{"id":1792,"date":"2009-07-25T00:40:35","date_gmt":"2009-07-24T22:40:35","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/monocultured.com\/blog\/?p=1792"},"modified":"2009-07-31T01:59:36","modified_gmt":"2009-07-30T23:59:36","slug":"writing-reading-outsourcing-fucking-on-a-train","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/monocultured.com\/blog\/writing-reading-outsourcing-fucking-on-a-train\/","title":{"rendered":"Writing. Reading. Outsourcing. Fucking on a train."},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em>Sheer egoism. Desire to seem clever, to be talked about, to be remembered after death, to get your own back on the grown-ups who snubbed you in childhood, etc., etc. It is humbug to pretend this is not a motive, and a strong one. Writers share this characteristic with scientists, artists, politicians, lawyers, soldiers, successful businessmen\u2014in short, with the whole top crust of humanity. The great mass of human beings are not acutely selfish. After the age of about thirty they almost abandon the sense of being individuals at all\u2014and live chiefly for others, or are simply smothered under drudgery. But there is also the minority of gifted, willful people who are determined to live their own lives to the end, and writers belong in this class.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>\u2192 George Orwell: <a href=\"http:\/\/www.netcharles.com\/orwell\/essays\/whyiwrite.htm\">Why I write<\/a><\/p>\n<p>The infrastructure of publishing constrains the thinking of writers. Obviously, all  forms of art and design have some inherent constraints-but it seems to me that writers are especially misled by the apparent freedoms of language. Published  language, in print, on paper, is not language per se: It\u2019s an industrial artifact. <\/p>\n<p>\u2192 Interactions magazine, Bruce Sterling: <a href=\"http:\/\/interactions.acm.org\/content\/?p=1244\">Design Fiction<\/a><\/p>\n<p><em>Nevermind, of course, that you can use ball-point pens to write whatever you want: a novel, a screenplay, epic poems, religious prophecy, architectural theory, ransom notes. You can draw astronomical diagrams, sketch impossible machines for your Tuesday night art class, or even work on new patent applications for a hydrogen-powered automobile \u2013 it doesn&#8217;t matter. You can draw penises on your coworker&#8217;s paycheck stub. It&#8217;s a note-taking technology.<\/em> <\/p>\n<p>\u2192 BLDGBLOG.com, Geoff Manaugh: <a href=\"http:\/\/bldgblog.blogspot.com\/2009\/04\/how-other-half-writes-in-defense-of.html\">How the other half writes: In defense of Twitter<\/a><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/monocultured.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/07\/blommor_pa_bil.jpg\" alt=\"blommor_pa_bil\" title=\"blommor_pa_bil\" width=\"640\" height=\"272\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-1834\" \/><\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/monocultured.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2009\/07\/odun_ramen1.jpg\" alt=\"odun_ramen\" title=\"odun_ramen\" width=\"640\" height=\"336\" class=\"alignnone size-full wp-image-1835\" \/><\/p>\n<p><em>When you\u2019re young, it\u2019s easy to believe that such an opportunity will come again, maybe even a better one. Instead of a Lebanese guy in Italy, it might be a Nigerian one in Belgium, or maybe a Pole in Turkey. You tell yourself that if you travelled alone to Europe this summer you could surely do the same thing next year and the year after that. Of course, you don\u2019t, though, and the next thing you know you\u2019re an aging, unemployed elf, so desperate for love that you spend your evening mooning over a straight alcoholic.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>\u2192 The New Yorker, David Sedaris: <a href=\"http:\/\/www.newyorker.com\/reporting\/2009\/04\/20\/090420fa_fact_sedaris?printable=true\">Lost loves and lost years<\/a><\/p>\n<p><em>Honey has completed her first project for me: research on the person Esquire has chosen as the Sexiest Woman Alive. (See page 232.) I&#8217;ve been assigned to write a profile of this woman, and I really don&#8217;t want to have to slog through all the heavy-breathing fan Web sites about her. When I open Honey&#8217;s file, I have this reaction: America is fucked. There are charts. There are section headers. There is a well-organized breakdown of her pets, measurements, and favorite foods (e.g., swordfish). If all Bangalorians are like Honey, I pity Americans about to graduate college. They&#8217;re up against a hungry, polite, Excel-proficient Indian army. Put it this way: Honey ends her e-mails with &#8220;Right time for right action, starts now!&#8221;<\/em><\/p>\n<p>\u2192 Esquire, A. J. Jacobs: <a href=\"http:\/\/www.esquire.com\/print-this\/ESQ0905OUTSOURCING_214\">My outsourced life<\/a><\/p>\n<p><em>Critics compare him to Kafka, but it is from Borges that Auster borrows his allegories (detective work, biographical research) and his favorite theme: the impossibility of ever really knowing anything. This is an unwise choice of material, because he is not enough of a thinker to convey the fun that makes intellectual exercise worthwhile after all. The gnostic correspondences between Chinese food and food for thought; dog spelled backwards is god\u2014this is philosophical writing?<\/em><\/p>\n<p>\u2192 The Atlantic Monthly, B. R. Myers: <a href=\"http:\/\/www.theatlantic.com\/doc\/print\/200107\/myers\">An attack on the growing pretentiousness of American literary prose<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sheer egoism. Desire to seem clever, to be talked about, to be remembered after death, to get your own back on the grown-ups who snubbed you in childhood, etc., etc. It is humbug to pretend this is not a motive, and a strong one. Writers share this characteristic with scientists, artists, politicians, lawyers, soldiers, successful &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/monocultured.com\/blog\/writing-reading-outsourcing-fucking-on-a-train\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Writing. Reading. Outsourcing. 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