Assorted Nonsense

Apparently this Young Adult author (I mean, author of Young Adult books as opposed to a young adult, although he could well be young) is someone to be watched. 

Writing this post just to remind myself to pick up some Arthur Slade…

Here’s a quick post while eating a bagel. Cause you gotta squeeze these posts in whenever you can.

Adding a new link to my blogroll: Eric Orchard. He just won a big award, so as an added bonus he gets a mention in my blog. (Here’s hoping it doesn’t go to his head…)

I just completed the final draft of Chapter Fifteen of the Great Canadian Novel. That brings me to page 255, I believe. I keep reading other novels that finish around 212, or 220, or even (heaven forbid) 217. That’s like 60,000 words. (I’m up to about 74,000, I think.) It kind of ticks me off. Where do they get off getting to write such flimsy novels, and I have to write this big honking one? Oh yeah, because they planned short ones and I decided on a longer one, that’s why. Dammit. Doesn’t make me feel any better. I bet we get paid the same. Um, if at all…

(My wife is bugging me because I’m writing this post while eating a bagel. “You probably have crumbs all in the keyboard because you’re eating a bagel while you’re typing.” Well, the post isn’t called “While Eating a Bagel” for nothing. She’s just trying to be helpful. It would not be good to have a crummy keyboard.)

Chapter fifteen was tough. It was probably the second toughest chapter to write so far. Not including the first three chapters, which were really tough. And the fourth, I had a devil of a time with that one.

Anyway, there was all this subtext going on in chapter fifteen which was difficult to insert in an organic fashion. I must have rewritten certain paragraphs dozens of times. Which probably isn’t the way you’re supposed to write; probably you’re supposed to just write to the end, then come back and write to the end again, ad nauseum. But heck, if that’s the way I wrote then this novel would probably already be finished, and where’s the fun in that? What’s that? I could be on my twentieth novel by now if I wrote the thing properly, in a professional manner?

Well, if I was a professional I probably wouldn’t be typing this post while eating a bagel now, would I?

But my wife would be happy.

(Bloggers note: She actually is happy, it was just a casual remark on her part that I exaggerated slightly for dramatic effect… sorry wife.)

I think the thing I like best about the print media is the timely fashion in which they report the news…

Okay, that’s me being a smart ass, which usually gets me into trouble. I get that this article is not actually reporting Gary Gygax’s death, it’s a commentary on the life of the man.

But seven months after his passing?

Better late than never, I guess.

This painting is Santiago El Grande, by Salvador Dali. I love this painting. I first saw it when I visited a friend in Fredericton seventeen years ago. She took me to the Beaverbrook Art Gallery and when I first laid eyes on this painting I was blown away. You can see in the photo how big it is, and when I saw it up close I could not get over the at times almost photorealistic detail Dali managed to achieve. It was the first painting of its calibre I had ever seen.

Shortly afterward I travelled to Europe and visited the Louvre and the Musee D’Orsay, and several galleries in Florence Italy, and no painting in any of those places impressed me as much as Santiago El Grande. I bought a print of it and it hangs in my office at home. But the print is so small compared to the original that you can’t really get a sense of the painting’s majesty, or intricate detail.

I’m Fredericton right now, on a business trip. When I learned I would be going to Fredericton I knew that the one thing I had to do was see Santiago El Grande again. I hoped I would have time, and that the Gallery wouldn’t be too far from where I was staying. Turns out my hotel is the Beaverbrook Hotel… right next door to the Gallery! As soon as I checked in and deposited my bags in my room I hightailed it to the Gallery.

I had forgotten the layout of the Gallery, that you can see Santiago El Grande as soon as you step inside. There was only an hour left until close but I paid my eight bucks and went in. I spent about ten minutes staring at Santiago El Grande. As I approached the painting I overheard the final moment of a conversation another patron was having with a staff member about Dali. Once I finished admiring the painting on my own I approached the staff member and asked if he could tell me a bit about the painting.

“You’ll be sorry you asked,” he told me.

But I’m not at all sorry. It took him about fifteen minutes, but now I appreciate the painting even more. He pointed out many details that I had overlooked, such as the partial transparency of some of the figures, and how certain elements were foreshortened to give a three dimensional aspect if viewed from the right angle. He explained some of the history of the painting, how it came to be in Fredericton after the Catholic Church of Spain refused Dali’s offer of the painting. They weren’t refusing the painting so much as they were refusing the painter himself. After which Dali claims he had a dream that told him the painting belonged in a relatively obscure art gallery in Canada. And he told me much more.

Don’t pass through Fredericton without treating yourself to a glimpse of this fantastic work of art.

If I ever manage to cobble together some manner of art that’s even a thousandth as accomplished in my lifetime, I’ll be grateful.