The EleÂments of CreÂativÂiÂty. They come down to this: Copy. TransÂform. ComÂbine. NothÂing is truÂly origÂiÂnal. EveryÂthing is a remix, more or less.
DirecÂtor KirÂby FerÂguÂson first traced this idea through litÂerÂaÂture and music, then through filmÂmakÂing. Next up? TechÂnolÂoÂgy, comÂputÂers and user interÂface. Above we have the third and penulÂtiÂmate installÂment in the “EveryÂthing is a Remix” series. (You can watch it in large forÂmat here.) Look for the final segÂment to appear this fall, and conÂsidÂer supÂportÂing the project here.
Now might be a good time to beef up on your knowlÂedge of malÂware, cyberÂcrime, and cyberÂwarÂfare, startÂing with Stuxnet, a comÂputÂer virus that was launched against IranÂian nuclear infraÂstrucÂtures in 2010 (most likeÂly by the U.S.). For a quick primer on Stuxnet, check out AnatoÂmy of a ComÂputÂer Virus. It’s only three and a half minÂutes long, but you’ll learn enough to decide whether or not to set your lapÂtop on fire, sell everyÂthing you own, and run screamÂing for the Yukon.
For a more detailed exploÂration of the virus, watch CrackÂing Stuxnet, A 21st-CenÂtuÂry Cyber Weapon, a TED talk by cyber-secuÂriÂty expert Ralph LangnÂer. DisÂclaimer: It won’t necÂesÂsarÂiÂly put you at ease — the preÂsenÂter closÂes by thankÂing Mr. LangnÂer for “scarÂing the livÂing dayÂlights out of us.”
SheerÂly Avni is a San FranÂcisÂco-based arts and culÂture writer. Her work has appeared in Salon, LA WeekÂly, MothÂer Jones, and many othÂer pubÂliÂcaÂtions. You can folÂlow her on twitÂter at @sheerly.
BestÂselling writer Jonathan Lethem — author of one of my favorite conÂtemÂpoÂrary novÂels MothÂerÂless BrookÂlyn — has a new short stoÂry feaÂtured in the sumÂmer ediÂtion of the Paris Review. The stoÂry is called “The EmpÂty Room,” and, once again, the backÂground, childÂhood, moves to the foreÂground. It begins:
EarÂliÂest memÂoÂry: father tripÂping on strewn toys, hopÂping with toe outÂraged, mother’s rolling eyes. For my father had toys himÂself. He once brought a trafÂfic light home to our apartÂment on the thirÂty-someÂthingth floor of the towÂer on ColumÂbus Avenue. The light, its taxi yelÂlow gone matÂte from penÂduÂlum-years above some polÂlutÂed interÂsecÂtion and crackÂled like a Ming vase’s glaze where bolts had been overÂtightÂened and then eased, sat to one side of the cofÂfee table it was meant to replace as soon as my father found an approÂpriÂate top. In fact, the trafÂfic light would folÂlow us up the HudÂson, to DarÂby, to the house with the empÂty room. There it nevÂer escaped the garage.
AnothÂer memÂoÂry: my playÂmate Max’s parÂents had borÂrowed, from mine, a spare set of chiÂna plates. I spent a lot of time visÂitÂing with Max and, when he let us inside his room, Max’s oldÂer brothÂer. So I was present the afterÂnoon my father destroyed the chiÂna set. Max’s famÂiÂly lived in a duplex, the baseÂment and parÂlor floor of a brownÂstone, a palace of abunÂdance . . . Max and his brothÂer had sepÂaÂrate rooms, and a backÂyard. All this would pale beside the spaÂciousÂness of our DarÂby farmÂhouse. That was the point.
You can read the full text here. And please note: the Paris Review has just launched its first digÂiÂtal ediÂtion, letÂting you read the famous litÂerÂary jourÂnal on your comÂputÂer, iPad or mobile device. More on that here. H/T BibÂliokÂlept
Talk about an intiÂmate venue. A group of friends in EngÂland have built an unlikeÂly enterÂtainÂment franÂchise, filmÂing perÂforÂmances by the musiÂcians they admire–in the backÂseat of a LonÂdon taxiÂcab. The project is called “The Black Cab SesÂsions,” and the method is simÂple: “One Song. One Take. One Cab.”
It startÂed in 2007 as someÂthing of a lark–an improÂvised colÂlabÂoÂraÂtion between memÂbers of a music proÂmoÂtion comÂpaÂny, HidÂden Fruit, and a film comÂpaÂny, Just So Films–but the project soon took on a life of its own. MusiÂcians respondÂed enthuÂsiÂasÂtiÂcalÂly, embracÂing the whimÂsy and chalÂlenge of playÂing in such cramped, unsteady quarÂters. Now there are perÂforÂmances by about 100 artists on the Black Cab SesÂsions webÂsite. Most of the musiÂcians are young indie acts, but there are some vetÂerÂan perÂformÂers as well, includÂing Martha WainÂwright, Richard ThompÂson and BriÂan WilÂson. There are some famous groups, like WeezÂer, MumÂford and Sons, My MornÂing JackÂet and (yes, of course!) Death Cab for Cutie, but many of the most inspired perÂforÂmances are by musiÂcians you might not have heard about.
The music ranges widely–from Delta blues to beatÂbox, and from hip hop to PaganiÂni. One of the most popÂuÂlar sesÂsions isn’t music at all, in the strictest sense, but a mesÂmerÂizÂing poetÂry perÂforÂmance by BenÂjamin ZephaÂniÂah. The one rule, accordÂing to Black Cab SesÂsions co-founder Jono Stevens, is that the filmÂmakÂers love the artists’ work. “Big or small,” Stevens said in a TV interÂview, “It realÂly doesÂn’t matÂter. It’s about someÂone we realÂly, realÂly feel pasÂsionÂate about.”
There’s a lot to disÂcovÂer on the Black Cab SesÂsions webÂsite. You can dive right into the colÂlecÂtion here, or start by samÂpling a few of our favorites, includÂing Death Cab for Cutie singing No SunÂlight above, and:
It was anothÂer time, anothÂer place, a moment when crimÂiÂnals were invitÂed to pose for the camÂera. The mugshot as an art form.
Above we have one of 2500 “speÂcial phoÂtographs” takÂen by phoÂtogÂraÂphers from the New South Wales Police DepartÂment between 1910 and 1930. The four men (HampÂton Hirscham, CorÂnelÂlius Joseph Keevil, William Thomas O’Brien and James O’Brien) were arrestÂed on charges of burÂglarÂizÂing the home of a bookÂie — one RegiÂnald CatÂton — in April 1921. O’Brien was let off the hook, but the othÂer three dapÂper ones weren’t so lucky.
Over at Escape Into Life, Luke Grundy directs us to a marÂvelous short film that is as decepÂtiveÂly simÂple as its title would sugÂgest. At first viewÂing we thought the effect of LA filmÂmakÂer DouÂglas BurÂgofÂf’s “AniÂmals” should be credÂitÂed mostÂly to the hauntÂing music by famed British comÂposÂer Michael Nyman. But then we watched it again with the sound off, and we were just as impressed as before, if not more so. Just take a look at the series of close-ups on the monÂkey’s face between the 1:54 and 2:14 marks.
SheerÂly Avni is a San FranÂcisÂco-based arts and culÂture writer. Her work has appeared in Salon, LA WeekÂly, MothÂer Jones, and many othÂer pubÂliÂcaÂtions. You can folÂlow her on twitÂter at @sheerly.
As for Amis, he has nevÂer worked hard to make friends, stakÂing out conÂtroÂverÂsial posiÂtions on MusÂlims and euthanaÂsia and then, earÂliÂer this year, going out of his way to mock writÂing for chilÂdren: “PeoÂple ask me if I ever thought of writÂing a chilÂdren’s book. I say, if I had a seriÂous brain injury I might well write a chilÂdren’s book, but othÂerÂwise the idea of being conÂscious of who you’re directÂing the stoÂry to is anathÂeÂma to me, because, in my view, ficÂtion is freeÂdom and any restraints on that are intolÂerÂaÂble.” You get the drift.
But good writÂers rarely win popÂuÂlarÂiÂty conÂtests. And few will deny that MailÂer and Amis have put their stamp on the Anglo-AmerÂiÂcan litÂerÂary scene. So here you have it — MarÂtin Amis interÂviewÂing NorÂman MailÂer in 1991, upon the release of MailÂer’s sprawlÂing 1400-page CIA epic, HarÂlot’s Ghost. The first clip (above) starts with the novÂel, the remainÂing parts move in many difÂferÂent direcÂtions. The writÂing life, writÂing about homoÂsexÂuÂalÂiÂty, the state of capÂiÂtalÂism, AmerÂiÂca after the Cold War, MailÂer’s legaÂcy — it’s part of the 40 minute conÂverÂsaÂtion. Find Part 2, Part 3, and Part 4.
You can find this video perÂmaÂnentÂly listÂed in our new colÂlecÂtion of 235 CulÂturÂal Icons.
A few days ago, The Guardian pubÂlished its list of the 100 GreatÂest Non-FicÂtion Books of all time. The colÂlecÂtion spans biogÂraÂphy, art, phiÂlosÂoÂphy, hisÂtoÂry and sevÂerÂal othÂer hefty catÂeÂgories, and, for the most part, there’s not much for anyÂone seekÂing light sumÂmer readÂing, unless you’re the sort who regÂuÂlarÂly brings Kant, Hume, Herodotus, and Pepys down to the seaÂside. (Note: The Guardian pubÂlished FriÂday The Best HolÂiÂday Reads, which goes heavy on vacaÂtion-worÂthy ficÂtion.)
SevÂerÂal years ago we asked you to tell us about the books that changed your life, and you delivÂered. (Your first choice by a wide marÂgin was George Orwell’s 1984.) This time around, we want to hear your favorite non-ficÂtion books, and we’ll both post your choicÂes and — of course — let you know if they’re availÂable for free online.
We’ll kick it off with a few perÂsonÂal favorites:
The PosÂsessed, by Elif BatuÂman. A delightÂful remÂiÂnisÂcence by a recovÂerÂing gradÂuÂate stuÂdent, in which she treats, among othÂer things, RussÂian novÂelÂists, doomed love affairs, acaÂdÂeÂmÂic conÂferÂences, TurÂkic poetÂry, and mostÂly, the pleaÂsures and perÂils of lovÂing books just a litÂtle bit too much.
The Best AmerÂiÂcan Sports WritÂing of the CenÂtuÂry, editÂed by David HalÂberÂstam and Glenn Stout. You don’t even need to know or care about sports, because like all great litÂerÂaÂture, these essays aren’t realÂly just about what they’re about. The subÂject may be sports, but the stoÂries are AmerÂiÂca.
Your turn! Feel free to add your favorites to the comÂments secÂtion below…
SheerÂly Avni is a San FranÂcisÂco-based arts and culÂture writer. Her work has appeared in Salon, LA WeekÂly, MothÂer Jones, and many othÂer pubÂliÂcaÂtions. You can folÂlow her on twitÂter at @sheerly.
We didÂn’t have cell phones [durÂing my days at NorthÂwestÂern]. If you made plans to meet someÂone in a snow storm and they didÂn’t show up, you just assumed that they were devoured by wolves and went on with your life. And we couldÂn’t text, and we cerÂtainÂly couldÂn’t sext each othÂer. If you wantÂed to send someÂone a picÂture of your priÂvate parts, you had to fax it. That’s how Kinko’s got its name!
Best Advice:
In my expeÂriÂence, you will truÂly serve only what you love, because serÂvice is love made visÂiÂble. If you love friends, you will serve your friends. If you love comÂmuÂniÂty, you will serve your comÂmuÂniÂty. If you love monÂey, you will serve your monÂey. If you love only yourÂself, you will serve only yourÂself and you will have only yourÂself… Try to love othÂers and serve othÂers, and hopeÂfulÂly find those who will love and serve you in return…
Clarence Clemons, the saxÂoÂphonÂist who played alongÂside Bruce SpringÂsteen for four decades, passed away today at 69. The Big Man and his sound will be missed.
Above, a simÂple mournÂful reminder of what we’ll be going withÂout: First up, a soulÂful solo from “JunÂgleÂland,” perÂformed in MilÂwauÂkee back in March 2008. And then a return to the earÂly days, a youthÂful perÂforÂmance of “ThunÂder Road” recordÂed at the CapiÂtol TheÂatre, PasÂsaÂic, NJ (1978). Clarence takes over at the 6:12 mark.
It’s hard to do cinÂeÂmatÂic jusÂtice to any good novÂel, let alone the greatÂest of RusÂsiÂa’s many great novÂels, Leo TolÂstoy’s War & Peace. But SoviÂet direcÂtor Sergei BonÂdarchuk someÂhow manÂaged to pull it off. ReviewÂing BonÂdarchuk’s film back in 1969, a young Roger Ebert wrote:
“War and Peace” is the definÂiÂtive epic of all time. It is hard to imagÂine that cirÂcumÂstances will ever again comÂbine to make a more specÂtacÂuÂlar, expenÂsive, and — yes — splenÂdid movie. PerÂhaps that’s just as well; epics seem to be going out of favor, replaced instead by smallÂer, more perÂsonÂal films. PerÂhaps this greatÂest of the epics will be one of the last, bringÂing the epic form to its ultiÂmate stateÂment and at the same time supÂplyÂing the epiÂtaph.
No corÂners were cut, and no expensÂes spared, in makÂing the film. Indeed, the film (availÂable on DVD here) was made “at a cost of $100,000,000, with a cast of 120,000, all clothed in authenÂtic uniÂforms, and the Red Army was mobiÂlized to recreÂate Napoleon’s batÂtles exactÂly (it is claimed) as they hapÂpened.” What’s more, 35,000 cosÂtumes were made for the proÂducÂtion, and many SoviÂet museÂums conÂtributed artiÂfacts for the proÂducÂtion design. That’s stagÂgerÂing, even by today’s stanÂdards.
Released in four parts between 1965 and 1967, the AcadÂeÂmy Award-winÂning film runs more than sevÂen hours and you can now find it playÂing on YouTube. You can watch Part 1 here, and here you have Part 2, Part 3 and Part 4. And if you need subÂtiÂtles, click CC at the botÂtom of the videos. The film is, of course, listÂed in our colÂlecÂtion of Free Movies Online.
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