{"id":525,"date":"2008-07-12T23:36:43","date_gmt":"2008-07-13T07:36:43","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/?p=525"},"modified":"2008-07-12T23:41:26","modified_gmt":"2008-07-13T07:41:26","slug":"jack-k-memoir-kick","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.rudyrucker.com\/blog\/2008\/07\/12\/jack-k-memoir-kick\/","title":{"rendered":"Jack K. Memoir Kick"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Did I mention that I\u2019ve been rereading some Jack Kerouac<\/a>? I read The Dharma Bums <\/em> over the last couple of weeks, and am working on Tristessa <\/em>and Desolation Angels <\/em>now.<\/p>\n

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Jack was a great gloopy nut, a fanatic wordsmith, a one-man army of the night.<\/p>\n

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Publishing obscene Etruscan odes on the dumpsters of yuppie Californee.<\/p>\n

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I\u2019m happy to be out and about with my camera again. Seeing things more clearly.<\/p>\n

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I was tired of photography last week, I was preoccupied by a (fortunately) temporary health problem. Today I\u2019m starting to feel like myself again. Off and on I have this sense of rebooting.<\/p>\n

Like looking at the brake light on my car, I\u2019m all, \u201cAh, yes, the brake light. An electrical filament illuminating a hard plastic lens.\u201d\u009d I mean, I knew what the light was, sure, but last week I\u2019d dropped the maintenance routines of daily facts like that, I was too busy worrying. <\/p>\n

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But, yeah, I\u2019m back, and all the little niggling objects are still here, all wanting their attention share. The radio remote control, the knitting basket, the glasses cases, my three pairs of glasses, my hair, my clothes, the pillow, the lamps, the food in the fridge. It\u2019s like the world is this array of male and female snaps, and I\u2019m a plastic sheet of female and male snaps that need to be matched up with the reality array. The lights flow through me, and my piezoplastic wriggles. Yubba gleep.<\/p>\n

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Looking around Borders Books today, I was thinking about what kinds of memoirs get published. David Sedaris and Augusten Burroughs have a whole thing going with rueful tales of personal dysfunction. Back in the 1930s, Robert Benchley, James Thurber and Dorothy Parker were doing something similar. That\u2019s not exactly my bag, the Kerouac quest account is a little closer to what interests me.<\/p>\n

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Another angle is to present yourself as the Witness to History\u2014for me, this might be the Silicon Valley thing or the cyberpunk thing, though people aren\u2019t responding much to SV idea when I suggest it. It\u2019s like people are sick of Silicon Valley. Maybe if I could clearly cast the memoir as evocations of a bygone era\u2014which certainly it would be. As I\u2019ve mentioned before, in this context, I think of the Vanished Wild West. But I could spin it as the Godfather of Cyberpunk thing.<\/p>\n

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The point of writing this would be to entertain myself, and to gain a bit more self-knowledge here in the Desert of the Real. To have some fun. I can\u2019t face grinding away on another novel right now. But yet, I do want to write.<\/p>\n

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All I have to do is cross the street.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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