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Archive for April 17th, 2008

You Talking to Me?

In Teaching Resources, creative nonfiction, memoir, the essay on April 17, 2008 at 2:19 pm

BREVITY’S NEW MANAGING EDITOR WEIGHS IN:

Indeed, Frey’s invitation to leave him a message [See previous blog post Give Big Jim a Piece of Your Mind] is a curious move on his part, and one that deserves some consideration. Specifically, I’m interested in how this new “forum” (to speak to Frey directly) differs from, say, an invitation to blog about him. Yes, it has a ring of, “You got something to say, say it to my face” (I think it’s reasonable to acknowledge this tension is present, even to a small degree, no matter how much Frey prostrates before us). But more than that, it’s an interesting rhetorical tactic, garnering more positive reaction than not. (Raising another question: Why does support find its way to Frey’s voice mail, and the criticism, in blogs and classroom conversations? I confess, I don’t have any plans to call Frey up after I’m done typing this… Does my criticism carry any agency, then?)

Once again, Frey has subverted our expectations of the author. It’s maddening, yes. But is it not also a little exciting from a critical perspective? The author is NOT dead–not in popular literature, anyway (no matter how much we’d like to kill him). He is very much alive and taking our calls. All of this is to say, instead of criticizing Frey and, in turn, our culture, I think it’s more interesting (productive?) to critique the meaning of this subversion and, especially, our reactions to it. What better fodder for the essay?

- Rachael

Of Huge Clown Feet and Sex Chairs

In Brevity Updates, Brevity contributors, creative nonfiction, memoir on April 17, 2008 at 9:52 am

We’re happy to throw up a big huzzah for Brevity contributor Lori Jakiela (Brevity 11) who pretty much stole the show in Sunday’s New York Times with her Modern Love essay:

April 13, 2008

The Plain, Unmarked Box Arrived

By LORI JAKIELA

THE night we ordered the sex chair, we’d been drinking. Not a lot, but enough to make a sex chair seem like an investment, like junk bonds or an I.R.A.

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READ the whole essay here: The Plain, Unmarked Box Arrived

or dig out your Sunday paper before the recycling truck arrives. Wonderful stuff.

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