Do I live inside a Raymond Carver short story yet?
>spend 5am-930am stocking shelves
>chat to coworkers in tiny lunchroom
>they talk about their dogs, their ill sisters, or another place going out of business and a friend loseing their job
>drive around in my grandpa's buick at night
>drink a can of strong beer by myself in a car in a parking lot
>go into library, guy singing to himself beside me, only discernable lyric is 'she's gone, she's gone'
>too poor to go anywhere
>don't really talk to anyone about anything much
>general feeling of unease
like a guy's wife tells him to move out, he lives in the top floor of a rented house. he finds the old land lady laying on the floor, in her room, but notices she is breathing so leaves her. he just drinks champagne for breakfast and always has the television, but not with any sound usually
or a guy gets laid off of his job, he gets dresssed everyday and lays on a couch all day watching television. his fridge breaks and his wife tries to cook everything
a recovering alcoholic lives alone in the house of another recovering alcoholic, he invites his estranged wife and she stays with him for the summer. he gets news he cant rent the houes anymore, the owner's daughter needs it. he has to move out and is seemingly terrified of that prospect
out of any author he seems to obfuscate the least and seems to have positively zero illusion in his writing, what are you going on about?
do you think his writing is exploitive b/c the characters r poor?
I didn't say his writing was exploitative, perhaps try reading the post next time before arriving at such a distorted conclusion. He is obfuscatory in a similar kind of way Hemingway tries and fails to be obfuscatory. He (or rather his pimp Gordon Lish) subscribe to the notion that the less one says directly about a story's theme, meaning or intended emotional effect the more worthwhile it is when that theme reveals itself to the reader, the more valuable its meaning is when it is grasped regardless, and the more genuine the reader's emotions are. This is all well and good but Carver, coddled and gelded by alcoholism and the life of a workshy prole, can communicate only a list of observations which, when delivered in a sequence one might patronize to call a story, either bores the type of people who live in these kind of places and to whom these stories may plausibly relate, and intrigues and depresses the kind of sheltered college-aged kid who believes reading literary fiction about the drudgery of working class life somehow relates to their own self-willed apathy and laziness. Ray-mond Car-ver. A nice name. Solid. Masculine. Well-proportioned. But alas a poor writer, lacking even enough confidence to stand by his writing when faced with an editor who wants to use his work to make a name for himself.
>I didn't say his writing was exploitative, perhaps try reading the post next time before arriving at such a distorted conclusion
That wasn't a conclusion it was a sentence you cock gobbler.
Not even that guy, but for someone so quick to draw the learn to read card you cant even understand punctuation.
Your post consists of "I don't like how he writes, and I don't like the type of people I think read him" in so(so) many word.
Good job billy. Gold star for participation.
The fact you feel the length of my post is worthy of ridicule or censure is only evidence of your own inability to parse information maturely. Try reading less Carver / Lish, you may feel less disinclined to read things more than 140 characters in length. I challenge you to point out what punctuation errors I have committed. Pitiful infant.
Are you ESL or just retarded? The length of your post was not attacked, rather the lack of substance for its length.
The latter you could surely achieve with only 5 characters I'm sure.
This guy's obviously imitating some continental philosopher and imagines he's the 'aristocracy of the mind'. I bet he fantasises about having a grand piano in his mom's basement where he could perform a quick yet graceful Wagner number after all the proles have gotten him down, then brush back his hair of the genius and straighten his frock (yes, he always wears a frock). But not really, he's just a neckbeard with an IQ of 105, like you or me.
nice. ray carver is in my top favorites.
somewhat but not as overt. his stories take place around kitchen tables, living rooms, beds, bars, and yards for the most part.
fuck off. his writing provides clarity and he uses words to take us beyond them to communicate what is otherwise difficult to say.
"his pimp Gordon lish"
actually Raymond carver hated how lish pared down his stories. personally, I prefer it versus "beginners" where you can see carver's work without the editing. but "pimp"....talking about obfuscation I wish you'd speak plainly instead of trying to look impressive by jerking yourself off itt.
>But alas a poor writer
alas???? and you say carver's a poor writer. this is where you came, right?