The Rainbow Book Fair is a couple weekends away, at CUNY's Center for Lesbian and Gay Studies. I should make myself go.
Amusing, via the Guardian: what it's like to spend a week without reading.
Yes, I'm a bit out of sorts three days into these howling rains. But I don't think that's why I found Jennifer Schuessler's piece "Take This Job and Write It" in today's New York Times Book Review tedious. Jeez, do they have a cycle on which they pull these tired, smarmily anti-working-class homilies out of the bin for yet another airing? It's as if there's a checklist to work through.
- Claim that few to no writers are actual workers: check
- Make fun of "proletarian novel" of the 1930s: check
- Dismiss all possible literary worth of working-class fiction: check
- Aver magical disappearance of production work (somehow, even though things keep being produced): check
- Assert that all labor has shifted to offices: check; and yet
- Dismiss office work as not real labor: check; but just to be sure
- Comment only on books "about work" that are actually only about management and administrative staffers in offices, not the vast majority of office employees who are wage workers doing data entry, clerical work, etc.: check
- Just in case you haven't made your case, come right out and announce that fiction that is about work is incapable of qualifying as literature: check
- Conclude with fatuous bourgeois-idological tautology about work and writing and writing about work: check