Thursday, October 23, 2014

We live in extraordinary times: on the one hand, technologies of all sorts – biological, robotic, digital – are being invented and perfected by the minute, and many feats that would once have been considered impossible or magical are being performed. On the other hand, we are destroying our biological home at breathtaking speed: if we kill the sea it’s game over for us as a species, since the sea produces 60-80% of the oxygen we breathe. On the third hand (for there’s always a hidden hand), the democratic form of government we have extolled and promoted in the West for centuries is being undermined from within by super-surveillance technologies and the power of corporate money. When 1% of the population controls over 80% of the wealth, you have a top-heavy social pyramid that’s inherently unstable.

This is the world we already live in. The MaddAddam trilogy builds it out a little further, and then explores it.

We already have the tools to create the MaddAddam world. But will we use them?

- Margaret Atwood

more TSCC S2 thoughts (from an email to T)

- Wow that was a string of half-a-dozen or so limp eps
("Complications"--"Earthlings Welcome Here"). I give it a bye because
it is the Show of My Heart and already dead (SOB) and the first
eighteen or so in a row were all a string of fucking jewels, but

- I do not believe for one second that Cameron takes off ALL NIGHT
from her charges to research ....what? in a library. She has the
internet, for God's sake. Or she can just sit around reading the
dictionary and the Bible and John Grisham or whatever leftover books
are in that rented house. The cancer survivor librarian was cute, but
do we ever see him again? noooo. That was pure filler. (The at-rest
Terminator in his 20s clothes complete with tommy gun WALLED UP IN THE
BUILDING was also hilarious, sorry. Nobody during the retrofitting and
renovation went "Hey, there's a killer robot in here with an antique
machine gun"?).

- That might have been one of the most respectful treatments of a
transsexual I've ever seen on network TV, which was pretty great, but
sadly that was buried in a LAME story. I hate all the alien three-dots
"it was a dream" crap, it seems right out of the X-Files and not in
keeping with this show. (And of course she died! BOO. Like the black
hypnotist, and several eps ago the black therapist, dying too. Show,
you usually do so much better than that.)

- I didn't like Jesse much until Derek's backstory ep with the plague
(which was better, but still....kinda laboured) and then it was
interesting! Supply run from Perth to LA on a nuclear sub with a robot
commander! She said "it'll be apples"! Derek didn't tell us his
suicidal moment was caused by seeing a pregnant mother and her kids
dead because of a plague, GOD, the guy never tells everything to
anyone. Underlines once again how fragile human life is, even when the
machines aren't stomping it under their steel-skeleton'd feet. I like
Lauren, are we going to see her again? Noooo. Maybe some of this is
setup for the third-season-that-never-was, but show is casting its net
way too wide right now, it feels like there are too many one-offs and
dangling threads.

- I didn't like Riley much either until her little backstory ep, and
then oh God, poor girl. However this ep also burnt up all the goodwill
I now had toward Jesse. Poor Riley, she's such a pawn, and nobody cares
about her at all, except maybe John. And with John most of that is
probably hormones. Once again the show about killer robots makes
near-poetry out of the most mundane human things: one girl brushing
another's hair, the wrong nail polish colour, someone sitting on a _bed._ That actress
practically brought tears to my eyes and she didn't even get any dialogue
to do it with either. (Cameron is also hilarious: "beep beep compute
YOU'VE BEEN WITH RILEY." Worst little sister ever. And does the star
tat mean something? It should....)

- The actor who got stuck playing an expressionless serial killer
robot and is now stuck playing an expressionless innocent AI is doing
a great job of actually differentiating between them somehow. I didn't
like how it "killed" the therapist, tho, and I really don't like how
Ellison is supposed to program it from the Bible? or something. I
can't wait to see possible Oedipal drama between John Henry and Mama

-- If I sound grumpy or overly critical it's only because the first
season and a half was so absolutely amazing. That was some of the best
TV I've ever seen.

from an email to R. (TSCC S2)

I thought I had already blogged this about Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles. Whoops! I guess not.


S2 E1-2!!

- That is one bam-slam opening. Everything goes to hell, that's just
the recap, then it goes to hell _again_ and that's before the main
credits. They almost overdid it with _two_ car crashes, but it
emphasizes how fragile John and Sarah really are, they're not
superheroes, and how much protection they need.

- SUMMER. Man she's just fantastic. The whole "I love you" bit was
just agonizing, you couldn't know whether or not it was a trick and it
reminded me a lot of HAL in 2001 and also A.I.: the machine begging
for its life, aping human behaviour so well that it's a question of
whether it's still a machine at all. But of course she is. And she was
so threatening! and she's so itty! So much of her performance is her
body language, the way she chooses to move and hold herself and even
just look at people. And Cameron is still really unfathomable, as much
of a mystery as any person is.

- ELLISON. I love Lena and Summer and the rest, but Richard T. Jones
is just so amazing. He has great dignity, but also that nasty
understated ironic humour, and I like that he's religious without
being a jerkball about it, and when he recited the Pale Rider bit the
hairs on the back of my neck stood up. All the actors/writers rave
about him in the commentaries, and you can see why. He just brings it
to a whole new level. I wish he had more scenes, and more scenes with
Lena, too.

- All the callbacks to the movies were so great -- Shirley's killer
finger, "call to him," the way they use LA as a background. This is a
show that actually uses its urban setting. Power plants! traffic
controls! City Hall! Emphasizing this is a network, a civilization,
and how fragile _that_ is, too -- we're always getting Derek's
perspective on how everything went to shit.

- I didn't like him at first -- well, more the character -- but Dean
Winters won my heart. Even if I think he's lying to his wife about not
loving Sarah. It would be hilarious if the wife finishes him off, not
the killer robots, and who could blame her?

- They didn't kill the priest! They didn't kill the little Latino
family! Once again the show is about human life, preserving it, the
actual sanctity -- which sounds soppy but they did it just right.
THERE ARE LATINO PEOPLE IN LA! Who would've thought. Even if they
didn't get any lines. (The way the white actors/director/writer kept
referring to that Hispanic girl in the S1 finale commentary as "the
chola" pissed me off so much I screamed at the TV set and dubbed her

- It is my headcanon that in the premiere John killed wossname to
protect Sarah and it was his first kill and his first time seeing her
totally helpless and dependent on _him._ (NB: I wrote this before the show 
made it clear John did kill him.) And what really fucks him up
is his realization that his plea in S1, for her to save him and kill
the monsters and give him a normal life like all any parent ever wants
to give their child, is impossible, as it is for any parent. She can't
save him, nobody can. He now has a giant case of PTSD. (It's kind of
hilarious that he cuts his hair, it is such a female "I'm gonna butch
up" thing. But it's also putting away childish things, a kind of
self-harm, a military induction, Army of One. He also looks a _lot_
more like Derek.)

Otherwise, the way he acts makes NO SENSE. (See above note.) It doesn't make sense how
totally guilty and hovering Sarah is, and it makes no sense how he
absolutely stone cold refuses to put down Cameron, betrays the humans
and PULLS A GUN _ON HIS MOTHER._ (I think they resolved that last
horror a little too fast.) Hasn't he seen her kill people before, or
at least he knows that she's done it? Sarah seems both terrified of and for her son now,
Derek kind of grimly approving. (And then also a bit terrified.) That
reading also makes sense of "you should go to school," because
otherwise WHY WOULD SHE SAY THAT, and how alienated and angry and
depressed he is there now. Sarah's going to desperately try to rescue
his normalcy, his humanity, but John is on the verge of tossing all
that away, because he thinks it's already gone and there's no getting
it back. There was that shot deliberately ranging him with Cameron
across her would-be funeral pyre from the humans, his mother and two
surrogate fathers, and that had to have sent a chill up Derek's spine,
because that's how it was in the future. The one they're trying to
prevent. Cameron was John's shield, his messenger, his buffer from the
actual people around him.

(And speaking of the future, they never explained either Derek's visit
with future John, or the Chopin music that plays when Derek's tortured
AND that Cameron dances to. Does that come up later?).

- I actually kind of miss the voiceovers. I hate the new credits and
how they explain everyone like it's a fucking NFL lineup.
(Thankfully those went away pretty quickly.) I guess that
might partly have been caused by the "what is this anyway" fallout
from the writer's strike and the typical Hollywood producer mania to
overexplain everything, but blah. The voiceovers were a great callback
to the movie and to classic LA noir, and they also let you inside
Sarah's character more -- Lena is playing it very blunt and stoic, and
she's a great actress (and still emotes, as in the scenes with John),
but without that glimpse into her head she's too opaque and flat. Yeah
the voiceovers were too long and not voice-directed that well and
often florid, but hell, SO WERE THE ONES ON THE X-FILES.

- T didn't really notice the voiceovers were gone and didn't miss them
that much. Heh.

- Wow, John is now an asshole. Derek is also kind of an asshole, but
he has terrible childhood PTSD and....well so does John now too. Well,
I find Derek hot, and John is still kind of a baby. But rapidly
growing out of that. It's like he's going to have to choose, be like
Sarah, or be like Derek -- preserve life, at terrible risk, or kill
and be dead inside, like Derek, like a machine. Trust, or betray.
Derek as the surrogate adult John/Kyle figure is great, tough and
macho and really, really fucked up. They're really questioning a lot
of the action-movie ethos through him, and it's pretty subtle.

- Wow, Riley-the-character is a terrible actress. (I like the actress
herself, she's v cute and appealing yet vulnerable with a little bit
of weirdness.) She might be ditzy enough as a person to get away with
just walking up to him and demanding money, but she doesn't _know_ him
at all. YES, John, why is this cute hot blonde coming on to you? WHAT
AND WHY DID YOU TELL HER THE CODE? Of course it's fitting in now with
John-2.0-the-asshole, but....erk. Both T and I also thought there was a missing scene in
between the morning-after scene (a sex scene??) because otherwise,
Mama Lion goes from "who the fuck is this" to "yeah she can stay in my
house"? Where are Riley's parents? John is making a point of not being
suspicious of her, "this is my life and these are my choices, fuck you
Mom and my guardian angel robot," but I can't think Sarah and Cameron
would be so blase. Riley popping up and getting attached to John and
having no fucking background would be a red flag.

- T pegged Shirley Manson as a robot within about five seconds of
first seeing her, heh.

- That Biblical robot. 0.0

- The Silkwood bits with Sarah were upsetting, partly because it was
typical Hollywood woman-in-jep (naked, wet, not in control of her
body, being fucked with by men -- blech) but also because it rams home
_again_ how fragile human life is, how fragile she is, how we've built
up this whole world -- nuclear power, AI, weaponizing everything -- we
can't control. Skynet wanted to control us, to get the goddamn
unpredictable humans out of the equation, solve for zero. If zero is a
smoking postapocalyptic ruin, OH WELL. But we're doing pretty well
getting there all by ourselves. It was surprisingly awful when that
cancer survivor who liked Sarah was killed, and when the asshole power
plant boss just messed with her. Both actors sold their parts really
well -- all the acting in the series, even the "bit" parts, is just

- Lena does a really great job of fitting Sarah in as a civilian and
being a little bitter about her wasted life -- "computer courses"
(HAHAHAHA), waitressing for years and years, being stuck as a temp
janitor, that heartbreaking line about forgetting what she wanted to
be from S1 when she was talking with Andy. I wish we saw a little more
of that. But just seeing it at all is great. The show keeps bringing
us back to "ordinary people," the Latino priest, the guy with a
conscience at the plant, the kids playing in the park (who turn out to
be the Not-Dad 1 and Not-Dad 2). Because that's what's
really at stake. Life, "just" ordinary life, the fight to save it in the
future against the machines, the fight to save it in the present
because fighting the battle itself turns you into a battle robot.

Wednesday, October 22, 2014


Every day this week I have woken up and thought "There is a new Sleater-Kinney album," and it has just made me so fucking happy.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

"We're Back!"

You brought us back. Every tweet, every message, every photo of your tattoo, every show we did together and every time you sang along to the lyrics brought us back. You didn't forget us, and we didn't forget that we have the most incredible fans, ever. We decided to bring you something for our next get-together, and so we wrote No Cities To Love in our basements, living rooms, and practice spaces. We recorded it last winter with John Goodmanson, and we are really excited for you to hear it. 

Well, that is the first time a mailing list update has ever made me sob in front of my laptop like a little baby.

Monday, October 20, 2014


quick note on Sarah Connor Chronicles

Wow, "Goodbye to All That" was one of the most heartbreaking episodes of anything I've ever seen on television, and this is a show about fucking killer robots for Christ's sake. The acting, the writing, the directing -- everything. They also solved the Voiceover Problem, HEARTBREAKINGLY, by having Wee!Martin and Sarah read aloud from the Oz book. That was brilliant.

This ep also really confirms my feeling that the show is actually critiquing, if not downright deconstructing, a lot of the action-movie myths and cliches -- not just Derek's brutal detailing of Kyle carrying the wounded soldier for six hours (Brian Austin Green is shattering in this ep), but his story about the deer, Martin's future death, "We all die for you" -- and the counterpoint of Sarah reading the storybook to the child she's trying to protect. And the title from Robert Graves's memoir -- well, that's just perfect.

I wasn't as crazy about "The Tower is Tall but the Fall is Short," i.e. "Everybody Goes to Therapy," but Thomas Dekker is quite as heartbreaking as Green was in the previous ep. (And wait, is the show now saying that John did kill the guy in the finale, not Sarah? Because that actually does work.) But my girl Shirl totally redeemed herself from the uneasiness I was feeling about her rather stiff performance (I know, I know, she's supposed to be stiff, but at times it seemed to be tipping over from "deliberate" into "non-actor freezing up") with just two fucking words: "Cow's blood." Oh, we howled. People who think this show is grim and humourless just don't fucking get it.

(Come to think of it, I've seen Shirley Manson in taped interviews where she was bubbly and charming and very warm, so I think, rather like Lena Headey, she's playing stiff and stoic against type -- which interests me because I wonder how much I'm projecting my own cultural bias about women, especially mothers, here. The men are the ones emoting and falling down and barely keeping up, the women are the ones gritting their teeth and just keeping on fucking going.)

the enchanted world

Just scored three of these (Spells and Bindings, Ghosts, and Water Spirits) at Twice Sold Tales the other night for less than $20 total (Happy Hour!). I used to have more of them, from when I was a kid, but had to sell them in one of the two Great Book Purges when I had to sell about 1/3 of my library after grad school left me poverty-stricken and broken. NOT THAT I'M BITTER Anyway! It's nice to have even a couple of them again. They smell pleasantly musty.

no cities to love

so I wrote a thing = I lack the personal integrity to identify a piece of work as my own in public without resorting to a mewling, pathetic, false dissociation

this is everything = this is one thing, maybe two things at best

I feel betrayed = someone who normally agrees with me disagrees with me

my spirit animal = here’s something I like; I am not familiar with what a spirit animal is or does

MT = want to make sure I get involved in this conversation somehow

#truedetectiveseason2 = I too long for human companionship

my body is ready = my body is almost certainly not ready

Mallory Ortberg gives me the pip now most days (it's the Sady Doyle Phenomenon of not knowing how to handle sudden unrelenting internet fame) but this was pretty right on.

(but no, I'm not buying her damn book) (I am through buying books people have based on blogs) (because they ALWAYS FUCKING SUCK, that's fucking why)

we're wild and weary and we won't give in

I am NEVER getting over this



Friday, October 17, 2014

He narrowed his eyes. St. Aubyn’s movements have a bomb-disposal delicacy. He’ll brush the tips of two or three fingers against his lower lip for half a minute, or he’ll tilt his head slightly backward, as if in response to a tiny surprise. He is fifty-four and the father of two, and has the air of someone who is puzzled, and rather impressed, to find that he is not dead.

I have such a terrible litcrush on this man, it's not even funny. HEY TEDDY FORGET JERRY HALL CALL MEEEEEEE

'A Genderswitched Scandal in Bohemia'

To Shirley Holmes he is always the man. I have seldom heard her mention him under any other name. In her eyes he eclipses and predominates the whole of his sex. It was not that she felt any emotion akin to love for Ira Adler. All emotions, and that one particularly, were abhorrent to her cold, precise but admirably balanced mind. She was, I take it, the most perfect reasoning and observing machine that the world has seen, but as a lover she would have placed herself in a false position. She never spoke of the softer passions, save with a gibe and a sneer. They were admirable things for the observer – excellent for drawing the veil from women’s motives and actions. But for the trained reasoner to admit such intrusions into her own delicate and finely adjusted temperament was to introduce a distracting factor which might throw a doubt upon all her mental results. Grit in a sensitive instrument, or a crack in one of her own high-power lenses, would not be more disturbing than a strong emotion in a nature such as hers. And yet there was but one man to her, and that man was the late Ira Adler, of dubious and questionable memory.
 ....okay, that actually messed with my head.

Wednesday, October 15, 2014

Then what is good? The obsessive interest in human affairs, plus a certain amount of compassion and moral conviction, that first made the experience of living something that must be translated into pigment or music or bodily movement or poetry or prose or anything that’s dynamic and expressive—that’s what’s good for you if you’re at all serious in your aims. William Saroyan wrote a great play on this theme, that purity of heart is the one success worth having. “In the time of your life—live!” That time is short and it doesn’t return again. It is slipping away while I write this and while you read it, and the monosyllable of the clock is Loss, Loss, Loss, unless you devote your heart to its opposition.

- Tennessee Williams

Monday, October 13, 2014

Sunday, October 12, 2014

"Badly Chosen Lover," Rosemary Tonks

Criminal, you took a great piece of my life,
And you took it under false pretences,
That piece of time
– In the clear muscles of my brain
I have the lens and jug of it!
Books, thoughts, meals, days, and houses,
Half Europe, spent like a coarse banknote,
You took it — leaving mud and cabbage stumps.

And, Criminal, I damn you for it (very softly).
My spirit broke her fast on you. And, Turk,
You fed her with the breath of your neck
– In my brain’s clear retina
I have the stolen love-behaviour.
Your heart, greedy and tepid, brothel-meat,
Gulped it, like a flunkey with erotica.
And very softly, Criminal, I damn you for it.

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

books read in October 2014

Fiction is in red.

151. Notes from No Man's Land, Eula Biss (feel about this the way I did The Empathy Exams: good writer, wildly overhyped, needed an editor)
152. The 13th Boy: A Memoir of Education and Abuse, Stephen Fife
153. On Immunity: An Inoculation, Eula Biss (not great, but better than her first collection)
154. More Fool Me, Stephen Fry (endlessly witty and charming)
155. Paperweight, Stephen Fry
156. Stranger Here, Jen Larsen
157. Half-Assed, Jennette Fulda
158. Read My Hips, Kim Brittingham
159. Rooms, Lauren Oliver
160. The Complete Short Fiction, Oscar Wilde 

all 2014 booklist posts

Monday, September 29, 2014

Monday morning music mix

(Husband: "Your music taste is more catholic than the Pope." Heh.)

Frank Wilson - Do I Love You
Gloria Jones, Tainted Love (1964)
Duke Browner - Crying Over You (some GREAT dance footage here, including the famous synchronized clap "like a pistol shot")
Amy Winehouse - Rehab (Live on Jools Holland)
The Corries - Twa Corbies
Covenant - Bullet
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - O Children (Live)

"For dancers only":  
Russ Winstanley had only missed one of the Saturday all-nighters in the club’s eight year run, but still he didn’t feel like turning up when the farewell night finally arrived.
“It was the only night I never wanted to go,” he says. As the end approached, he played the three records that traditionally closed every all-nighter at the Wigan Casino, the ‘three before eight’: Jimmy Radcliffe’s ‘Long After Tonight Is All Over’, Tobi Legend’s ‘Time Will Pass You By’ and Dean Parrish’s ‘I’m On My Way’. “I played them, and then I played them again, because people were just handclapping to the beat when the records had finished,” says Russ, “I don’t know why, but I then played what has since become recognised as the best and most valuable Northern track ever, Frank Wilson’s ‘Do I Love You’. After that, people just sat down and cried their eyes out. It was absolutely awful.
“It’s funny isn’t it,” he adds, “the Cavern Club was demolished, the Hacienda was demolished, and the Wigan Casino was demolished. It seems to be like the most famous places aren’t there any more – and they never even built the new Civic Centre.”
Williams’s suicide demonstrates that none of us is immune. If you could be Robin Williams and still want to kill yourself, then all of us are prone to the same terrifying vulnerability. Most people imagine that resolving particular problems will make them happy. If only one had more money, or love, or success, then life would feel manageable. It can be devastating to realize the falseness of such tempered optimism. A great hope gets crushed every time someone reminds us that happiness can be neither assumed nor earned; that we are all prisoners of our own flawed brains; that the ultimate aloneness in each of us is, finally, inviolable.

- Anthony Lane

Time is like a bullet from behind / I run for cover just like you

Sunday, September 28, 2014

best place on earth

We didn’t have as much time as I wanted while we were in Powell’s (we never do), but I had a bit of a revelation while I was walking the aisles there. I love bookstores and libraries the way some people love the beach, or the mountains, or a museum. When I’m in a bookstore or library, I feel like the rest of the world doesn’t exist, that the only world that matters — well, worlds that matter — are contained within its walls, between the covers of the books that line the shelves. When I’m in a place like Powell’s, that has tons of used books that go back decades, I can find and hold and look at and lose myself in the covers and stories that remind me of my youth, and pretty much any time in my life that I care to touch again.

Stephen King says that writing is a form of time travel, and I’ll take that a step further: a bookstore or library is a portal to anywhere in the multiverse; it’s Sigil* made real.

I told Twitter that, while it’s convenient to order books online, going to a bookstore and finding a book is an experience. I love that experience, and I don’t want to live in a world without bookstores and libraries.

- Wil Wheaton

*I don't know wtf this is, but the kid can write, so I'm letting him have that one.

Monday, September 22, 2014

things that fuck me up

1982 was not 10 years ago

it was not 20 years ago

it was over 30 years ago

.....I'm going back to bed. 

Sunday, September 21, 2014

notes on Watchmen (2009) (yes I am always this behind on _all_ pop culture)

- Rorscharch is my favourite and he is perfect
- the Comedian is perfect and I hate him so we had to watch the part where he gets flung through the window several times
- that is still one of the best opening credit sequences ever, we also had to watch that part several times
- at first I thought Billy Crudup was a disaster as Dr Manhattan but he really won me over with his extended flashback....flashforward....flashthing, which is my favourite part in the book
- Is Matthew Goode attempting an Austrian accent? That is....unfortunate. Why does it keep flickering on and off, like a badly connected lightbulb?
- boy, women really have no agency in this, do they, other than fucking guys
- as usual, I adore Silhouette and want HER story. No dice, she's not driven by male agency. BYE, SILHOUETTE
- "this IS the American Dream!!!", this isn't heavy-handed at all
- first I thought Jeffrey Dean Morgan was Robert Downey Jr., then I thought he was Nicolas Cage. Whoops
- Nite Owl II looks to be about thirty
- I don't know the actors well enough to watch that sex scene
- I don't think the poor actors know themselves well enough to watch that sex scene
- Malin Åkerman could not give an impression of a block of wood if she were a tree. And why are the blondies getting bad dye jobs and all the brunette parts?
- Carla Gugino (who is a year YOUNGER than me) being required to say "I'm sixty-seven" really is one of the more striking examples of sexist ageism in modern film
- all the historical figures are completely unconvincing
- they kept all my favourite Rorscharch scenes so I honestly don't give a shit about much of anything else
- kept thinking Patrick Wilson was Eric Bana, then I thought he was Nicholas Hoult. Whoops no. Again.
- all you people bitching about how it was "too faithful and confined by the source" can go watch some OTHER FUCKING MOVIE, like The Dark Knight Begins His Past Future or another goddamn "reboot"
- I did actually sort of miss the giant mutant alien squid, but without the comic book interweaving through the story, it makes no sense. BUT the 9/11 references when Manhattan blows up were actually kind of really fucking upsetting.
- true to my perverse fannish nature, this was the faithful adaptation with changes everyone else hated (that second-week box office dropoff, ouch) which I adored because --
- Rorscharch is my favourite and he is perfect. The end.

No, really. See, everyone who always rags on me for being a perfectionist bitch? I'm just that easy to please.

Saturday, September 20, 2014

Carson took Latin in high school because it was the alternative to typing. Her Latin teacher was also conversant in ancient Greek, so Carson took Greek lessons in her lunch hour. "Greek is one of those things that, when you do it, you realise it's the best experience in the world, there's no reason ever to stop. It's just some amazing combination of the kind of puzzle-solving that goes into crosswords and amazing literature. You think, well, they're nerds, they were born that way. But they're not just nerds, they're all kinds of people who stumble into this happy field of endeavour and stay there." To her parents' alarm, she announced that she was going to pursue these two, entirely impractical dead languages at university. "My father kept telling me to get a marketable skill on the side. He suggested typing. He was worried for some time. And then I got a job at Princeton and he sort of calmed down."

If her study of Greek and Latin has affected her own writing style, Carson suspects it is to be found in the way she makes patterns between things. "There is something about the way that Greek poets, say Aeschylus, use metaphor that really attracts me. I don't think I can imitate it, but there's a density to it that I think I'm always trying to push towards in English. It's a kind of compacting of metaphor, without a concern for making sense ... it's just on the edge of sense and on the edge of the way language should operate."

The danger with this, and with Carson's writing, is that it drifts into whimsy or nonsense. "It does fall apart a lot. It gets just too weird for anyone to care about reading, or else it gets diluted into a sort of parody of itself. Intuition is the only way to keep on the line between them. And also focusing back on to the first time the idea came into your head has some kind of pristine conviction that it gradually loses." Carson returns to the actual piece of paper on which she wrote down the beginning of the idea, usually a coffee-stained back of an envelope. "Because there's something almost magically convincing about that piece of paper. The same words typed on a nice clean piece of paper wouldn't have whatever it is - fidelity, to your original thought."

- Grauniad profile, 2006
A wound gives off its own light
surgeons say
If all the lamps in this house
were turned out
you could dress this wound
by what shines from it.

- Anne Carson