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“Salinger” Documentary: First Theatrical Trailer

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If there’s one thing I hate, it’s Yahoo movies — which wouldn’t let me embed the video so now you have to click on this sorry screengrab.

The Weinstein Company has released the first theatrical — and I do mean theatrical — trailer for the upcoming documentary “Salinger.” The film is a project of Shane Salerno, who wrote “Armageddon” and rewrote the screenplay for “Alien vs. Predator,” among other projects.

Looks like he pulled in some heavy hitters to talk about the reclusive author.  Should be interesting. That’s all I’ll say. For now.

- Michael Moats

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The Catcher in the Rye Turns 61

The Real Holden Caulfield

Today is the 61st anniversary of J.D. Salinger’s The Catcher in the Rye – and the first anniversary of the Michael Moats ebook “The Real Holden Caulfield.”

This year “The Real Holden Caulfield” is available in every electronic format you can possibly think of. Do you have a Kindle? We have a MOBI file. Do you have a Nook? We have EPUB. Do you have a slab of mud with a USB port? We can probably accommodate that.

If you purchase “The Real Holden Caulfield” now, we’ll send you every format under the sun. In fact, if you purchase any book from the Fiction Advocate Store today, we’ll send you “The Real Holden Caulfield” for free. If you’ve already purchased it and you’d like a format other than PDF, write to us at fictionadvocate AT gmail DOT com and we’ll hook you up.

You can read short excerpts of “The Real Holden Caulfield” on some of our favorite blogs: The AwlThe Rumpus, and Berfrois. Then you can download the full version for $1.99.

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#OccupyGaddis: Read is Good

“Goddam money. It always ends up making you blue as hell.” So says Holden Caulfield, and so say the last five years of American history.

The dominoes that started falling in 2007 led to lost homes and empty retirement funds for millions of Americans, and lost performance benefits for the people who set the dominoes up. Americans sputtered with outrage in every city and small town, throwing out the old bosses in 2008, then opening the doors to a louder and stunningly less competent group of new bosses in 2010. Economists, investors, world leaders, law makers and voters around the world have struggled to understand exactly what happened, and determine what needs to happen next, and pretty much everyone is still blue as hell about it all.

Hollywood has responded with a sequel to “Wall Street,” but what about our publishing houses? These are times ripe for being written down. Michael Lewis deftly captured the tumble and fall period in The Big Short (our thoughts here)More recently over at Bookforum, Christian Lorentzen speculated on “a novel about Occupy Wall Street,” explaining that sweeping fiction about money will be difficult to come by because, “The impulse to become a writer suggests a fundamental fiscal incompetence.” So there’s that. Here at Fiction Advocate, Brian Hurley batted around his own thoughts on the presence of an Occupy Wall Street novel, and offered a reading list of books that — if not classic OWS novels — may help illuminate what is going on.

But it may be that the best Wall Street novel we have was written almost 40 years ago. William Gaddis’ J R is the story of an eleven-year-old boy who makes a killing on the stock market, or as the Dalkey Archive Press says of its beautiful re-issue of the novel, “J R is a biting satire about the many ways in which capitalism twists the American spirit into something more dangerous, yet pervasive and unassailable.” Before you get to the opening sentence — “–Money…? in a voice that rustled.” — Rick Moody introduces the novel saying, “J R Vansant could not seem more plausible and emotionally satisfying and true these days , in this Madoff-esque present.” The book itself is long, more than 700 pages, and comes with Gaddis’ reputation for difficulty, but the fact that it remains so celebrated after so many years is literature’s best approximation of Too Big to Fail, which is why I aim to read J R this summer.

Fortunately, Lee Konstantinou at the Los Angeles Review of Books has created #OccupyGaddis, a reading challenge/support group for taking on J R. I will be joining in, and blogging about it here, and I hope you will take part as well. Visit the LARB page for more information about pacing and other logistical details, then come back and comment on our posts or send us links to your own.  You’ll probably want to get started soon; we’re supposed to be 150 pages into this thing by the 29th.

See you out there.

- Michael Moats

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Fiction Advocate: The Even Realer Holden Caulfield

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The New Yorker has picked up a thread by our very own Michael Moats, who continues to teach the world a thing or two about Holden Caulfield. We released Mike’s long essay, “The Real Holden Caulfield,” several months ago, and it’s been on the bestseller list here at Fiction Advocate ever since. The nod from The New Yorker is only the latest in a long string of attention and praise.

To celebrate its ongoing success we’re making “The Real Holden Caulfield” available in every format you can possibly think of. Do you have a Kindle? We have a MOBI file. Do you have a Nook? We have EPUB. Do you have a slab of mud with a USB port? We can probably accommodate that.

If you purchase “The Real Holden Caulfield” now, we’ll send you every format under the sun. If you’ve already purchased it and you’d like a format other than PDF, write to us at fictionadvocate AT gmail DOT com and we’ll hook you up.

It doesn’t end there. Mike continues to write about Salinger and Caulfield at Trade Paperbacks, at The Real Holden Caulfield, on Tumblr, and probably on his own flesh.

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CH v. HC

I FINALLY GOT BURNED by Christopher Hitchens.

I’ve been able to stomach some of the Iraq justifications, and even kind of look past the “women aren’t funny” thing. But this one, from a final piece  for Vanity Fair about Charles Dickens, is tough:

Opening his own memoir, the most inept fictional narrator of my generation showed that he was out of his depth by dismissing “all that David Copperfield kind of crap.” Mr. Holden Caulfield may one day be forgotten, but the man who stumbled across the little boy trapped in the sweatshop basement, and realized their kinship, will never be.

If you didn’t know, I’m kind of a fan of Holden Caulfield. I’m confident there are any number of more inept fictional narrators from Hitchens’ generation. And apparently Hitch never saw this pulp-style cover for “The Catcher in the Rye” guaranteeing that “you will never forget it.”

Let’s also note that in this same piece, he refers to Christmas as a “protracted obligatory celebration now darkening our Decembers.” If that gives you a better sense of where he’s coming from.

All that aside, the rest of the Hitchens piece is worth reading.

And, in the fashion of one of the most inept greatest fictional narrators of Hitchens’ anyone’s generation, I can’t help, as I tell you this, but miss the guy a little bit.

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The Infinite Jest Liveblog: Getting Chewed by Something Huge and Tireless and Patient

This is the latest entry in Words, Words, Words the ongoing liveblog of David Foster Wallace’s “Infinite Jest.” 

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December 20,2011, pgs 567-619/1044-1045. Let’s begin with the mention of the blind tennis player Dymphna, which seems insignificant aside from the fact that he is nine years old here in the Y.D.A.U., yet is sixteen when Hal says he has to play him one year later in the book’s opening chapter. I don’t know whether this is an oversight or something deliberate. What I do know is that the use of the name “Dymphna” here likely comes from St. Dymphna who, according to the prayer to St. Dymphna, looks out for those “afflicted with mental and emotional illness” to whom IJ is practically dedicated. The reference also bears weight based on the story of Dymphna, which is commonly called “The King Who Wished to Marry His Daughter” and is about pretty much what the title says. It’s a flip on the Oedipal themes running throughout IJ and, as we will see, has some serious relevance vis-a-vis Joelle van Dyne.

While Idris Arslanian walks around blindfolded to study the blind-Dymphna method, Pemulis provides a useful explanation of annular fusion and the reasons for giant infants and large hamsters in the Concavity. Pemulis also mentions that James Incandenza helped design “these special holographic conversions so the team that worked on annulation could study the behavior of subatomics in highly poisonous environments. Without getting poisoned themselves.” This brings to mind the speculations Steeply’s people have made on holography in The Entertainment.

One also finds it amusing that the discussion of annular waste reuse happens as Pemulis solicits Arslanian to (re)use his urine.

The story then jumps between Orin Incandenza’s developing situation with the Swiss hand model and Lenz and Green’s walk home, which after a brief section with Mario ultimately climaxes at Ennet House.

Orin maintains his theory about his legless admirers while his dangerous liaison hides under the covers with a pistol and an oxygen mask. Again, this strange situation is balanced with Orin’s sadness and longing, and his Holden Caulfield-esque remark that “I miss seeing the same things over and over again.” Also an offhand mention of feeling “ready for anything” including “Swiss cuckolds, furtive near-Eastern medical attaches, zaftig print journalists.” Emphasis mine.

Bruce Green is sharing another of OJ’s tragi-comic back stories, including a note that “The creepily friendly bachelor that lived next to his aunt had had two big groomed dogs,” which I think is Wallace’s Man in the Macintosh* moment. Lenz is finally back to executing house pets and giving chase to large Canadians. Mario’s sojourn outside Ennet House is a brief, calm island in the middle of raging seas, even despite his uneasiness about Madame Psychosis. His feeling that “It’s weird to feel like you miss someone you’re not even sure you know” now has a sad extra valence of meaning to it. I wonder if maybe Mario is showing something of what Wallace felt like around AA, and why he felt compelled to write about it. “Mario’s felt good both times in Ennet’s House because it’s very real…once he heard somebody say God with a straight face and nobody looked at them or looked down or smiled in any sort of way where you could tell they were worried inside.” You can even hear DFW breaking through when he momentarily slips out of Mario’s voice to complain about the difficulties of finding “valid art” — which just doesn’t sound like Mario — about “stuff that is real.”

Then, during the Herculean and Kafka-esque moving of the cars at midnight, the ever-humble and ever-dutiful Don Gately gets into a brawl defending Randy Lenz. This is an incredible fight scene. Not only because of the balletic choreography of (as I think Lenz puts it) ”some righteous ass-kickings,” nor for the beautifully illustrated pain, like the way Gately’s “shoulder blooms with colorless fire,” but because this fight scene is also a character study of Don G, while it is also a romance between Don and Joelle, while also being a pretty incredible ensemble piece about the people at the halfway house and environs. It’s the Ennet House Eschaton.

*Given the lack of any quick and dirty internet explanations to link to here, I should maybe just say that The Man in the Macintosh was an incidental character in James Joyce’s “Ulysses” long thought to be Joyce himself. After an evening’s Googling, however, there is apparently evidence that the Man is actually Mr. Duffy from the story “A Painful Case.” My point is, Wallace had two dogs and likely considered himself a creepily friendly neighbor at times.

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Wishlist: The Real Holden Caulfield

The Real Holden Caulfield

A PERFECT GIFT for that person on your list who just wants to be the catcher in the rye and all this holiday season. The Real Holden Caulfield is a short e-book published to mark the 60th anniversary of J.D. Salinger’s “The Catcher in the Rye” on July 16, 2011.

The book has been excerpted at The Awl, The Rumpus and Berfrois, and mentioned on Andrew Sullivan’s Daily Dish, Second Pass, 3 Quarks Daily and (even) Reader’s Digest.

You can read the whole book on your computer or e-reader for just $1.99 through PayPal.

And it’s for a good cause — in tribute to Seymour Glass, Sergeant X, Babe Gladwaller and Salinger himself, who was hospitalized for “Battle Fatigue” — or PTSD — after World War II, half of the proceeds from sales of “The Real Holden Caulfield will be donated to The Wounded Warrior Project.

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Cornucopia: The Hunger Games and Catching Fire

One copy each of “The Hunger Games” and “Catching Fire” are now in my possession. They could be yours, if the odds are in your favor. My thoughts on each below.

The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins
Read if you liked The Running Man and Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret.
Status: Yours if you want it.

The Hunger Games by Suzanne Collins

IN A PREVIOUS ERA, a popular young adult character was assured that “Life is a game,” to which he replied: “Game, my ass.  Some game.  If you get on the side where all the hot-shots are, then it’s a game, all right – I’ll admit that.  But if you get on the other side, where there aren’t any hot-shots, then what’s a game about it?  Nothing.  No game.”  Given the chance, Katniss Everdeen, the sixteen year-old heroine of “The Hunger Games,” might have identified with Holden Caulfield’s thinking, though in a considerably more literal way.  As it is, there is no indication that any copies of “The Catcher in the Rye” exist in her district of Panem, “the country that rose up out of the ashes of a place that was once called North America.”  Panem is your standard dystopia: distant future; post-war society; impoverished districts held under the thumb of a shiny, sophisticated and paranoid government.  Suzanne Collins, however, adds some interesting tweaks, most notably (for me anyway) that instead of a bleak post-nuclear landscape, Panem is a grim post-climate change world where instability and scarcity have led to massive bloodshed.

Read the full review.

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Catching Fire by Suzanne CollinsCatching Fire by Suzanne Collins
It’s a deep burn, so deep.
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“CATCHING FIRE” IS A CLASSIC second entry in the sci-fi, fight-the-power-trilogy tradition. Whereas in the first round people must begin to resist and reluctant, unlikely heroes must come into their roles, the second must show the battle essentially started, with sides chosen and things at their most grim. The full might and cruelty of the bad guys must be demonstrated and the good guys must realize and be daunted by how hard it is to chew what they have bitten off. In the model of “The Empire Strikes Back,” the middle entry is usually also the best of the three.

“Catching Fire” meets most, if not all of these criteria.

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