Can a Story Be Overedited? Review of 'Liberation Day' by George Saunders

 
 

George Saunders recently appeared on the Ezra Klein Show to discuss his new book, Liberation Day. I’m a big fan of Saunders’ writing. And I wish everyone would listen to his spiel about how stories have the power to make people more empathetic. But I do have a grievance with Saunders’ writing. His talk with Klein gives me the chance to air it.

Twenty-eight minutes into the podcast, Saunders describes his approach to writing:

“[My] stories are composed over many months. The process is to go into the first draft and micro-edit it over and over and over again. And the article of faith is that, by doing that, I’m doing two things: One is I’m infusing more of myself into the text in a way that I’m not planning. Second of all, the whole document is elevating this rhetoric to be more nuanced, more ambiguous, hopefully funnier, more persuasive, more surprising. The end results of eight months of work on a short story is that there’s a presence there that’s more intelligent than I am.”

One thing to note right away: Whatever Saunders does to write his stories, it works. Obviously. He’s often said to be the most important short story writer today.

But this extreme editing practice that he has, in my view, can be a detriment to his writing.

He notes that endless editing “infuses more of myself into the text.” This is a thought-provoking idea, and it rings true in a sort of romantic way, but I don’t think it’s right. Consider the movie Cowboys & Aliens. The script for this film was famously worked on by countless writers. Whatever editing process Saunders takes with his stories, Cowboys & Aliens received that level of editing times a thousand. But despite all that, it’s a mediocre script. And more to the point, it’s silly to think that the final draft was at all benefited by all these writers “infusing themselves” into the script.

Granted, this isn’t a perfect analogy because the Cowboys & Aliens script was a vehicle to turn a profit for film producers. The screenwriters may not have been intending to infuse themselves into the script.

But then, the more you think of it, what the hell does that even mean? Speaking in literal terms, isn’t a thing you produce all of you by definition? You can put more of your time into something, sure, but is it more of you? Is the first-draft-writer version of you less you? Arguably it could be more authentically you, right?

I wouldn’t bother questioning Saunders on this—again, he’s obviously a brilliant writer—but for the fact that his new collection feels overedited. That’s almost its primary characteristic: feeling overedited. It’s calculated to the point of being clunky. It’s dry while also indulgent. It’s forced to the point of not being fun.

Not always. Sometimes his style is 1oo% dialed in to the point of perfection. The leading story “Liberation Day” is brilliant and hits like a fucked-up action movie. “A Thing at Work,” equally so.

I really wonder: did Saunders spend more or less time on these two stories? I’d like to think less.

If not, I have an alternate theory for why many of the stories don’t work, in my view. When a rock band ages, they often keep putting out albums that have the general style of their early albums, but without the energy and authenticity. Every Pink Floyd album after The Final Cut feels like it was put out by a Pink Floyd cover band.

Saunders may be suffering from this. Maybe all the “self” he’s “infusing” into his stories through editing is contemporary George Saunders trying to call up young George Saunders, and the result is cover-band George Saunders.

As a longtime fan of his, my sincere hope is that someday he’ll put out a collection that’s raw. That spits on his old style rather than endlessly tinkering with it.

The result could be something special, a side of Saunders we’ve never seen before.

Still Just a Geek - The Annotated Celebrity Memoir (with Annotations)

by Lane Chasek

 
 
 

It feels like I’ve read too many celebrity memoirs this year. Granted, I’ve only read two, but that feels like a lot. And the fact that I’m reviewing them for a literary journal feels like a crime, but it’s a crime I’m willing to commit. Two experimental memoirs from Star Trek alums in less than a year? How could I pass that up?

Wil Wheaton’s Still Just a Geek isn’t a new book. It’s literally Wheaton’s 2004 memoir Just a Geek with annotations.1 Just a Geek is about 2004 Wheaton looking back on the life of 80s and 90s Wheaton, and Still Just a Geek stars 2020s Wheaton as he analyzes the Wheatons of the 80s, 90s, and early aughts.

Wheaton gets to do what every writer wants to do at some point: rewrite their own book. Or, at the very least, provide a writer’s commentary on certain passages and chapters. Anyone who’s ever published a book2 knows what I mean. Just a few short years can drastically change us as writers and as people, and it’s frustrating to encounter passages from our past work that we know could have been better. No writing is ever truly finished, and this sense of incompleteness is something writers always live with.

Though you probably remember Wheaton as the child star who played Gordie in Stand by Me or Wesley Crusher in Star Trek: The Next Generation,3 Wheaton also writes essays and stories, so he understands the struggles that writers4 face. He takes a long, hard look at his past writing and his past self. What he wrote in Just a Geek wasn’t always well-crafted, and sometimes he cracked jokes that he shouldn’t have. In Still Just a Geek, he forgives himself when he needs to, sets the record straight when he needs to, and scolds himself when he needs to. In one chapter, he makes a series of O.J. Simpson jokes that are just…awful. So awful that I won’t even quote them.5 Wheaton agrees that they’re awful, and he owns up to writing them. For that, I salute him.

Autobiography is a genre of self-reflection, so this auto-autobiography6 is ultimately a reflection on self-reflection. Even if you’re not part of the “geek” culture this book is intended for,7 Still Just a Geek is such an unusual take on the celebrity memoir that I would recommend it to anyone who’s interested in writing, not as a mere product, but as a lifelong project.

Allow me to close this review with something mind-blowing I learned from this book: The plural of LEGO is LEGO.8

 
 

 
 

1 Along with some of his blog posts from wilwheaton.net, a website which he’s maintained for over two decades.

2 Or even just a story, essay, or poem.

3 Or not. Maybe you know him from somewhere else. One of my friends who has never watched Star Trek knows him as "that guy from TableTop."

4 And humans generally.

5 Hint: Wheaton compares the way he was treated by convention organizers to O.J. murdering Nicole.

6 Does this sound awkward? Probably. But what else should I call it?

7 Disclaimer: I’ve never considered myself a “geek” or “nerd” and probably never will. Furthermore, I never understood the fascination with geek culture and “geek pride” that took off in the 2010s. I know this probably sounds ironic coming from someone who runs a Star Trek-inspired lit mag in his spare time, but understand that, unlike Wheaton, I’m part of a younger generation that was inundated with “nerdy” stuff from a very young age. By the time I learned my multiplication tables, everyone I knew was into JRPGs, anime, sci-fi, and high fantasy to some extent. In highschool, I knew cheerleaders who played EarthBound ROM hacks, wrestlers who read manga, and emo kids who grokked over fantasy football (Wheaton happens to agree with me that fantasy sports is one of the nerdiest pastimes ever created). I’m a snot-nosed late Millennial (or early Gen Zer, depending on which timeline you consult) who gets to take popular culture for granted, much like the young fish in the David Foster Wallace parable who asks, “What the fuck is water?” But I digress.

8 And like MF DOOM, LEGO is always written in all caps.

 

Brent Spiner’s Autobiographical Fanfiction Noir…Thing

 

by Lane Chasek

 

Brent Spiner’s literary debut, Fan Fiction: a Mem-Noir: Inspired by True Events, is one of the most baffling books I’ve read this past year. Is it a memoir? A mystery novel? A parody of fanfictions? Turns out, it’s all three. In addition, Fan Fiction holds the title for most postmodern book written by a Star Trek alum (so far). Brent Spiner (known to most as Lt. Commander Data of the USS Enterprise) pushes the celebrity memoir genre in a bizarre new direction, one which combines fact, fiction, and fandom into a bloody, campy, nerdy potpourri. 

Fan Fiction begins with a brief chapter describing Spiner’s start in acting—his flight from Texas, his failed attempts to make it big in New York, and how he eventually landed the role of everyone’s favorite emotionless android with a heart of iridium-gold alloy, Data. This first chapter is the only part of the book that’s 100% factual. What follows is a Hollywood noir worthy of Tarantino. Spiner discovers a severed pig’s penis and a threatening letter while on the set of Star Trek: The Next Generation, sent to him by a psychotic superfan who wishes to take his life. Spiner, with the aid of a ravishingly beautiful FBI agent and her equally ravishingly beautiful twin sister who acts as his bodyguard, must uncover the identity of this would-be killer before it’s too late. Other Next Generation cast members play bit roles in the plot, providing plenty of trivia and fan service to the Trekkers and Trekkies who will inevitably read this title.

Making use of real places and real people from his life, Fan Fiction is just that: a fanfiction about Brent Spiner’s acting career by Brent Spiner. Though Spiner casts himself in the leading role, he’s far from the Mary Sue you’d expect from a typical fanfiction. Neurotic, paranoid, terrible with the ladies, haunted by memories of a wicked stepfather—though Spiner is a television star living in Hollywood, he’s still very much the awkward, nerdy kid who got bullied in Hebrew school back in Houston. And whereas the android he plays on Next Gen would have deduced the identity of Spiner’s stalker in a single forty-minute episode, Spiner is as inept as any average joe would be if placed in this situation. He flaunts his flaws, insecurities, medical ailments, and love for Laurel and Hardy shamelessly, and he succeeds in turning himself into a likable, realistic protagonist. 

Though not the most well-written book by a Star Trek cast member, Spiner succeeds in telling a story about celebrity, fandom, and the blurred lines between reality and fiction which, despite its occasional awkwardness, is a fun experiment in genre hybridization. Most celebrity memoirs tend to play it safe—and bland. Spiner created something with a lot more flavor.

My favorite quote from the book:

“Her lifeless body collapses onto my chest like an overstuffed sack of fan mail.”


Lane Chasek (@LChasek) is the author of the nonfiction book Hugo Ball and the Fate of the Universe, the poetry/prose collection A Cat is not a Dog, and two forthcoming chapbooks, Dad During Deer Season and this is why I can't have nice things. Lane's current pride and joy is an essay he published in Hobart about Lola Bunny and the latest Space Jam movie.

Chapbook Review: I Have Been Warned Not to Write About This by Ron Riekki

 

by Lane Chasek

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Past Jokes Review contributor Ron Riekki published a chapbook through Grandma Moses Press back in May. The book, I Have Been Warned Not to Write About This, features poems about wildfires, climate change, ex-addict family members, working at Domino’s, as well as one about an army bunkmate who claims to have been abducted by aliens.

Each poem delivers a swift, visceral punch to the reader’s gut. Riekki has always had a gift for depicting the frailty of the human condition, and here he showcases human frailty alongside the frailty of planet Earth itself. Each stanza promises an ending, a calamity—something at the edge of our vision that threatens to undo us but never makes itself fully visible. The end is inevitable, but its distance is comforting.

Since this is a Grandma Moses Press chapbook, this book is not only a pleasure to read, but a novel addition to a home library. The press’s 3 ⅜” x 5” limited-run chapbooks can be hidden anywhere—day planners, billfolds, purses, instruction manuals, and even inside other chapbooks. It pays to be discreet, especially when it comes to poetry.

Check out Riekki’s poetry in Jokes Review:

My Sister Said She Saw a UFO: 3 Poems

The Road Not Taken: 2 Poems


Lane Chasek (@LChasek) is the author of the nonfiction book Hugo Ball and the Fate of the Universe, the poetry/prose collection A Cat is not a Dog, and two forthcoming chapbooks, Dad During Deer Season and this is why I can't have nice things. Lane's current pride and joy is an essay he published in Hobart about Lola Bunny and the latest Space Jam movie.

Reading About Florida Man: Book Review and Review of the Sunshine State

by Lane Chasek

 
(Florida Man, Mickey J. Corrigan. Grandma Moses Press, 2020. Las Cruces, New Mexico.)

(Florida Man, Mickey J. Corrigan. Grandma Moses Press, 2020. Las Cruces, New Mexico.)

 

I recently read Mickey J. Corrigan’s chapbook Florida Man. As the title suggests, these poems are about Florida Man, a meme that blew up in the early 2010s which has since mutated into a symbol of American exceptionalism (if you consider dangerous, antisocial behavior exceptionalism). While reading this book, I also happened to be staying in Florida for a week, giving me a perfect chance to write about the book, the state, and the meme.

The Florida Man meme was born from bizarre news headlines which involve a Florida Man (or Florida Woman) getting arrested, killed, humiliated, or saving the day in bizarre ways. Such headlines include “Florida Man killed by alligators while hiding from cops,” “Florida Man chews off another man’s face,” “Florida Man claims wife was kidnapped by holograms,” and my favorite, “Florida Man catches huge tarpon while fishing from rainbow unicorn floaty.” A good Florida Man headline acts as a one-sentence tall tale, a narrative that satisfies our need for both the mundane and the absurd. We live in a time where Paul Bunyan’s exploits are tired relics of an older generation, the story of John Henry working himself to death reads more like a Marxist fable than a tall tale, and most people under the age of 25 don’t know who Dolemite is. So in place of these classics we’ve created Floridian Gilgamesh. And luckily for us, Mickey J. Corrigan has translated these headlines into poetry.

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The standout feature of Florida Man is Corrigan’s mimicry of the flat, objective tone of a news article. This lack of affect in Corrigan’s language recreates the clear-cut Associated Press style and contrasts with the surreal subject matter of each poem—which is part of the appeal of the Florida Man meme.

Speaking of subject matter, many of these poems are based on actual Florida Man headlines. “Frozen Food Lands on Roof of Florida Man’s Home,” “Drinking and Driving Florida Man Style,” and “Florida Man Goes on Honeymoon on Stolen Yacht” are all based on real events, and Corrigan succeeds at recreating the funny human-interest stories you’d expect from these headlines.

Of especial interest is “Florida Man Burns Down House Trying to Bake Cookies on George Foreman Grill,” which follows an inebriated, naked Florida Man who almost burns his house down while trying to bake cookies on his puny George Foreman Grill. Despite the absurdity of the situation, this poem’s Florida Man is more than a clown and becomes a mock hero. His efforts to save his home are ineffective as he tries to “dampen the fire/with dry towels” but I can’t help but love the guy’s determination. Florida Man at his best is a “superhero/of bad decisions” who demonstrates the heroism of the absurd, and even if he doesn’t win, he still makes us smile.

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Corrigan is originally from Boston but currently resides in southern Florida, so chances are Corrigan may have been nearby while I was reading Florida Man. My reading of Florida Man was inextricably bound to my time in Florida, and I’d like to say that I enjoyed Florida the state as much as Florida Man the book and Florida Man the meme, but I have to admit, I didn’t like Florida.

During my stay in Florida I was surprised that I didn’t see a single alligator. Where were they? So many Florida Man stories feature alligators, you’d think I’d find at least one.

I also bought some tomatoes from a fruit stand, and when I cut into them, all the seeds had germinated. They tasted like gravel. I got some oranges from that same fruit stand and they tasted like rice vinegar. I left my fruit for the anoles to eat, but the anoles didn’t seem interested.

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Of course, there’s more to Florida than alligators, oranges, Disney World, and drunks burning down their houses. There’s a dark side to the Sunshine State, too.

As you read Florida Man you’ll notice that, while the concepts remain ridiculous, the tone becomes much darker. “Florida Man ‘Inspired’ by Wal-Mart Shootings” confronts mental illness and gun violence. “Florida Man Nearly Deported Even Though Born in US” tells a story about racial profiling and corrupt immigration policies. “Florida Mayor Fired, Acting Mayor Fired Too,” while hilarious, is a microcosm for how nepotism and buck-passing fucntions in American politics on both the local and federal levels. And “Florida Man Executes Zombie Attack” is about the infamous Miami Cannibal Attack of 2012. More on that soon.

For Corrigan, Florida Man morphs from absurd hero to villain, a symbol of the societal and political ills of America. In Corrigan’s own words:

            Florida man:
            indestructible
            and coming
            to a nightmare
            near you.

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I was a junior in high school when the Miami Cannibal Attack occurred. Of course, back then everyone called it the Miami Zombie Attack because it was 2012 and America was obsessed with zombies.

The Internet transformed what should have been a routine (though gruesome) news item into a drug-addled, bloody, carnivalesque version of the truth. A man who was high on bath salts mutilated a homeless man over a (supposedly) missing Bible, which should have been horrific enough. Drug addiction, violence, homelessness, organized religion—this incident was already a modern-day nightmare before the Internet injected zombie mythology into it. I don’t know—even in high school, listening to my classmates jokes about zombie season in Florida felt sick.

O, Florida—what an unreal state you are! 

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Every non-Floridian in Florida is there for Disney World or one of the thousands of other tourist destinations/mantraps that orbit Orlando, but I was there on family business, and when you’re not in Florida for fun, you start to realize how not-fun Florida is.

The humidity’s unbearable, for starters. The interstate traffic is bumper-to-bumper most of the time, and the local news stations are filled with stories about motorists falling into randomly-ocurring sinkholes. The tap water smells like hardboiled eggs, and every time I stepped out of the shower during my “vacation” I reeked of hot egg salad. And I know that some Floridians will want to stone me for saying this, but I don’t get the hype about Publix. It’s like Safeway, only more humid, and the subs are mediocre at best.

And this is where Florida Man was born—Florida Man in all his glory, goofiness, corrutpion, and wrath. My time in Florida reminded me that geography is integral to literature and the human experience. Just as Huckleberry Finn wouldn’t be Huckleberry Finn without the Mississippi River, and Crime & Punishment wouldn’t be Crime & Punishment without St. Petersburg, the Florida Man meme is inextricably tied to Florida—its backwaters, bayous, amusement parks, WalMarts, interstates, and decaying truck stops. Florida Man the book and Florida Man the meme made more sense to me while in the heart of the American Absurd.

So if you read Florida Man, try to read it in Florida. Don’t worry, the alligators don’t bite. In fact, you probably won’t see any.


Lane Chasek (@LChasek) is the author of the nonfiction book Hugo Ball and the Fate of the Universe, the poetry/prose collection A Cat is not a Dog, and two forthcoming chapbooks, Dad During Deer Season and this is why I can't have nice things. Lane's current pride and joy is an essay he published in Hobart about Lola Bunny and the latest Space Jam movie.

What's the Future of Sound Poetry?

As the author of “Hugo Ball and the Fate of the Universe: Adventures in Sound Poetry,” Lane Chasek is an expert in all things sound poetry. Chasek’s book goes into detail exploring the history of sound poetry and bringing the unique art form up to the present moment.

In my recent interview with Chasek, I was curious about his thoughts on the future of sound poetry. Below is a selection from that interview, where Chasek discusses this question.

- Peter Clarke


Do you think sound poetry has a future as a poetic form?

Lane Chasek: Sound poetry will be around forever, I think, but it probably won’t gain popularity anytime soon. In its purest form it just doesn’t appeal to a mass audience. It’s always been a niche genre, but I don’t mind. There’s something special about discovering a writer or performer like Jaap Blonk and only one or two of your friends really “get” what he’s doing. You can share that forever.

However, even if sound poetry isn’t popular in its own right, its children certainly are. And by children, I mean the ways in which sound poetry has influenced music. Scat singing, for example. Even if someone doesn’t know about sound poetry, they’re probably familiar with scat singing, whether it’s Mel Torme or Scatman John. But let’s face it, even jazz has become pretty niche.

I think where we’re really seeing sound poetry’s lasting effects is in the newer generation of rappers, especially the ones who get labelled as “mumble” rappers. Which isn’t a fair label. “Mumble” implies that their style is lazy just because it’s occasionally nonsensical. If there’s anything I’ve learned, it’s that nonsense can be an artform. When someone complains that an artist like Lil Uzi Vert doesn’t use complex, sprawling rhyme schemes like Pharoahe Monch, I can’t help but laugh. It’s like comparing Hugo Ball to Alexander Pope. They’re different artists, they have entirely different goals. A lot of this newer music focuses on mood and the sonic experience more than the lyrics themselves. This isn’t the devolution of rap — it’s proof that the spirit of the first major sound poets is alive and well in the 21st century.