Thrird World

I thought the entire third world was made out of mud. Damn, sorry for being such cynic. Anyway, are you still near Potosi, that hellish & huge mountain?

Got my letter in NRC- Sience & Education (W&O) this week-end: I reflect on Tijs Goldschmidt 's essay a week earlier, "The beauty of a girl". We all know how fatal beauty can be, sometimes. Yet those victims keep on getting younger & younger.

Tijs' other line of approach is the darwinistic scope of literary works: authors have to choose their sources carefully. In my stunning novel I refer to scientists like Ruysch, Darwin, Dawkins, Wilson & Blackledge, with the literary aid from Malaparte, Nabokov, Nin, Bukowski & Palahniuk. How nice the NRC- Science editor thought my letter was profound enough :)

Let me quote 'your' departed Norman Mailer: "Fuck sales, fuck nice reviews! All that counts is that You, the Artist, the Writer shows something that has never been done or said. It's all about taking a risk, with glory or scorn as only acceptable outcome." Hear hear, Norman.

I would say: If you want to show something that hasn't been showed, and it has to be pedophilic, show the child's side. But then again, L.P.Boon did this (in a way (menuet)), and Sabine D'Ardenne (or what's her name) as well, and that's only in Belgium on the top of my mind.

Oh, an overall doesn't suit you, I'd say, Mr. Arnon. May you still encounter Miss Tatasi.

@Victor
I only met one pedophile, when I was six, but he (an old man with a beard) was scared of me and chased me away. No book about that, ha , ha, ha. Maybe my friend was El Tio then. Make kind greetings to him, Arnon.

To Dens & Jan

Literature isn't about numbers, math is. 2 writers and 1 paedophile., so what.
I used to think literature was about "la concition humaine"and such. Still do, think, that...to be true.

So yes, we have childabuse and childporn ( more then one can imagine, goto http://www.congress.org/congressorg/bio/userletter/?id=10748&letter_id=1633101976 ) and sextourism, and penal codes, and psychology, and Nabokov's Lolita was a big girl compared to the ones today, and, fuck, what is painfull for you then?

Let me guess: your dentist.

Nabokov's Lolita was a reaction to E.A. Poe who married his 13-year old niece .

Victor Crebolder,

There are two things I don't understand. Where does your rage come from? And to whom is your rage directed?

These questions have been - sort of - raised already, but I didn't find the answers quite convincing.

I hope your motive is not to educate us in the perversity of child abuse. I'm pretty sure that, in general, you don't need to convince anyone of that. Even if so, I doubt that literature is the most effective way to accomplish that.

So you have a credibility problem, as I see it. The only way to accomplish what you want (and a way to regain your credibility) is to join one of those organizations you mentioned.

And another thing: Sure, there are enough writers that have had difficulty in publishing their work. Some of them became great writers later on. But to take that fact up as an argument to convince the public of your talent, is pretty weak and a sign of bad taste.

Villagers eyes

Are the eyes of the miners better developed than non-miners or do they know exactly where to walk and where not because the village is so small?

The lion's den

One needs guts to join in the forumdiscussion on the site of a writer of whom one wrote a couple of weeks ago:
"Fantoompijn is en blijft een vervelende aaneenschakeling van monologen, die het lezen er niet comfortabeler op maakt. Tirza heeft een nogal flinterdun verhaallijntje ( pa geilt na op zijn dode ranzige dochter), verpakt in 4honderdzoveel bladzijden pulp, rijkelijk gelardeerd met een ratjetoe aan pseudo-moderniteit. Hoe origineel, een Atta ten tonele op te voeren...Literatureluurs, zo heet dat spul! Dus eh, nee, ik ben niet blij met het formaat, de smaak, het merk en de voedingswaarde van het merk Grunberg".
(ref. "gerechtigheid, amen" in the forum on www.afth.nl). Victor Crebolder must be a brave man.

@Ron
A sad story but thanks. So now we all can see, besides paedophilic behaviour, how deep one can fall.

Dear and dumb Dutch bloggers Dens, Tjizke Ron & Jan:

D: do you really think Lolita was a reaction on the already very, very dead Edgar Allen Poe? Well, I don’t; the man loved girls. As did the very, very dead author of (Alice in) Wonderland. As, yes, as do I: I remember a Carnival where I was 23, and she 15; I recall a 4 year long relationship where she was 23 and I 35. Nevertheless, the novel Don’t show don’t tell is (also) a reaction on young girls (aged 10) coming down the Himalayan mountains ( Nepal) to become whores in India. They clime back up when they reach the age of 14, for being too old.

T: so you never had any compassion, so you missed all the papers? Google for the 1999 dismantled wonderland-site, search with “FBI”. Suppose I wrote: “let’s kill all the Chinese!” Does that make me a mass murderer? And no, I don’t have to convince anyone, for I know, point. Are you a professor, T: I bet you a fiver it is not in literature! Q: how many correct NP-winners do you have on your sleeve?

R: Thanks for the compliment. So what if I don't like his writing: is a blog nothing but a shrine for worship? I truly admire Arnon's writing, for I think he is one of those authors who dare to go beyond constricted boundaries (and, D&dDb, I don't mean his endless travels, for it seems I have to explain everything here; ). But indeed, for me he isn’t exactly a barrel of laughs. Celine, that’s the one, Nietzsche another: they are my beloved true & great cynics.

J: please, Jan, don’t start with: is your “paedophilic” novel a barrel of laughs: how dare you!”; (and yes, it has a few nice pointers)).

My question to all of you d&dDb bloggers: what do you read, exactly? More specific: do you read, period?

@ Victor
I assume your last question is rhetoric. Nobody on this site has read as much as you and nobody on this site knows anything about suffering, unless an occasional visit to the dentist. I have a feeling I can only be enlightened if I buy your book and read it carefully.
OK, the merit is yours, have a nice day and good sales.

Victor, in Lolita are several references to E.A.Poe or his writings (really, they go beyong 20 individual concepts/ideas/styles...). It doesn't matter if Poe had died so many years later. Shakespeare wrote sonnets who mocked Homer (was dead conciderably more years than Poe-Nabokov) or Petrach. If one write, one should know about the literary science, I think.

And as your last remark you write dear 'd&dDb blogger' while in your abbreviation the word 'bloggers' has been added (note the 'b').
I suggest: Think/rethink/research before you write

to Mr. Arnon

I'm sorry to co-contaminate your blog

co-contaminating Arnon’s blog: contaminating is the word!

Fist of all, mr Dens:

What the hell do you mean with “beyong”!? Let me take a wild guess: you meant, for one has to rethink & review blogs before pushing on those ADD-buttons, beyond…

“…if Poe died so many years later.” is another strange mistake. But I will be the first to admit the notion of ‘time’ is somewhat confusing and all those corresponding figures even more: 18something versus 19something, BC versus AD…

Then another blunder: “If one write” must be, come on, “if one writes”…

“About the literary science” sounds quite ramshackle: “(something) about literary science” will do…

Personally I don’t think my contributions on Arnon’s blog are co-contaminating whatsoever. OK, I slipped with that rather hilarious abbreviation. At least I try writing about literature in general and (the possible/plausible connections with) my own novel. Sue me for trying to be catchy, funny or downright cynical: no, of course the Third World isn’t entirely made out of mud; yes, the death toll of the immense Potosi silver mine resembles a lot with all the (not so) sudden deaths of those poor Jewish people (like most if not all grandparents of Arnon).

All you do is, well, what is it you do? I’ll bet you two fivers you are not some high flying professor at Harvard giving those Nabokov-Poe classes.

Victor

You sound like Rutgers little brother.
Is this really the right place to display your intellect?
It was getting so cosy here...

Yes, you are right, victor. Will you be my god? Teach me, please teach me. I'll do it naked if that's what you want, my teacher.

Maxi-cosy

Sorry, my dearest Margot, but I don’t have a clue who that little brother of that guy Rutger is. A writer: please give me his last name. Another dens headed blog head: who the *%$ cares! Funny thing, for now I recall someone yelling Rutger at me. Back then, way back then I had the looks of ‘our’ Dutch-American Rutger Hauer. Alas for that yeller I didn’t fancy that kind of male attention.

Dear Margot, I am not displaying my intellect. All I try to do is getting some blog-attention, like all of us here (and there;). But if you really want ‘cosy’, what about facebook.com, what about visiting a nice, smoke free pub, what about some really true friends: that is where we usually ‘go’ to find cosy. What, maxi-cosy!

You may say I come for therapy on occasion, but for attention?