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In honor of the U.S. publication of Geoff Dyer’s latest book, Zona: A Book About a Film About a Journey to a Room, enjoy these Dyer-centric reads:
  • “Like a tired person trying to get to sleep who is kept awake by sounds from the street that he or she has for years scarcely noticed, I found that the word had become suddenly unignorable.” Dyer on the intrusiveness of the adjective “tireless.”

  • A short video of Dyer discussing But BeautifulOut of Sheer Rage, and Paris Trance.
  • “I mean, right from the start I was aware I was engaged in something so ludicrous that it was not feasible, in a way.” Dyer speaks with Guernica about creating Zona.
  • “I never got over this lag, never experienced the shock of things happening as they happened. I was out of step with the world.” Dyer’s short fiction about 9/11, “Temple of Tears.”
  • “I don’t want to become one of these people who’s always reading reviews of books rather than the books themselves.” Dyer on WNYC’s Leonard Lopate Show. Swoon when you hear his accent. SWOON.

  • Since you don’t have enough to read, here are some books that were on Dyer’s nightstand last April (including a collection of Dean Young’s poetry!).

  • “It was not just that if I shut my eyes I knew I would die; if I shut my eyes the world would come to an end.” 25 years after an opium freak-out, Dyer returned to Morocco and lived to write about it in “Man, where have all the hippies gone?”

(this fine collection of links via

My #fridayreads is OUT OF SHEER RAGE by Geoff Dyer. 

Tom McCarthy alert.

I was moaning about the so-far lack of anticipation-inducing books set to publish in 2012 earlier. Then I remembered that the U.S. version of Tom McCarthy’s Men in Space drops in February. (I bought the U.K. version when it came out in 2007.) Then I took a look at his Wikipedia page, and there, at bottom:

Satin Island (2012) Knopf Publishing Group.

What’s all this then? 

For his next book, Satin Island, McCarthy will take up where C left off. “C ends with Serge sweating out this black, tar-like material excess,” McCarthy says, “and the new book will start where that ends. I’m interested in the idea of pollution. I’d been projecting these images of oil spills and the way oil coagulates like taffy on the ocean bed and in how the oil spill is continually an ongoing disaster which always happens and never ends. I was thinking about it before the BP oil spill. I’d been dreaming about an island in New York harbour which was glowing and rich like it was being incinerated. That’s all I’ve got so far, but it reminded me of that line by Gerard Manley Hopkins: “…blue-bleak embers, ah my dear/Fall, gall themselves, and gash gold vermillion.” It’s all very vague, but I can’t get this idea of matter and its mutation out of my head.” (via)

Hello, 2012! Also, this.