macho writers and women after they die

Am reading or re-reading two of the great macho writers: Dashiell Hammett and Robert E. Howard. Both were emasculated after death by female biographers who were close to them. Novalyne Price's posthumous quotes from Howard make him seem like another mere angry right-winger ranting about the death of civilization. Lillian Hellman in her intro to The Big Knockover dwells on Hammett's illnesses, drinking, and years as a non-productive writer.* I haven't read Price's Howard bios, only the quotes a Howard scholar lifted from them but REH sounds like an ass, which he is anything but in his supremely confident writing.
Price admits not liking one of his main creations, Conan the Barbarian. It's hard to see how this wouldn't color her impressions of the man. "Oh yeah, world, you like that big brawler? Well let me tell you about the mama's boy who created him (after he is safely dead)."
The interesting stories, O Long-Lived Women, are not the bundles of frailties behind the legends but how the frailties were transcended or sidestepped in writing that endures. In her Knockover intro Hellman tells us nothing about how the young Hammett could be so smart about human nature or how his years with the Pinkerton detective agency prepared him for his intricately-wrought plots. Instead we get emphysema, hoarding, booze and jail. You have to keep reminding yourself as you read what Mary McCarthy famously said about Hellman. Conan, as Howard paints him, is more akin to a philosopher-king than Schwarzenegger muscleman, and the stories, like Hammett's, have a preternaturally wised-up world view for having been written by someone so young (and even less travelled than Hammett). That's what we want to know about, not his personal opinions on, say, how decaying societies become sex-obsessed. In fairness to Price, perhaps her biographies bristle with more insight than the few quotes I've read -- will read them and let you know.
And of course, biography is not literary criticism and we shouldn't hold that standard to people who tell us about people. Unfortunately literary critics look at any scraps of biographical info (especially about tight-lipped writers) to explain the stories. Hence this short gripe.

*Update: A friend commented that Hellman also attests to Hammett's intelligence and character in that intro. True, but her compliments seem backhanded: the lingering image is of a man reading a stack of complicated books on a variety of subjects yet no longer assimilating them into art.

"As Real As It Gets" performance tonight

Tonight I'll be performing music at Apex Art in Tribeca in connection with the Rob Walker-curated exhibit "As Real As It Gets." Marc Weidenbaum organized the sound art component of the show, which runs until December 22, including tonight's event.

Repeating my earlier description:
Walker's show deals with branding and commercialism, including fictional precedents and fake products. Inspired by Emile Zola's description of a bustling 19th Century department store, Weidenbaum asked musicans to make and then modify field recordings of actual retail spaces in the present-day world.
My performance will include a music piece based on some of these recordings, as well as one other recent work.

The other performers are Arcka (Shawn Kelly), Brian Biggs, Ethan Hein, Kenneth Kirschner, Joon Oluchi Lee, and Roddy Schrock. The event starts at 6:30 pm at Apex Art, 291 Church Street, New York, NY. I hope to see you there.

short statements too long for twitter

Two kinds of people can be found on city streets: those with white wires trailing out of their ears, babbling gibberish into the void and those walking quietly -- observing, listening, thinking.

Last night something in a dream cracked me up and I woke up at 3 AM laughing. This rarely happens; am not sure it's ever happened. It was some combination of images and a badly spelled word.

I am about to jettison my landline. Verizon still has these legacy copper wire customers they are neglecting because the big push is for wireless this and that. Every year or so I get overwhelming static on the line and some hapless unionized guy has to go up the pole and kind of half-fix it. I will switch to all-cell service but it ain't gonna be Verizon. F*** your shitty company.

new, improved, nonexistent

It's hard to know what to tell kids about ethics when their elders blatantly, casually lie every day of the world. A small case in point (forgive the Andy Rooney mode): Verizon, everyone's least favorite phone provider, sends you an email with this graphic:

verizon_learnmore

They are telling you their website has been redesigned and want to waste some of your valuable time to explain more about it. But if you click through, you find out the redo hasn't happened yet!

verizon_scrolldown

So you "scroll down," which is Verizon parlance for clicking through more pages. You're thinking "maybe I'll find out when the new site goes live -- since I need to order some repair work on those copper lines they never seem to get around to upgrading." After viewing about eight more pages of preening and promises you come to a "pre-enroll" screen:

verizon_signupnow

Probably that should read "punked you again, fool." But kids, don't jack with people's expectations like this yourselves, or people will never trust you.

Update: Why did Verizon do this?