I bought "What We Talk About..." at a yard sale for $1, went home and read "Why Don't You Dance.?" There was more to it, indeed. Thanks for the upload.
I never read the man as "desperate." He's calm, in control. When you've got nothing left to lose, and nothing left to prove, it's as if you're invincible. I know this, from personal experience, unfortunately.
Yes, desperate seems like a wrong word. It's more about how tired he is of dealing with his life- not in a suicidal way but more in an 'inevitable' kind of way. The indifference that comes after you've been beaten down by life.
it's the girl who calls him desperate. She was wrong about him, but she just knew it uncnsciously...that's why she wanted to talk it out of her system. But she couldnt.
Chandler's "Why Don't You Dance" reminds me of the Bukowski poem "Hell is a Lonely Place". Both present a juxtaposition of old and new meeting in a domestic space via the tragedy of life.
The "more to it" is that the guy is probably going to suicide. The furniture in the yard was the prelude. The Hemingway story is about the 2 guys getting together. Very different stories.
Hi! I like very much your analysis of the story, I've been thinking in Raymond Carver's style. I think that it's very paradigmatic of the northamerican literature style, very close to journalism and a cinemathic structure. I would like to know your opinion about this; I think there's a school behind Carver, Bukowski and Fante. (Forgive my english I am not very good at it) Greetings from Mexico :D
Even though I think Carver's icebergs don't have as much underwater mass as you do, they are skillfully minimalist. I think of them more as an icecube floating around in a big glass, of booze no doubt. But your discussion was interesting.
Well, how droll. We get it. Carver--amongst many authors--really enjoyed the booze, right? NB for Future: Facts which were even initially, patently obvious and over time become abundantly-evidenced and publcly admitted to do NOT become any clearer via trite repetition. See, we all know Carver was an alcoholic but that's not so much relevant to the question of his 'greatness' or not-so-greatness as a writer which is really the 'un-posited posit' apparent in your comment. You basically stated that some of his stuff is good but that you don't view Raymond Carver's literary 'ice bergs' all that great and grandiose. You give nod to his talent but cannot call his 'ice bergs' ice bergs as such because you don't feel stunned by their massive beauty. Instead, you comment that Carver's 'ice bergs' are not so impactful and should really be called 'ice cubes.' Ok, then let me ask you this: If Carver's ice bergs are really ice cubes for you, then what other similar author's ice bergs (and in which of his/her stories) do you read and feel like, 'Wow, this piece of writing by is so powerfully wrought that this author's ice bergs truly are ice bergs?
I bought "What We Talk About..." at a yard sale for $1, went home and read "Why Don't You Dance.?" There was more to it, indeed. Thanks for the upload.
This is the one that always seriously stuck with me.
Wonderful video - thank you for sharing your thoughts and insight
Your videos are incredible! This is one of my favorite writers and this is one of my favorite stories. An excellent analysis.
I never read the man as "desperate." He's calm, in control. When you've got nothing left to lose, and nothing left to prove, it's as if you're invincible. I know this, from personal experience, unfortunately.
Yes, desperate seems like a wrong word. It's more about how tired he is of dealing with his life- not in a suicidal way but more in an 'inevitable' kind of way. The indifference that comes after you've been beaten down by life.
it's the girl who calls him desperate. She was wrong about him, but she just knew it uncnsciously...that's why she wanted to talk it out of her system. But she couldnt.
Great video. Thanks, Paul!
Thanks for watching Outof the past! I love that you found this book at a yard sale!
Paul Griffin - - Do you not make videos anymore? Why?
Chandler's "Why Don't You Dance" reminds me of the Bukowski poem "Hell is a Lonely Place". Both present a juxtaposition of old and new meeting in a domestic space via the tragedy of life.
The "more to it" is that the guy is probably going to suicide. The furniture in the yard was the prelude. The Hemingway story is about the 2 guys getting together. Very different stories.
Yeah awesome stuff, thanx Paul
Hi! I like very much your analysis of the story, I've been thinking in Raymond Carver's style. I think that it's very paradigmatic of the northamerican literature style, very close to journalism and a cinemathic structure. I would like to know your opinion about this; I think there's a school behind Carver, Bukowski and Fante. (Forgive my english I am not very good at it) Greetings from Mexico :D
Thanks for the analysis! Wonder where you would see John Updike fitting in here.
Do you have any thoughts on what happens at the end of the story? Thanks for the video!
Even though I think Carver's icebergs don't have as much underwater mass as you do, they are skillfully minimalist. I think of them more as an icecube floating around in a big glass, of booze no doubt. But your discussion was interesting.
Well, how droll.
We get it. Carver--amongst many authors--really enjoyed the booze, right?
NB for Future: Facts which were even initially, patently obvious and over time become abundantly-evidenced and publcly admitted to do NOT become any clearer via trite repetition.
See, we all know Carver was an alcoholic but that's not so much relevant to the question of his 'greatness' or not-so-greatness as a writer which is really the 'un-posited posit' apparent in your comment.
You basically stated that some of his stuff is good but that you don't view Raymond Carver's literary 'ice bergs' all that great and grandiose. You give nod to his talent but cannot call his 'ice bergs' ice bergs as such because you don't feel stunned by their massive beauty. Instead, you comment that Carver's 'ice bergs' are not so impactful and should really be called 'ice cubes.'
Ok, then let me ask you this: If Carver's ice bergs are really ice cubes for you, then what other similar author's ice bergs (and in which of his/her stories) do you read and feel like, 'Wow, this piece of writing by is so powerfully wrought that this author's ice bergs truly are ice bergs?
This was really disappointing. I don't think you understand either story.
You look like that argentinian Jewish TH-camr lol