I hate novels about writing.
I hate songs about music.
I hate movies or television about Hollywood.
I hate art that asks “what is art?”
The first three of these were developed by me as a simple member of the audience for these art forms. I don’t want in jokes when I don’t have a hope of knowing all that the in crowd knows. All three of these are fiction anyway and if I want more, I’d rather hear the more honest appraisal of non fiction.
The “what is art?” thing is something I heard in defence of modern and abstract art. I once heard a critic say that this modern art dares to ask the question “what is art?” My opinion? That’s a stupid, navel gazing thing to ask, as with the other arts, I’d prefer my art to be about something. Since we’ve been pummelled with “what is art?” pieces for over a century, is it too much to ask that artists look elsewhere?
Everyone knows I loved Seinfeld, but in that long run they had those stinkers with the television show about “nothing”.
Paul McCartney, I don’t want to hear your comments about silly love songs. Does anyone remember the band M anymore and their Pop Music?
If I see one more writer obsess about the blank page in a novel, I will read no more books by that author.
There are two possible remedies to these things. The artist can take journalistic curiosity and apply it beyond their own narrow field. Ask questions, conduct interviews and above all research. I’m sure some of the best art has been developed this way. If the statue David had laughable anatomy, wouldn’t we think of it as being quaint and not at all representative of the Renaissance? The quest for perfect anatomy is one of the hallmarks of Renaissance artists.
The second remedy is to be a bit of a polymath. Look what John Grisham does by knowing law and the craft of writing. My favourite two authors of science fiction are Isaac Asimov and Larry Niven. One had training as a chemist and the other as a mathematician.
Most authors don’t reach their stride till their thirties. I suspect the majority of them need training in another field to become interesting. The journalistic method can be used if you have your eye on the earlier, in your twenties, success. I demand this branching out and I know I’m not alone in my opinions.
So I take some pride in my sister, Laurel L. Russwurm, and her 1st novel, Inconstant Moon. I personally know that she used the journalistic curiosity thing in writing this book. Also I know she is skilled in more than one area of knowledge as evidenced by the troop of university students taking disparate majors. Laurel already serialized the book and now it is available as an ebook at the link. It is a crime thriller. I take pride in that, too, as I’ve always liked thrillers more than horror stories.
So be a good artist and be a polymath. If no one else, then I will like you better. But usually if there’s one in a whole society, there are others. I just heard there are two girls named Unique in Alberta.
Spam So Wrong It’s Ironic
The most annoying part about blogging is dealing with all the spam I get as comments. I sift through more than 100 spam comments every day. Still, it is my belief that spam wants to be caught and not distributed. There is usually at least one telltale sign per spam that lets you know you are doing the world a service by not allowing it on the web.
And some spam makes me laugh. Because it has done such a poor job of getting past your radar it is obviously the opposite of true and thus ironic. Below are 6 spams I caught in just 3 days that were this kind of ironic.
The first one is ironic because my about page is just two pictures of me. There is no paragraph and there is no article.
The second spam is ironic because it refers to other comments of this article. The 0 below the title “Obese and Wonderful” is the total number of comments that appears with that post.
The 3rd spam wants pics with my article. The article is 5 political cartoons and their explanation.
The 4th spam wants a follow up post. There is a follow up post to “The Horny Shower Curtain”. It is “My Shower Curtain is a Slut”. If the spammer had only read a handful of the comments they would know this.
The 5th spammer talks about video for a post that doesn’t even link to video.
And the 6th spam is from someone named Gabriella saying hi to me as a family member. I’ve never met anyone named Gabriella and if you were some distant relative, why not say how we are related? Instead, I just deleted this spam.
I’ve made it my golden rule as spam detector that real comments will mention something specific in my post. Something that triggered the comment. Notice that none of these spams does.
And I humbly apologize if I’ve gotten you to read some spam.