Interesting, and rather cinematic, video trailer for the forthcoming Wire to Wire (A Tin House New Voice). Are these trailers effective do you think?
Wire to Wire Trailer from Juliet Zulu on Vimeo.
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Interesting, and rather cinematic, video trailer for the forthcoming Wire to Wire (A Tin House New Voice). Are these trailers effective do you think?
Wire to Wire Trailer from Juliet Zulu on Vimeo.
I enjoyed Girl Factory, and am a fan of the folks at Tin House, so I was interested to read Jim Krusoe’s latest work Erased. Here is the publisher’s description:
Abandonment, life, death, and, oddly, Cleveland are explored in the hilarious second installment of Jim Krusoe’s trilogy about resurrection.
In Erased, Krusoe takes on a dead mother who mysteriously sends notes from the beyond to her grown son, Theodore, the owner of a mail-order gardening-implement business. “I need to see you,” the first card reads. Theodore does what any sensible person would: he ignores it. But when he gets a second card that’s even more urgent, Theodore leaves his quiet home in St. Nils for a radiantly imagined Cleveland, Ohio, to track down his mother. There, aided by Uleene, the last remaining member of Satan’s Samaritans, an all-girl biker club, he searches through the realms of women’s clubs, art, rodent extermination, and sport fishing until he finds the answers he seeks.
This had me intrigued as I found the balance between absurdest comedy and philosophical questioning in Girl Factory entertaining and thought provoking. Plus, it satirizes Cleveland. That alone has to be worth some laughs.
But for whatever reason, Erased didn’t quite work for me. Erased is still the same blend of dream like states and all too real reality. It still comes with a host of funny quips, entertaining characters, and absurd situations as Krusoe’s previous work. And I enjoyed that aspect.
But it seemed to me that Krusoe turned up the absurdest and surrealist aspects of the novel to such a degree that the plot or narrative got lost. I realize that perhaps the plot in the traditional sense wasn’t the point. But for me there needs to be something that pulls the story forward and also causes it to cohere into something more than a collection of words; no matter how well crafted.
I enjoyed Girl Factory, and am a fan of the folks at Tin House, so I was interested to read Jim Krusoe’s latest work Erased. Here is the publisher’s description:
Abandonment, life, death, and, oddly, Cleveland are explored in the hilarious second installment of Jim Krusoe’s trilogy about resurrection.
In Erased, Krusoe takes on a dead mother who mysteriously sends notes from the beyond to her grown son, Theodore, the owner of a mail-order gardening-implement business. “I need to see you,” the first card reads. Theodore does what any sensible person would: he ignores it. But when he gets a second card that’s even more urgent, Theodore leaves his quiet home in St. Nils for a radiantly imagined Cleveland, Ohio, to track down his mother. There, aided by Uleene, the last remaining member of Satan’s Samaritans, an all-girl biker club, he searches through the realms of women’s clubs, art, rodent extermination, and sport fishing until he finds the answers he seeks.
This had me intrigued as I found the balance between absurdest comedy and philosophical questioning in Girl Factory entertaining and thought provoking. Plus, it satirizes Cleveland. That alone has to be worth some laughs.
But for whatever reason, Erased didn’t quite work for me. Erased is still the same blend of dream like states and all too real reality. It still comes with a host of funny quips, entertaining characters, and absurd situations as Krusoe’s previous work. And I enjoyed that aspect.
But it seemed to me that Krusoe turned up the absurdest and surrealist aspects of the novel to such a degree that the plot or narrative got lost. I realize that perhaps the plot in the traditional sense wasn’t the point. But for me there needs to be something that pulls the story forward and also causes it to cohere into something more than a collection of words; no matter how well crafted.