When characters meet “The End”

Here’s a piece by Charles McGrath in the NewYork Times about authors who have killed off their most famous characters. I won’t list them since it’s a bigger treat to read the piece ;-)

For a hook, he reports that J.K. Rowling has hinted Harry Potter may be headed for an untimely demise . . . well, untimely in the eyes of readers, because think about it, when you become engrossed in a book you step into a fictional time, and that fictional time swells into its own infinite bubble with no relation whatsoever to the relentless line we normally walk — so from our perspective, it’s always too soon for a Harry Potter to go, isn’t it . . .

Yanking the long tail

In the New Yorker, John Cassidy ruminates on Wired editor Chris Anderson’s “long tail” hypothesis and concludes that although it’s an idea both unoriginal and flawed, it’s still bad news for mid-list authors. How’s that for a tricky bit of pessimism. Makes you feel a touch of ennui descend just to read that sentence, doesn’t it!

Says Cassidy:

Blockbusters and niche products will continue to coexist, because they’re flip sides of the same phenomenon, something economists call “increasing returns,” whereby the big get bigger and the rest fight for the scraps. A long-tail world doesn’t threaten the whales or the minnows; it threatens those who cater to the neglected middle, such as writers of “mid-list” fiction and producers of adult dramas.

I don’t believe that for a second, and not only because I naturally distrust apoplectic apocalyptic apocrypha.*

Because here’s the thing: there’s money to be made in mid-list fiction and adult dramas, and all the other products and services that cater to the “neglected middle.” And because there’s money there, people will figure out how to make it.

Or put another way: whenever there’s an infrastructure shift like what we’re seeing today with the Internet, a few people manage to snatch up all the good spaces on the board before the rest of us realize what’s going on, and as a result, for awhile, they seem to control the game. Look at what happened with the railroads, to cite an obvious example.

But eventually it settles out. Not everyone can be a railroad baron or found an Amazon, but there are delicious opportunities for the smart people who are thinking, right now, about how to reach the neglected median strip of the Internet superhighway. So don’t despair yet. Despite what you read. This is all only just beginning, this Internet thing.

*Sorry, it’s late, I’m punchy!

Blake break

This is a pleasure: an animated short, inspired by Blake’s The Tyger, by Brazilian Guilherme Marcondes.

Do take a look, it’s amazing.

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare sieze the fire?

And what shoulder, & what art.
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? & what dread feet?

What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?

When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?

Tyger! Tyger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

Regrow your teeth?

Looks like it’s actually possible. Via CBC.ca:

The treatment, called low-intensity pulsed ultrasound, massages the gums to stimulate jaws, encourage growth in the roots of teeth and aid healing in dental tissue.

“If the root is broken, it can now be fixed,” said Dr. Tarak El-Bialy of the Faculty of Medicine and Dentistry. “And because we can regrow the teeth root, a patient could have his own tooth rather than foreign objects in his mouth.”

Bring it on :-)

Worse than Agnes

The Susquehanna is still above flood stage in Binghamton.

I’m IMing my dad right now. He’s passing along the news. The worst, he says, is the gas leaks. A couple of homes have blown up.

It’s a mess. This is only just starting to sink in for me.

Here are some bloggers who are in the middle of it: FreeWillBlog is in Endicott, I gather. Lots of details on what’s happening. Robblogs reports that a couple of truckers died when they plunged off a bridge washed out on Route 88 near Sydney. Webblog-ed has a link up to a Flickr photo stream with lots of pics of the Delaware River.

I’m heading out that way this weekend, will try to get some pics, also.

Previous post on the Chenango River here.

How they find me

I have access to a couple different website traffic statistics services through my hosting plan, and every once in awhile I scan the list of search phrases people have used to find this blog.

Some of them match up pretty well with topics I blog on a lot. I’ve had a lot of hits lately about novel length, for instance. Any time I blog about some news item, I get hits afterward for people who want either information about it, or, I suppose, to read someone else’s comments.

Then there are the phrases that . . . well, here’s a sample from June:

true identity miss snark

I get that one, or a variation on it, at least once a month. But sorry, folks, I’m as in the dark on that one as you are. Also, I kind of like not knowing, but that’s a subject for a whole ‘nother post.

skunks in my garage

Is someone checking my blog to see if he’s got skunks in his garage? If so, he’s taking the Information Age waaaaaaaaay too seriously.

opposite of advance

Uh, that would be “retreat.” Glad to help.

smelly viburnum bush pest

Possibly related to the skunks in your garage?

bottled butter

No, thanks.

how to kill ducks in your yard

Try getting them in a row, first.

polar plunge pic rochester

Not here, sorry, but if you find one send me a link and I’ll post it!

Floods

The weather system that dumped all that water on the Mid-Atlantic states didn’t make it to Rochester. I got an inch of rain here the day before yesterday, and that’s about the extent of it.

The Southern Tier, where I grew up, did get hit, however.

My dad says he’s has over 11 inches of rain this month.

He also just told me that the Chenango River reached the steps of the old bank in Downtown Oxford. That’s higher than it got during Hurricane Agnes in 1972–considered the major flooding event, in Upstate New York, in recent memory.

Until now.

Got a nibble

I have a draft of my new novel done, I’ve started querying, and I’ve gotten my first nibble: request for partial came in late yesterday, emailed it out today.

Nothing in the world is more fun than this. Even though I know what a long shot it is . . . how hard it is to fall short. It’s still about the most fun of anything I can imagine.

Art world gone mad

You know that, nowadays, anything is art. So this story was probably inevitable:

Artist David Hensel submitted a sculpture to London’s Royal Academy of Arts for consideration for its upcoming “Exhibit 1201” exhibit. But at some point in transit the sculpture, “a finely wrought laughing head in jesmonite,” got separated from its plinth.

You can probably guess what happened next: the Academy blithely selected the plinth for inclusion in the exhibit.

Total number of applicants: 9000.

One wonders what these artists will choose to submit next year. This one’s going to be hard to top.

Actually, the funniest thing about the story is that the Academy has refused to reconsider its selection:

[T]he Royal Academy denies having made an error, for the plinth and hastily carved wooden support were, according to an official statement, “thought to have merit.”

(Ah, the passive voice, last refuge for rogues, thieves, and reality-challenged connoisseurs of art.)