Thursday, May 26, 2011

DFW - DeLillo Correspondence

As some of you might know, I'm trying to get hands on the letters of correspondence between David Foster Wallace and Don DeLillo. I know where they are. But I need some help to lay my eyes and soul on them. In the wake of the opening of the DFW Archive at the Harry Ransom Center at the UT, Austin, pictures of some of the DFW material circulate the net, the internet, that is, but unfortunately the number of links to websites that present them is far greater than the actual # of photographies of that stuff, meaning, they show all pretty much the same stuff. Ransom Center has also a nice digitalized thingy up that shows various steps of what became §9 of The Pale King from first draft to final black-ink-on-white-page-in-buyable-book-draft. A LOT of it is already linklisted over on The Howling Fantods's news by category list titled DFW Archive. This is also by far the most comprehensive website considering DFW. Has also a nice list of conference and master theses papers on DFW up there and so on.

But it is pretty hard to find actual copies of the letters of correspondence between DeLillo and Foster Wallace. This might be because of legal-copyright-stuff-reasons. For what I know the Ransom Center offers to make copies (putting their watermark on them) for money and just demand that whoever wants to publish some of the material make a kind of legal or heritage disclaimer that very clearly states where that material comes from, i.e. the Harry Ransom Center in Austin, Texas. So that shouldn't be the problem, if I'm right about this, which I'm of course not quite sure of. And the whole thing is much more non-comprehensive for me, because the letters of correspondence between David Foster Wallace and Don DeLillo are not even part of the newly opened DFW archive, but they are part of the DeLillo archive, which was acquired in 2004. So lots of people had lots of time to get their hands on them even before DFWs death in 2008 and, consequently, the acquisition of the Foster Wallace material a year later.
However, the letters range from the very first letter in 1992 to 2003. And that's not because they stopped writing each other, but of course because the DeLillo archive, acquired in - see above - 2004, stops in 2003. And just if you're wondering about this: Yes, Don DeLillo is still among the living.

Really the only digitalized letters I could find are those linked below, including the above mentioned very first letter DFW ever wrote to DeLillo.

So: if you are in possession of (il)legal digital (or hard) copies of any of those letters of correspondence between David Foster Wallace and Don DeLillo or if you live in Austin, Texas or elsewhere but would be willing to visit the Ransom Center or if you are an employee of or employer at the aforementioned Harry Ransom Center at the University of Texas in Austin, Texas and are willing to make copies of those letters whether legally or illegally and are willing to send them to me via electronic means or quaint ones or if you happen to know anyone in possession of some of those letters and you are able to persuade him/her that it is necessary to make them available to me or otherwise just rob him/her w/r/t the letters/copies so please do by all means all that is necessary to achieve that goal because your moral and spiritual integrity is on the line, even if you feel that you do not know me and have no possible obligation w/r/t the person that constitutes myself, the fact that you chose not to do something about this situation will nag at your consciousness day in day out until finally, eventually, your self-centered self will turn into a self-devouring self and there will be tics and symptoms, physically and mentally, to go with the self-devouring that will make you wish you had done something about my longing, my desire and despair, earlier, in order to keep your normal happy life from turning itself into a permanent state of desperate desirical self-hatred and mourning for lost opportunities like this one to make your personal life and life in general a better place to dwell while time passes relentlessly until the very end and makes you want to wish you had - as mentioned above - given me and the world what I wanted, namely some possibility to lay my eyes and soul onto some of the letters of correspondence between the late David Foster Wallace and the still-among-the-living (as far as my knowledge goes) Don DeLillo and if you do claim you know not where they are, they are right there at the Harry Ransom Center of the UT in Austin, Texas, right there in the DeLillo archive, Series II. Correspondence, Subseries A. Alphabetical Files, Individual correspondents, Wallace, David Foster, with replies from DeLillo,1992-2003, n.d., Container 101.10 or box 101, folder 10.

The letters I tracked down so far
  • In a pdf from kottke.org including the very first from Wallace, dated 11 June 1992 and one by DeLillo dated Feb 5, 1997: here
  • Ellis from It's A Livre Life visited the Ransom Center in February 2011 and put these fragments up (on what would have been Wallace's 49th birthday, actually) and a little later a full letter by DFW dated 10-10-95

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

Cannes Update - The Tree of Life - Melancholia

Despite the bad critics and some booing from... blablabla. The Tree of Life went on to win Cannes' Palm d'Or. This is then Malick's second win at Cannes after 1979s Best Director award for Days of Heaven, which also won the Oscar for Best Cinematography, that is, the cinematographer did, Néstor Almendros. June 16, keep in mind.

After Lars Von Trier was declared persona non grata in Cannes for committing the crime of babbling about Hitler and Speer and the bunker and his joking about being a Nazi in this press conference, Kirsten Dunst nevertheless went on to win the award for Best Actress for von Trier's Melancholia, which will succeed The Tree of Life, after June 16, as the film I'm anticipating most. What Bret Easton Ellis has to say about the whole thing:
Kirsten Dunst looked a lot sadder when I ran out of coke at an Oscar party 5 years ago than at the Von Trier press conference at Cannes...

Monday, May 23, 2011

Hanna's Silent 3Dimensional Clueless Vamp-Hill-Adventure

IMDB is a great source of joy. Especially if you stumble upon something that interests you in such a way that minutes, hours, whole lifetimes seem to have passed in a couple of seconds. Actually it's just your attention span on digital speed leaving you with bloodshot eyes and a feeling of loss and wasted time that makes you want to kill yourself. But sometimes psychological backlash is not so severe and kills less of your brain-cells than you think (but still more than you wish for).

In this case of utterly useless information-spreading I want to direct your attention unto some upcoming films that might interest you. One of them is HANNA. I've seen it in a Sneak Preview two weeks ago. Scheduled for May 26 in Germany this is one of the weirdest films I've ever seen. It surprised me a lot. If you get the chance to see it OV, do it. Because Eric Bana has the most perfect German accent and a lot of the other actors have really bad ones, including the psychotic Reeperbahn-club owner slash assassin, which makes him an even more psychotic person. He whistles his own tune, too. I'm pretty sure this movie won't do well with Box Office #s but will gain some scholarly attention. Really worth watching, trust me.



The other big news is that Silent Hill: Revelation 3D started filming a couple weeks ago. I got tricked by a really good looking fan-trailer that is right here:




The 2nd movie-adaptation of the Silent Hill video game series seems to deal primarily with Heather and the storyline of Silent Hill 3. Just let's hope that director Michael J. Bassett does this one as well as Christophe Gans did with the previous adaptation, still one of the best videogame adaptations out there. And it makes so much sense to shoot it in 3D, too, with all the oblique camera angles and shifting of worlds/consciousness. I'm really looking forward to that one, scheduled somewhen in 2012 and having Malcolm McDowell (Clockwork Orange) on board.

Also with Malcolm McDowell on board is Amy Heckerling's Vamps, which marks her second collaboration with Alicia Silverstone as female lead, after 1995s Clueless. Richard Lewis and Sigourney Weaver also join this Vampire RomCom. Not much more information about this one, though.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Terrence Malick - The Tree Of Life Countdown

Despite the bad critics and some booing from the Cannes premiere crowd two days ago this is the film I anticipate the most right now. It might also be the answer to all of Conor's questions asked two posts ago. This is also supposed to be the film why Malick disappeared for 20 years between Days of Heaven and The Thin Red Line, not being able to pull off this major achievement then. Another 13 years and The New World have passed, making it the Son of God's lifetime for this movie to be in production. Since you can't enlarge (or I don't seem to be able to enable that function) the YouTube window from here, click on it again after you hit the play button to get to the YouTube site to, because that's what this sentence is all about, enlarge the trailer to full size. You don't want to have it otherwise, trust me. Or just click on this link to get there directly. Just found another clip here.


5 films in 40 years and every one considered a masterpiece. Interesting enough that imdb lists yet another Malick film as being in post-production already. Spotting Ben Affleck in the cast, I really don't know what to think of that. Wikipedia lists it as The Burial and I do nothing but hope that Malick doesn't bury his talents and integrity for good with this one. In the meantime (The Tree of Life opens June 16 in Germany) I'm watching Malick's acknowledged masterpieces in chronological order. And you definitely should do that, too.
The German DVD of at least Badlands has shitty picture quality. Really shitty, that is. You should try to get hands on some HD and Criterion Collection editions of these films.

    Wednesday, May 11, 2011

    am i going to die? like this?




    The fake VW ad above is National Lampoon's take on the Chappaquiddick incident and gained them a costly lawsuit. What had happened? Just two days before Neil Armstrong got to utter his famous sentence (did he have a ghostwriter?) Massachusetts senator Ted Kennedy drunk-drove his Oldsmobile Delmont 88 from the small Dike Bridge on Chappaquiddick Island, which is located at the eastern end of Martha's Vinyard, into tide-swept Poucha Pond, leaving the scene afterward. And a young woman, Mary Jo Kopechne, trapped inside the car, on the passenger seat, struggling for two to four hours with her life, until she eventually probably not drowned, but suffocated, in the car. Am I going to die? - Like this?

    Joyce Carol Oates's 1992 Pulitzer Prize finalist novella Black Water zeroes in on this incident, again and again. And again. Her narrative is structured around the impact and the sinking - and the thinking (pardon this awful play on words) - of Kopechne, which is, due to the circumstances given, fragmented, repetetive, disbelieving, sensuous and haunting. I haven't finished it yet and do not have the proper words to tell you why of all things I wanted you to know about this, but this is a really good read, and not too long, too! And it also reminds me structurally of this other really great novella, or short-story, for that matter, Robert Coover's Spanking The Maid, although Coover does not write about shock and trauma but excruciatingly masochistic manners and the beauty of language that rises from that. In fact, it is about nothing but the excruciatingly masochistic process of producing beautiful language. You should check that out, too. Plus, it is really nice to have it lying around, cover up, that is.

    To come full circle (with lots of tiny bits and huge circly-segments missing) with the title and the opening picture, I can not finish this post without showing you this National Lampoon cover from the January 1973 issue. And I do so, because it is also excruciatingly beautiful. At least as much as my writing is excruciatingly excrutiating.

    Saturday, May 07, 2011

    is it true what they say about the son of god

     

    The song I'm listening to most for about a week now. Actually there might have been no other: Bright Eyes "Don't Know When But A Day Is Gonna Come"

    Listen closely to the lyrics, very closely. And to Conor's voice. And the guitar. And the amazing base line. And how the song develops and unfolds. Listen closely to the beautiful lines and how Conor's voice gets ugly, spitting and spraying when he sings about the love of his friends. And note that the only love that could possibly reach him through this ugly voice is that of true friends or of a mother - like they say of ugly faces. And note how the song shifts from all his bearings into the desperate rage of uncertainty. Note the drums and the urgency that sets in and how it builds up to the breaking of Conor's voice and the second hit of the orchestra, just to calm down a little, fall down in the dying trumpets (are those trumpets?) and how everything rises again driven by Conor's desperate, helplessly imploring, rock-bottom cry for meaning into the last and final - finally - staggeringly engulfing full hit of the orchestra and the tragedy of all this because there is no meaning. There is no truth.

    Last tickets for the sold-out show in Cologne, E-Werk, June 21 8pm