you need to remove every unnecessary word." This fun exercise tends to make rambling, 35-page stories, such as the one on my desktop, considerably shorter. It's also the very fine-toothed comb that allows you to sit in front of your manuscript from 4 to 11 pm and not realize that it's gotten dark, the moon has risen, and you haven't eaten dinner.

I'm only 30 pages into this 204-page book. But every time I go back and review those pages, I see something fascinating in this densely packed volume, written in something like blank verse.

A few more quotes:

The purpose of a sentence is to say what it has to say, 
but also to be itself, 
Not merely a substrate for the extraction of meaning.

What if you value every one of a sentence's attributes and not merely its meaning?




The longer the sentence, the less it's able to imply,

And writing by implication should be one of your goals.


A single crowded sentence means giving up all the
possible relations
Among shorter sentences--the friction, the tension,
The static electricity that builds up between them.
A single crowded sentence has only itself to relate to,
Only an enervated communion among its parts.

Oh how I love the thought of those enervated sentences communing, like tired refugees at Ellis Island.

Nine out of ten people polled hated diagramming sentences in grade school. So to make a topic like sentence construction this palatable, you must be mad-skilled. I'm happy to have found a guide who encourages me to think freshly about something I've been doing for 40 years.

Verlyn Klinkenborg, writing books



31 March 2013


Ralph J. Cook
August 21, 1920-March 31, 2013
May you rest in peace, my wonderful, beloved uncle.
You will be so very missed by all of us.

07 March 2013

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18 February 2013

He's Wasted and He Can't Find His Way Home


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Beware of Mr. Baker: Ginger Baker Does Doc

If you took away his cane, drummer Ginger Baker would be any documentarian’s dream subject. Everyone who owns an old Blind Faith or Cream record has heard him tear it up. Mad as a hatter and feisty as hell, Baker has spent the last five decades embodying the cliché of e-z living as a rock star. (And the girls do indeed come easy, and the drugs do indeed come cheap.) Thing is, Baker did it long before it became cliched, in a style that yielded high drama and plenty of breakage. 

The bellicose beat-keeper became famous for scrapping with bandmates and pretty much anyone who crossed him, to the point that few would work with him, despite his prodigious talent. As archrival former bandmate Jack Bruce once put it, “It's a knife-edge thing between me and Ginger. Nowadays, we're happily co-existing in different continents... Although I was thinking of asking him to move. He's still a bit too close."

Daring novice filmmaker Jay Bulger not only braved interviewing the wild man for a month at Baker’s South African ranch, but also chatted with family and friends, most of whom confirm the dual-diagnosis of insanely talented and demonically mental. In phoenix-like fashion, he lost and regained fortunes—and wives, homes, and even countries—multiple times throughout his life.

Beware of Mr. Baker employs a perfect balance of music, talking heads, history, archival footage, and animated re-enactments that are deftly rendered and fun to watch. Bulger interviews a small army of rock and heavy metal musicians, including Clapton, Stewart Copeland, Mickey Hart, and John Lydon. It’s amusing to see and hear this parade of pancake-makeup-ed zombies, if only to confirm that livin' the life really does accelerate the aging process. The entire film compels watching, as Baker’s life story takes a number of unexpected twists and turns, some of which involve African stepchildren and a string of polo ponies.
Ginger Baker, Beware of Mr. Baker,
photo: Miller & Maclean
Through the mayhem, Baker’s lived a life driven by bile and gusto. And lots of pharmaceuticals. Having kicked smack about 29 times may explain why he’s perennially in a bit of a mood. But despite his compromised liver, many dub Baker the consummate musician. Though he considers himself a jazz drummer, he's also laid down a whole lotta rock and Afro beats, most notably with Fela Kuti. 

Bulger has managed to uncover plenty of dirt from and about the madcap redhead, who’s now 73, half-deaf, propped up on pills, and living in South Africa with wife #4, a 28-year-old Zimbabwean hooker-turned-Internet bride. 

As a former rock critic, I’ve seen just about all the rock docs out there. This one stands as one of the best of 2012.

I’d also suggest Netflixing Benjamin Smoke, The Devil and Daniel Johnston, and Tom Dowd and the Language of Music.

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