Blurry Edges and Leaky Containers

THE CONTAINER

I recently purchased David Foster Wallace’s novel Infinite Jest. I’ve been a fan of Wallace’s writing for a few years, mostly his non-fiction essays1 yet up until now, I didn’t have the courage to take the plunge into his magnum opus. Infinite Jest is a big book—coming in at 1104 pages, the paperback is almost two-inches thick. According to Amazon, it weighs two and a half pounds.

A book of that size commands attention—both mentally and physically. It has a mass and a weight. It takes up precious space on my bookshelf. My bookmark taunts me, always reminding me how much farther I still have to read. It’s intimidating. But it’s also not unapproachable.

And when I do finally finish, there’s a feeling of accomplishment. That space on my shelf now serves as an award of sorts, a medal of honor reserved for those who complete these two and half pounds of words. The bookmark comes out knowing I have read it all. It’s finished.

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History Books

“Every new book I read comes to be a part of that overall and unitary book that is the sum of my readings. This does not come about without some effort: to compose that general book, each individual book must be transformed, enter into a relationship with the other books I have read previously, become their corollary or development or confutation or gloss or reference text.”

—Italo Calvino, If On A Winter’s Night a Traveler

I’m moving to Brooklyn next week so my current apartment is in various states of disarray—the living room is empty save for a few boxes; the kitchen is cleaned and organized, each utensil and gadget categorized and placed in its respective box to make the move easier; the bedroom looks sparse, every surfaced washed of its life. Every surface except for the bookshelf.

I’ve been saving the bookshelf for last. If it wasn’t for my collection of books, I wouldn’t have much to pack at all. Aside of general living expenses, most of my money goes towards books. When I moved to New York a year ago, I had to decide what I could bring with me to my new, smaller apartment. My books automatically made the cut. I wanted to be near them, surrounded by them.

And now it’s time to pack them again to move across the river.

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“My filmmaking education consisted of finding out what filmmakers I liked were watching, then seeing those films. I learned the technical stuff from books and magazines, and with the new technology you can watch entire movies accompanied by audio commentary from the director. You can learn more from John Sturges’ audio track on the ‘Bad Day at Black Rock’ laserdisc than you can in 20 years of film school. Film school is a complete con, because the information is there if you want it.”

Paul Thomas Anderson (via austinkleon)

I learned more about graphic design by finding out who inspired the designers I like or read the book they read. Then I found out who those designers looked to or what books they read and would keep going farther and farther back, spreading out the range of inspiration wider and wider. It’s now been years since I haven’t had a book to read.

The Consumption Beast

And then there is, of course, always, and inevitably, this spume of poetry that’s just blowing out of the sulphurous flue-holes of the earth. Just masses of poetry. It’s unstoppable, it’s uncorkable. There’s no way to make it end.

If we could just—just stop. For one year. If everybody could stop publishing their poems. No more. Stop it. Just— everyone. Every poet. Just stop.

—Nicholson Baker, The Anthologist

The consumption beast is hard to feed. It’s always hungry and there is never a shortage of food it can devour.

Sometimes I feel like I’m fighting a losing battle. The lists of books I want to read grows faster than the list of books I have read. The list of movies I want to see seems to never get shorter. Or all those television shows I said I wanted to start. Without even including my Instapaper articles or my daily blogs, I sometimes feel like I keep climbing and climbing but I’ll never make it to the top of this mountain. I’m weary.

It’s for the inspiration, right? That’s how I convince myself it is okay to watch one more episode or read one more chapter. We approach great works of art—whether that be books, movies, poetry, or even television—because we hope to find a little of ourselves in those stories, and in that, we can become better versions of ourselves. We sound more interesting at parties, we produce smarter work.

And maybe that’s the paradox of in it all: all this consuming, this quest for knowledge, to be smarter, better, more cultured actually takes us away from producing our own work. Isn’t that why we do it? Why read that book that will make me sound interesting at a party, if I’m not going to the party anyway?

But wouldn’t it be great? To have a moment to regroup and understand? Everybody would ask, Okie doke, what new poems am I going to read today? Sorry: none. There are no new poems. And so you’re thrown back onto what’s already there, and you look at what’s on your own shelves, that you bought maybe eight years ago, and you think, Have I really looked at this book? This book might have something to it. And it’s there, it’s been waiting and waiting. Without any demonstration or clamor. No squeaky wheel. It’s just been waiting.

If everybody was silent for a year—if we could just stop this endless forward stumbling progress—wouldn’t we all be better people? I think probably so. I think that the lack of poetry, the absence of poetry, the yearning to have something new, would be the best thing that could happen to our art. No poems for a solid year. Maybe two.If everybody was silent for a year—if we could just stop this endless forward stumbling progress—wouldn’t we all be better people? I think probably so. I think that the lack of poetry, the absence of poetry, the yearning to have something new, would be the best thing that could happen to our art. No poems for a solid year. Maybe two.

I’m still trying to figure out that balance. I tell myself I have a lifetime to acquire that knowledge I desire, to read those books and see those movies. What’s the rush, Jarrett? Why not spend some time creating something of your own, or returning to those stories that helped make you who you are?

Good art requires repeated visits. So even though there is a stack of books next to me waiting to be read and a long Netflix queue, tonight I just want to settle in with an old favorite.

I’ve wanted to add a library section of sorts to my website for some time now; a page where I could share books, videos, essays, and other references I’ve found to be influential in my life and work. I actually have a half-coded page sitting here on my computer that I started a few months ago but never got around to finishing.

Thankfully, the esteemed Rob Giampietro wanted to do a similar thing on his site so he and a partner built Otlet’s Shelf, a Tumblr theme and plugin that allows you to easily pull books from Amazon and display them elegantly on your Tumblr.  I realized this was exactly what I was looking for and the perfect solution to showcase some of my favorite books.

I spent some time customizing the Otlet’s Shelf template and added a few of my favorite books to make a new section of the site: the library.

Take a look and hopefully you’ll find a book or two that you find interesting. Since it’s all powered by Tumblr, you can follow along or subscribe to RSS. I hope to add books often.

I’ve wanted to add a library section of sorts to my website for some time now; a page where I could share books, videos, essays, and other references I’ve found to be influential in my life and work. I actually have a half-coded page sitting here on my computer that I started a few months ago but never got around to finishing.

Thankfully, the esteemed Rob Giampietro wanted to do a similar thing on his site so he and a partner built Otlet’s Shelf, a Tumblr theme and plugin that allows you to easily pull books from Amazon and display them elegantly on your Tumblr. I realized this was exactly what I was looking for and the perfect solution to showcase some of my favorite books.

I spent some time customizing the Otlet’s Shelf template and added a few of my favorite books to make a new section of the site: the library.

Take a look and hopefully you’ll find a book or two that you find interesting. Since it’s all powered by Tumblr, you can follow along or subscribe to RSS. I hope to add books often.

What Makes Good Technology?

I’ve had an iPad 2 for about a month now. It took everything in my bones to skip the first one and hold out for the second generation. It’s been everything I’d imagined and has changed the way I interact with technology in multiple ways. I’ve felt like I should write something about it for a while now but wasn’t sure how to say it. What was my angle? How can I say something that hasn’t already been said? So much has already been written about the iPad that I wasn’t sure I could contribute anything of value.

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“I read with continuous partial attention and I don’t care that I am frequently interrupting my own reading. I despise the discourse that says we are all shallow, that we are all flighty, distracted, not paying attention. I am paying attention, but I am paying attention to everything, and even if my knowledge is fragmented and hard to synthesise it is wider, and it plays in a vaster sphere, than any knowledge that has gone before.”

—James Bridle, Stop Lying About What You Do

I thoroughly enjoyed this entire piece.