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(Aka The (Tr)Aisle. Kafka meets the self-checkout of the future. As tweeted via Seedpod Publishing)
I used to make music in my cellar. Bad music (think Jonah Hill in Cyrus). Then I started writing short stories (not bad, but not particularly good). I suppose I’d still like to be a musician though, which is why my writing touches on music a lot (lyrics, club scenes etc).
I grew up listening to Beck. He also started out making music in the basement. Look at his first 2 or 3 albums: Golden Feelings, Stereopathetic Soul Manure. Low fi, fuzzy round the edges. Noise tracks inserted here and there. Grunge and the abstract.
Then Odelay happened. Yes, Mellow Gold has Loser on it, but Odelay changed things for him. Slicker, yet still distinctively Beck. Cut and paste, highs and lows. Pop and folk. Rap and rock. The sound of the 90s.
I’d like to think that’s where I am with my writing. I wrote a book when I was 20, a tuneless debut that has its moments, has potential. It got released last year, after I finished my 2nd novel. It’s experimental, raw. Abstract.
Now for 2013, and my 2nd novel is my Odelay. Me finding my tune, my audience. My pop music, pop art, Pop Tarts. Like Animal Collective, Flaming Lips, I’m rising from the obtuse into opus territory. I’ve even used a Beck lyric in my epigraph to the manuscript. It’s a tale for the millennials, too.
Maybe this is an apology for bad art. But I really do believe everyone starts somewhere.
- Giacomo Lee, 2013
Novels by elegiacomo (/giacomo lee):
Short stories (read all here):
after a year of writing, rewriting, editing and general lazing around, I’ve finally finished and polished my 2nd book. thank fuck
Fiction is weird. The people in fiction are, well, fictional. Made up. They have no lives, and nothing they do, and nothing that happens to them has any consequences in the real world. By definition: made up people don’t affect reality. And yet, our bodies don’t seem to know this. Yesterday, I actually made a loud, horrified noise as I read an advance copy of Daniel Kraus’s forthcoming – and wonderfully horrifying – novel, Scowler.
I’m currently reading this great short from the excellent Arc magazine, and I’m a little unnerved as I submitted a very similar story for the same competition. Mine though was told from the POV of the robot.
kalduraqualove asked: though ive never been to korea i would really like to travel there. i think its really cool that you are doing this. and i really look forward to reading this one day.
thanks, great to read :)
From gay cowboys and flying ninjas, to green men with anger-management issues, Ang Lee’s covered a lot in his 20 year career. After heading back east for 2007′s Lust, Caution, and losing his footing a few years later with the half-baked Taking Woodstock, the Taiwanese-born director returned to widespread acclaim with this month’s Life of Pi. Deciding to adapt the magical-realist tale of one boy and his tiger adrift at sea was a shrewd move perfectly suited to Lee’s talents, and with Oscar-buzz already overflowing, be sure to see this man’s name on next year’s list.
(photo taken at Gangnam Station)
A review of Bleak Night by Giacomo Lee for New Korean Cinema
A review of Dumplings by Giacomo Lee for Yam Foodathon
These were posted onto my main blog, elegiacomo
Ki Duk Kim by Giacomo Lee
Bursting onto the world stage with 2003′s elegiac Spring, Summer, Fall, Winter… and Spring, Ki Duk Kim is of a dedicated breed of arthouse director specializing in that contemporary sort of existentialism which Korea’s so good at making. Sadhouse cinema, if you will. After being beset by personal tragedy in recent years, Kim returned in style with Pieta, the first Korean film to win at the three major international film fests, scooping both Venice’s Golden Lion award and the prestigious Un Certain Regard trophy in Cannes this year. Korean sadhouse is surely here to stay, with Ki Duk Kim riding the crest of its wave
This year I wrote for London’s Shortlist magazine as part of a mini-internship. Here are some articles from 2 issues by Giacomo Lee:
Until May 12 at various venues, jerryseinfeld.com
Bestowing us with his presence for two dates in Manchester and Birmingham, the master of his domain is back once again, which is good news for those of us who missed Seinfeld’s most recent dates in London. Observe how it’s a lot less pricey too this time round, so no guilt as you sit back and enjoy a master class in observation comedy . Now how about Larry David gets his act over here?