Archive for May 2014

Jim'll Paint It - a word of explanation

So, as you may or may not know, the great Jim’ll Paint It offered to paint me one of his amazing pictures to mark the publication of THE YEAR OF READING DANGEROUSLY. I thought about it for a bit and, partly as a nod to my first book TILTING AT WINDMILLS, came up with the following:

Dear Jim,

Andy Miller

Several weeks later, Jim responded with this:

As you can see, the painting is very obviously extraordinary and I am incredibly lucky that Jim agreed to paint it for me, especially as he receives hundreds of requests every week for pictures. N.B. Putting Kurt Vonnegut in the back row was Jim’s idea and probably makes the painting, which is why Jim is an artist and I’m not. I know he laboured long and hard to get Houellebecq’s trademark parka just right.

In fact, the picture would more accurately represent what’s in the book if I had asked Jim to paint Herman Melville and Dan Brown shaking hands after a closely-contested and entirely respectful game of crazy golf which has ended in a draw. But where’s the fun in that? As it stands, thousands of people all over the world have already seen this image, which has acted as a sort of visual blurb/virtual ambassador for the book in the run up to publication, and I have something remarkable and hilarious to remember this week by.

Thanks Jim. If I ever write another book, it’ll only be so I can get you to paint it.

Music to make the words sing for longer

NOTE: This is an extended version of a piece I wrote for the Independent, published on May 6 2014. It contains significantly more Miles Davis and a hilarious joke about Morrisons excised from the version in the paper.

MUSIC TO MAKE THE WORDS SING

In 1972, the trumpeter Miles Davis released a new LP called On the Corner. It rapidly became, in the words of the writer Paul Tingen, ‘the most vilified and controversial album in the history of jazz’. Critics from journals like Downbeat, who already viewed Davis’ electric music as a sell-out to rock, detested it; even some of the musicians who played on the album were baffled. And in fairness, even forty years later, On the Corner can set the unwary listener’s teeth on edge. Miles and his reluctant group sound like they’ve been awake for days, cranking out the same atonal riff, the tempo never varying, all possibility of self-expression utterly annihilated by the remorseless grind of the music. Quoting Nietzsche on Wagner, the jazz critic Stanley Crouch notoriously described On the Corner as ‘the greatest example of self-violation in the history of art’. But I love On the Corner. When I want to get some serious reading done, this is the record I choose.

I recently wrote a book about the year I spent reading fifty of the greatest and most challenging books in the canon – Jane Eyre, Moby-Dick, War and Peace and so on. As a full-time working and commuting parent, most of this reading was done on trains. Every morning I would board the 6.44am to London and try to focus my pre-office energies on, say, Catch-22 or The Epic of Gilgamesh. It soon became clear that the challenge lay not just in engaging with the books in question but also in keeping the babble of the carriage at bay: the bing-bong of train manager announcements, the tish-tish-tish of leaky white earbuds, the honking of comedy ringtones, the repetitive beats of the slow-rolling refreshments trolley – TEAS! COFFEES! LIGHT SNACKS! – or the snores emerging from the occupant of an adjacent seat. The perfect sound to accompany Jane Eyre would probably be silence. But silence was not an option.

How to start? When we read, we enter an interzone somewhere between the real world, the world of the book and the wilder shores of our imagination. So Bruno Mars is probably out. One option might be to create a playlist based on the book we happen to be reading e.g. Iris Murdoch’s The Sea, the Sea could be soundtracked by Debussy’s La Mer, Charles Trenet’s ‘La Mer’, ‘Ocean Rain’ by Echo & the Bunnymen and Adele’s ‘Rolling in the Deep’. However in my experience, this bespoke approach tends not to work. Each change of tone yanks the reader forcefully out of the book; too much time will be lost in contemplating one’s own cleverness rather than Dame Iris’s. And good luck compiling a Gilgamesh playlist.

Over the course of several books, I experimented with finding the music on my iPod which would block out extraneous noise but feed positively into the reading experience. It was surprisingly difficult. All my favourite records were too distracting – so no Kinks, Frank Sinatra or St Vincent. Songs with lyrics, especially good lyrics, were non-starters; concert orchestras, I discovered, were either too hushed or too bombastic; film soundtracks were incongruously syrupy or jarringly overdramatic; Eno’s Ambient 1: Music for Airports, though soothing, did little except provide a gentle sound-bed for other passengers’ unsought opinions and coffee-slurping. I attempted to read Samuel Beckett’s fiercely experimental The Unnamable to the strains of Lou Reed’s experimentally fierce Metal Machine Music. MMM successfully blotted out the carriage; unfortunately its sheer apocalyptic racket also blotted out the book. At the end, I had no sense whatsoever of what it was I had just read and felt compelled to “read” the novel again as an audiobook. And actually, this being Beckett, it was a success. But at some level, audiobooks felt like cheating.

The trick, it seemed, was to find non-vocal, non-melodic music which proceeded at a regular pace and consistent volume without actually being, say, a field recording of the production line at the Ford Motors plant in Dagenham. A lot of Krautrock – that wave of German progressive rock from the late 1960s and early 70s – fit this pattern, groups such as Can, Faust and NEU!. The ‘sehr kosmische’ Galactic Supermarket by Cosmic Jokers provided a surprisingly sympathetic setting for Toni Morrison’s remarkable Beloved, and not because Morrisons is also the name of a supermarket. The music pushed me onward while helping me stay in the zone (or interzone), lending some ‘serious meditative usefulness’ to my reading, ‘serious meditative usefulness’ being one of the genre’s prime attributes, according to Julian Cope in his excellent book Krautrocksampler, which – not coincidentally – I had read directly before Beloved.

Which brings us back to On the Corner. Jazz curmudgeon Stanley Crouch dismissed In a Silent Way, Miles Davis’s earlier, gentler foray into electric sound as “droning wallpaper music” without comprehending this was precisely what was good about it. On the Corner’s unique combination of groove, clatter and occasional outbreaks of melody suited my reading needs perfectly. I could drift in and out of the music while losing myself in Don Quixote – or vice versa. Somewhere off in the distance lay the 6.44am train and all its noisy cargo. The LP became so ingrained with the great books that now when I pick up a new novel, I find it hard to concentrate without the help of two drummers, an electric-sitar player, a bewildered cellist, a squelching Moog synthesizer and high-pitched squeals of trumpet fed through a wah-wah pedal by one of the preeminent artistic visionaries of the twentieth century.

Of course, great, challenging music like that contained in On the Corner is not utilitarian or functional. It should be engaged with every bit as much as great, challenging literature. And as a soundtrack it may not work for you, one person’s serious meditative usefulness being another’s droning wallpaper. But sometimes we need a boost, a guiding hand, to help us across the threshold of art – and it can come from some surprising places. Who knows? There may yet be life on Bruno Mars.