Sorry, Cormac, maybe next year.
Sorry, Cormac, maybe next year.
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No.
Just, no.
I realize I am on enemy ground in saying this.
The only interesting thing in this for me is recognizing songwriting as a form of literature. That IS interesting. And I like Dylan. But no.
My father passed away this summer. but this, combined with the election, would have done him in for sure.
Yes, IC, yes. I have some ambivalence about this, too, to tell the truth, but it’s ambivalence with a big grin on its face.
One element of my ambivalence is that I actually think Dylan is larger than any prize. He’s an elemental force of nature.
Like a character in a Cormac McCarthy novel?
JOB
The loser now will be later to win.
The truest thing said yet about the award. Or rather, about Dylan vis-a-vis the award.
No offense to IC and anybody else who is offended enough to say “No” … but who gives a rat’s ass? I mean, really.
It’s going to be one hell of an acceptance speech though, and I, for one, am looking forward to it. If we’re lucky, it’ll go a little something like this: http://www.openculture.com/2014/09/hear-bob-dylans-unedited-bewildering-interview-with-nat-hentoff.html
I apologize to Jonathan in advance. I hope his Dylan gets a special day out of it. But Nobel…no.
Midterms. Possible career change. Writing on PAS. = CRANKY
Way to bury the lede, IC aka SWD! “Possible career change”?!?
Applying for a different academic job (still teaching Catholic theology, more research at an inst with a PhD program, big move) and also applying for a grant to collaborate on creating a spiritual direction apostolate for those in critical illness or dying. Maybe one, maybe the other. So, yes. But I may well stay here and if God wills it, etc….
Apparently Minnesota Public Radio is calling him a Sophocles.
No.
You all need to talk me down.
It’s just weird, is what it is. It feels like a desperate bid for relevance: “Hey, nobody believes that literature is shaping the world or the culture or the conversation at the collective water cooler or any such thing any more, so let’s find a place where words still seem to matter — songs — and give the award there.” Fine and good; gotta keep the brand fresh. SIGH. Except…Dylan? Dylan is many things, but fresh he isn’t. Pace, Rufus, but the man’s day has come and gone. It’s a little like giving the 2016 Science Nobel to the guy who invented penicillin. Was it huge? Sure. Are its effects still being felt today? Sure. But…
To be fair, the Nobel is given for a body of work, not what they’ve done lately. I think Steinbeck, at least, had his best stuff behind him – and it could be argued that the same is true even of Faulkner.
As to the point of music vs verse – I think I will defend Dylan a little here – his “Chronicles” can be read as a stand-alone – and Mr. Tambourine Man DID make it into Norton’s Anthology at one point (not sure it’s still there, but still…)
But still still – Cormac in 17! He’s going to win Big League!
Hee hee
JOB
Sorry, I said “Chronicles,” I meant “Lyrics.”
https://www.amazon.com/Bob-Dylan-Lyrics-1962-2001/dp/0743228278
JOB
You’ve got a lot of nerve, IC, to say you are my friend…
Hee hee.
Cormac in 17, baby!
JOB
I’d support Cormac. Plus he has that bleak edge that feels apropos to this election season.
Sorry, I thought you said “leak.”
Heh.
JOB