Perfidy by James Ellroy

September 5, 2014

Perfidia” by James Ellroy

Reviewed by Mark Lindquist
Special to the Seattle Times

James Ellroy can be ornery. “I hate hipsters, I hate liberals, I hate rock ’n’ rollers, I hate the counterculture, I hate movie people,” he said in an interview promoting his new novel, “Perfidia.” He also hates Presidents Clinton and Obama and has no use for the modern world.

Ellroy’s mother was murdered in Los Angeles when Ellroy was 10. The case was unsolved. “The Black Dahlia,” the first novel in Ellroy’s LA Quartet, was based on the unsolved murder of Elizabeth Short, which bore some similarities to the murder of Ellroy’s mother. Short’s body was found in an abandoned lot, mutilated, severed in half and posed. The press went crazy. Ellroy blended the facts of the case with fictional police officers and his own theories, which resulted in his 1987 breakout novel.

Three more novels completed Ellroy’s LA Quartet: “The Big Nowhere,” “LA Confidential” and “White Jazz.” Two of the books — “The Black Dahlia” and “LA Confidential” — were made into movies, and Ellroy became a literary celebrity of sorts. He followed the LA Quartet with The Underworld Trilogy: “American Tabloid,” “The Cold Six Thousand” and “Blood’s a Rover.” Writing about crime, corruption, greed, lust, brutality, drugs, madness and all the dark corners of the human psyche, Ellroy commingles fictional characters and incidents with historical characters and incidents, creating a weird pastiche of American life. 

His style, like his subject matter, is occasionally coarse.

“Perfidia” is a prequel to the LA Quartet and the Underworld Trilogy. Ellroy introduces us to younger versions of the characters who made him famous. Your appreciation of Ellroy’s unabashed attempt at the Great American Novel will depend, in part, on your familiarity with his oeuvre. I’ve read three of the seven books “Perfidia” riffs on and felt I was missing some pieces.

Still, the book is a compelling puzzle.

On the eve of the attack on Pearl Harbor, a Japanese-American family is found dead. Either they committed a ritualistic suicide, or they were murdered. Los Angeles Police Department Police Chief William H. Parker from “LA Confidential,” who was the actual police chief of the LAPD from 1950 until 1966, appears as Captain William H. Parker and oversees the investigation. Hideo Ashida, a police chemist, and the only Japanese-American employee of LAPD, is assigned to work the case.

Kay Lake, from “The Black Dahlia,” appears as a 21-year-old adventuress learning her way around LA. “I wanted to run away to Los Angeles and become someone else there … I was equal parts innocence and lunatic grit.” Kay’s chapters, written in first-person diary form, were among the most engaging for me, illuminating the motives and desires of the men who are intertwined by the investigation.

Beginning on Dec. 6, 1941, and unfolding in 23 days of real-time narration, “Perfidia” is a murder mystery, a subversive historical novel, and a dark meditation on power, politics, race and justice.

Perfidia, a Spanish word meaning treachery or betrayal, is the title of a song from the big-band era. Ellroy used the song in “The Black Dahlia,” and it obviously still speaks to him. With “Perfidia,” he repeatedly returns to the scene of the crime.

Spring Fever

Sun is shining, weather is warmer, so I’m posting the summer blog entry early.

I hope you’re enjoying this surprisingly bright spring and taking time to read.

Books and Authors

God bless anybody who spends the time to write a book, especially someone starting a new career. I am impressed by my good friend from the Bad Old Days, Susanna Hoffs, who wrote her first novel after turning 60. Titled This Bird Has Flown, her book was just published by Little, Brown and Company. Yes, the title is taken from a Beatles song. 

Depending on your age, you might remember Susanna as a guitarist and lead singer for The Bangles. A talent for writing songs doesn’t necessarily translate to the long form of a novel, but in Susanna’s case it did. Her book is clever, catchy, and has a contagious joie de vivre, like some of my favorite songs. It’s a love letter to music, romance, and life.

Another friend from the Bad Old Days, Phil Joanou, who directed the U2 movie Rattle and Hum, also has a first novel out relatively late in life, It Just Happened.

Narrated by a twelve-year-old boy, this is among the best coming of age stories I’ve read since Catcher in the Rye and Summer of ’42. I actually enjoyed it more than either of those classics because it’s set in the era of Watergate and The Happy Hooker and Phil, like Susanna, has a true knowledge of and affection for pop culture.

Here in Tacoma, my friend Jack Cameron is trying a different approach to the book game through substack. You might know of Jack as the man behind Tacoma Stories. I’m hooked on his newsletter and serial book.

One of my favorite non-fiction writers, Ryan Holiday, is coming to Seattle. He will be speaking with Robert Greene, the author of The Laws of Human Nature, among other books, at the Moore Theatre on September 21. Maybe I’ll see you there?

And I must mention two cool young authors I discovered through Twitter, Chandler Morrison and one of the more awesome author names in literature, Autumn Christian. Thanks Elon Musk. Yes, I am still on Twitter, albeit only occasionally.

And I’ve just started reading The Art of Learning, which was written by the Chess Master who was the subject of the book and movie, Searching for Bobbie Fischer, Josh Waitzken. He later became a martial arts champion. So far, so good. I’ll come to this book in a future post.

So many good authors, so little reading time. This weekend you can find me making time to read at Urban Ocean.

Google Reviews

On advice of friends like you, I opened a Google business page for Mark Lindquist Law. Many of you know my work and I would be grateful if you would add a review to the page. Right now the new page is lonely. Click here and put some good vibrations into Google. Thanks!

I have to add I’m deeply thankful for all the support I’ve received starting the new firm. I’m honored and blessed to be working on remarkable cases for cool clients. 

I am highly selective about new cases my firm takes on, but if we can’t help, I am happy to refer people to an attorney who is well suited to their case. Feel free to call me.

In my next email I’ll include updates on my case against Boeing and wrongful death cases against Clark County and Seattle, among others.

Meanwhile, you can check case progress on my firm website or firm Facebook page. Also, please sign up for the newsletter, which I send out about three times a year.

According to the Chinese lunar calendar, 2022 was the year of the tiger and 2023 is the year of the rabbit, so life may be a bit more calm and introspective. To everything there is a season.

Miscellaneous Mischief & News

Bates Technical College, where Chelsea works as Communications Director, had a successful seven-year re-accreditation site visit last month, so that’s excellent news. Additionally, Bates President Lin Zhou won CEO of the Year Award from the state’s trustee’s association. Bates is on a roll. 

Sloane, who turns 13 this summer, is finishing seventh grade at Saint Pat’s. Yes, some of you might recall she was born on 8/9/10.

She’s keeping up her grades while also taking care of a growing puppy, honing her tennis game, and hanging out with actresses. You may have seen a picture of Sloane and a thespian friend on my personal Facebook page?

As for tennis, I’m pretty sure Sloane’s goal is to beat me soon. That day is coming. I’ll keep you posted.

And happy Mother’s Day to all you mothers. God bless you.

Thanks for reading.

New Years Day 2023

“You can always begin again.”

Both Buddha and Bono said this so it must be true.

For the Lindquist family, it’s been a year of new beginnings, interesting firsts, and good stories. And, as I like to say, person who dies with the most stories wins.

New Puppy

Our first snow at Seabrook, our first trip to Disneyland, and our first puppy were among the firsts of 2022.

For more pictures from Seabrook, including the Great Snow, visit our Urban Ocean Instagram.

Many of you were aware of Sloane’s relentless puppy campaign. I suspect you’re not surprised she prevailed. His name is Biscuit Ferris Lindquist. I amuse myself by asking, “Where are Sloane and Ferris?” I rewatched Ferris Bueller’s Day Off for the eleventh time this year.

As the Assistant Director of Communications at Bates Technical College, Chelsea had a crazy busy year. Among other things, First Lady Jill Biden visited Bates, which was a massive undertaking for the college. Still, Chelsea has found time to coach Sloane on puppy care. Biscuit is growing on Chelsea. And on me, too. 

I’ve been playing tennis with Sloane. She is on the verge of trouncing me. I’m continuing to educate her on the best bands, movies, and books before the bad influences of high school begin. She recently defended R.E.M. and Peter Buck when a schoolmate said the band was “lame.” I was proud. You have to stand up for what you believe in, especially when it comes to friends and favorite bands.

New Law Firm

Chelsea and I appreciate our many friends for the enthusiastic support of my new firm, thank you. We are also grateful to my clients for their continuing faith. After many years of incredible career experiences — writing and public service and an excellent firm — time came to form Mark Lindquist Law. 

In December, all four TV stations showed up to cover my first lawsuit filed under the new firm banner, a wrongful death case against Seattle involving a botched “blacklist” used in 911 call responses. Dan Beekman at the Seattle Times followed up with an article highlighting the need for Seattle to update and change their process. 

Part of what I love about my work is the opportunity to win justice for victims and their families and also accountability for corporations and governments engaged in bad conduct. This can lead to changes.

Speaking of corporate bad conduct, my case against Boeing for the crash of the Boeing 737 Max 8 in Ethiopia may finally be headed for trial in 2023. I’ll keep you posted on my firm website or firm Facebook page

Meanwhile, we are adding a “testimonial” section to the website. I’d be honored if you would email me a testimonial from your perspective as a client, colleague, opposing counsel, community leader, or whomever you are. I’m grateful to all of you who have already sent one, thanks.

New Years Day

In the winter of 1983 I bought U2’s War on vinyl. 

As I walked out of the store, I removed the LP from the bag for some reason. A stranger saw me staring at the cover art. Best album ever, he said. Or something like that. He was right. 

To my mind. “New Years Day” and “Sunday Bloody Sunday” were the amazing songs promised by “I Will Follow” on their first album. 

A few years later I was lucky enough to hang out with the band and see behind the curtain when my friend Phil Joanou was directing the U2 movie Rattle and Hum. Some of you have heard those stories. Now I’m listening to Bono’s book Surrender on Audible. Charlie Harger at KIRO radio deserves credit for advising me to listen to it rather than read it. 

Here is Bono in a radio interview, “I have written that book that sits in front of you right there is because I wanted to explain, to myself and to my family and to my friends, what I’ve been doing…. And it wasn’t just, you know, being off – running away with the circus. It was other extracurricular activity – mission creep, you could call it. But … it was key values of U2 that were being worked out here.” 

If you are trying to work out the key values of your life or work, this is a guidebook of sorts from an ambitious musician who has not worked it all out, but is having a grand time trying.

Still, my nod for best non-fiction book of 2022 goes to Discipline is Destiny by Ryan Holiday. “This means first, the discipline to step away and think: What am I doing? What are my priorities? What is the most important contribution I make — to my work, to my family, to the world?” 

Chelsea, Sloane and I hope you begin again and start some new stories this year.  We look forward to our paths and plot lines crossing.

Lately I’ve been writing more in my Mark Lindquist Law blog then in this author blog, so please connect with me there. Thanks for reading.

Zen Lawyer

I’m grateful to be writing this from Bali. I’m taking a brief and beautiful break from one of my aviation cases in Indonesia. 

There is something Zen about the vibe here, which made me think it was a fitting time to post Chapter One of my Zen Lawyer column from the Tacoma Pierce County Bar News. 

I previously posted Chapter Ten on meditation.

Thanks for reading.

Zen Stories

“It’s not personal, it’s strictly business.”

Zen is a famously elusive concept. The word Zen is the Japanese pronunciation of the Chinese character chan, which derives from dhyana,a Sanskrit word for Buddhist meditation.

Buddha believed we suffer because of unsatisfied desires and resistance to the natural law of impermanence. Zen is an antidote of sorts. Because Zen defies precise description, Zen teachers use stories and riddles to illustrate the meaning.

One of my favorite Zen stories is known by different titles, including “Luck” and “Maybe.” My affection for the story may be due to the fact I’ve always felt lucky.

Luck Maybe

A farmer’s horse ran away. Upon hearing the news of the famer’s loss, his neighbors came to visit.

“Such bad luck,” the neighbors said.

“Maybe,” the farmer said.

The next day, the horse returned, bringing with it two wild horses.

“Such good luck,” the neighbors said.

“Maybe,” the farmer said.

The next day, the farmer’s son tried to ride one of the wild horses, was thrown and broke his leg.

“Such bad luck,” the neighbors said.

“Maybe,” the farmer said.

The next day, military officials came to the village to draft young men into the army. They did not take the farmer’s son because his leg was broken.

“Such good luck,” the neighbors said.

“Maybe,” the farmer said.

And so on.

Courtroom Luck

Catholic Buddhist Jack Kerouac put it this way in his novel, On the Road, “Nobody knows what’s going to happen to anybody besides the forlorn rags of growing old.”

During a recent trial, I watched a lawyer lose a motion to exclude a witness and become angry. When the witness took the stand, the lawyer was still angry. As the sympathetic witness testified, the lawyer grew angrier. The lawyer was still fighting the motion he lost, he saw the witness as a bad break, he was lost in his anger. As a result, he missed an opportunity to perhaps gain something from the witness.

I watched this un-Zen example play out with a sort of awe because the angry lawyer managed to violate three precepts of Zen in one cross-examination: 1) it’s not personal, 2) things are not always what they seem, and 3) be present in the moment.

Nobody knows what’s going to happen to anybody.

Finding Zen

Zen can be found everywhere, in stories, in songs, in the courtroom, and in any moment you choose. As Robert Pirsig, the author of Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, said, “The only Zen you find on mountaintops is the Zen you bring there.”

You can even find Zen inThe Godfather, which I quoted at the beginning of this chapter.

It’s not personal.

Zen Lawyer

To be a Zen lawyer, next time you take something personally, or you imagine you know what something means in this short and uncertain life, or you cannot let go of something, take a deep breath.

Then count to Zen.

Willie Garson’s Friends

On September 21 my iPhone started buzzing with text messages from friends, some of whom I hadn’t heard from in years or even decades. Willie Garson’s death was tweeted by The New York Times as “Breaking News” and it echoed across the country.

“Amazing how much love he’s getting nationally,” one friend texted. “He would be very proud.”

Willie died of pancreatic cancer at 57. Steve Jobs died of the same cancer at about the same age and Willie’s death put me in mind of something Jobs said in a commencement speech.

“Remembering you are going to die is the best way to avoid the trap of thinking you have something to lose. You are already naked. There is no reason not to follow your heart.”

Willie was born and raised in New Jersey. While in high school, he decided to become an actor. He graduated from Wesleyan College with a degree in theatre. From there he went on to act in over 70 movies and appear in hundreds of TV shows. He followed his heart and, despite his penchant for snarky complaints, his pleasure with his chosen path was palpable.

Working Actor

A working actor, according to The New York Times, “is an actor who while never achieving stardom, has a long and productive career and earns a better than decent living and has the admiration of his peers.” Working actor is how the Times described Willie in his obit. I agree.

Willie was also, according to the Times, “a world-class poker player.” I disagree. Willie and I played in the same poker group every Monday night for several years. He was pretty good. He was bold, and fortune favors the bold, but his bluffs could be easy to read and his calls often crazy. He loved the game though and religiously showed up.

On Nov 13, I attended Willie’s memorial service in Los Angeles. Willie basically directed the production from his deathbed so it was more like a variety show than a service. There were numerous speakers and performers and over 500 guests, more than the rows of white chairs could handle. Willie was smart enough to set his service in a space that was slightly too small and therefore it overflowed.

Also, it was outdoors so the celebrities, semi-celebrities, and other familiar faces could buzz about without masks.

Willie’s Friends

In his parade through life, Willie charmed a large variety of people. “We’re all Willie’s friends,” as one speaker said, trying to tie together the diverse demographics.

Many surreal moments arose as friends of Willie reunited. Harry Dunn couldn’t make it, but his daughter Flannery did. Flannery’s poker-playing father was the namesake inspiration for the character Harry Dunne in Dumb and Dumber, which was written and directed by Peter Farrelly, another poker group regular. Also present from our group was John Philbin, former actor and USC classmate of mine, now a surf instructor for, among others, Jay McInerney, the author of Bright Lights, Big City, our nightlife bible of the 80s.

All of us experienced plot twists through the years, but here we were now in the same place. Willie’s friends.

At poker and when we were out clubbing, Willie would find a way to remind us Marisa Tomei was a close personal friend. “She’s very cool,” he would say. He also claimed Elvis Costello was a very good friend, which was one of his most ridiculous declarations. We often doubted Willie’s alleged celebrity connections. When Marisa spoke at his service, however, I gave silent kudos to Willie. She obviously adored him.

Speakers lauded Willie’s joie de vivre and affectionately made sport of his foibles. For example, there was his constant complaining, his world-class name-dropping, his comical allegiance to whatever friend was most hot in the industry.

Swingers was one of Willie’s favorite movies, or at least one of his favorites to quote. In a way, he was the Trent of our group, both insulting and inspiring his friends. “You’re so money and you don’t even know it.”

Last time I saw WIllie in person was on my King of Methlehem book tour and he was still quoting Swingers, though that may have been strictly for my amusement. He knew his audience. Time has come for me to confess I stole lines from Willie for Carnival Desires.

Ajay Sahgal, who hosted our poker game, spoke at the service. He told a not-family-friendly story about how he met Willie through me, which illustrated both Willie’s friendliness and brashness. “To Willie, what was the point of your life if you didn’t at least try to stand out,” Ajay said. “Willie stood out.”

In this, I was once again put in mind of something Steve Jobs said. “We’re here to put a dent in the universe. Otherwise why else even be here?”

Mr. Entertainment

Willie was ambitious and tireless, always hustling as several speakers observed. Sammy Davis Jr., “Mr. Entertainment,” was a role model of sorts. About 12 years ago, however, Willie paused. He adopted a son.

“As a narcissist actor, and I was the definition, I immediately became responsible for taking care of someone else,” Willie said in an interview. “It is such an important job and makes you grow in so many different ways.” He became an advocate for the adoption organization, You Gotta Believe.

Toward the end of the memorial, which ran longer than a Quentin Tarantino movie, Elvis Costello stepped up on stage. Willie’s very good friend Elvis spoke a bit and then sang the Sammy Davis Jr. classic “What Kind of Fool Am I,” a song about missing out on love, a favorite of Willie’s.

Willie made a point of not missing out on anything. He stood out, he dented the universe, he loved and, perhaps more than anyone else I’ve ever known, he made friends.

Whiskey Tango Foxtrot by David Shafer

August 3, 2014 

“Whiskey Tango Foxtrot” by David Shafer 

Reviewed by Mark Lindquist
Special to The Seattle Times

Literary fiction rarely seems edgy or even fun these days. One theory is that most of the smart, ambitious and talented writers started migrating to movies and television back in the 1980s.

Go west, young one.

David Shafer, author of “WTF,” missed the wagon train. We are lucky he did. His inventive, comic, dystopian semi-thriller restored my faith in fiction. Remember the TV show “Thirtysomething”? Shafer undoubtedly does. His novel is 30-somethings on pot, dosed with computers and conspiracy theories, zinging with wit and pop culture savvy.

His leading 30-somethings, Leo, Leila, and Mark, are brought together in an effort to oppose the Committee, a corporate cabal seeking to privatize and possess all the information in the world. Leo is a substance abuser with a trust fund, Leila is a former idealist working for an international nonprofit, and Mark is a best-selling and self-loathing self-help author.

Leila is recruited by the opposition, and she helps recruit Leo, who in turns helps with Mark. Leo and Mark are estranged friends from college. After Mark’s book, “Bringing the Inside Out,” became wildly successful, Mark ignored Leo. The book, “pretty basic stuff about how you’re never going to be certain, and there are too many variables to control for, and that probably the work of life is all about balancing,” deeply annoyed Leo.

James Straw, however, the master of the cabal, sees it as a motivational bible. He wants Mark to work for him as “Storyteller-in-Chief.” Straw offers Mark money and luxury. The equally shadowy opposition offers Mark, Leo and Leila “a chance to be part of something grander” than themselves.

Shafer’s writing is hip, wickedly hilarious, cutting edge, and ultimately concerned with old-fashioned notions of morality and redemption. He both mocks and adopts Mark’s counsel, “Build the world you want to be a part of.”

Happy New Year 2021

Today, January 31, is the last day I greet people with “Happy New Year!”

I am always enthused about starting a new year. I’m extra enthused this year. We sent out our New Year e-card with a Lindquist family update on New Year’s Day.

If you’re not already on our email list please join. Thank you.

Sad Movies

Meanwhile, in Spain, it’s the 30th Anniversary of the publication of my first novel, Sad Movies. Published in the U.S. by Atlantic Monthly Press, the book caught on and was published in seven languages. At the time, I thought this was pretty cool. I still do.

Outside of the U.S., it did best in Japan, Italy, Germany, and Spain.

Due to the anniversary, I was asked to do an interview for Vox Neuva. I think I said I look forward to visiting Spain again.

More Movies

As part of her ongoing pop culture education, my daughter Sloane and I watched Planet of the Apes. We started with the 2001 version. Next, we are turning to the 1968 original. The concept has aged well in our rancorous, divisive times.

Thanks to the pandemic, Sloane and I watched the entire Star Wars saga. We screened the movies in chronological rather than release order, which I recommend.

At some point, Sloane decided she needed a light saber. I bought her one. My wife Chelsea thinks I’m a sucker that way.

When the battery-powered light saber arrived, Sloane tested it out with joy. Still, after a while she wanted to know if she could have “a real one.” I asked Sloane’s friend and Congressman and fellow Star Wars fan Derek Kilmer if there were any real ones for sale. Apparently not.

New Books

I recommend Ryan Holiday‘s latest to begin your new year. The author of The Obstacle is the Way and Stillness is the Key explores stoicism further in Lives of the Stoics: The Art of Living from Zeno to Marcus Aurelius.

Organized into mini-biographies of various stoics, Holiday shares a highlight reel of life lessons.

“All things end. Philosophy is there to remind us of that fact and to prepare us for the blows of life.”

You can study in a few hours what it took some extraordinarily smart men decades of successes and failures to learn.

“Is it possible to be free from error? Not by any means, but it is possible to be a person stretching to avoid error. That’s what Stoicism is. It’s stretching. Training. To be better.”

For fiction, I recommend Jonathan Lethem’s new novel, The Arrest. It’s a dystopian, post-apocalyptic, Hollywood novel. The title refers to a day when technology stops working. Your iPhone, your car, your gun, your toaster, all of it stops.

This is difficult to imagine, but Lethem has a lively imagination.

As always, Lethem’s writing is smart, strange, sentence-driven and visual. “It was a season of burning leaves, burning light. Heaps of things burning.”

Personally, I’m a fan of his brief, cryptic chapters, though some might find a chapter consisting of a single sentence to be a tad too short.

This is Lethem’s 12th published book. About 15 years ago, I reviewed a collection of his essays, The Disappointment Artist. I’ve remained a fan.

Sriwijaya Air

Meanwhile, we’ve successfully resolved our cases against Boeing in the crash of Lion Air Flight 610. We were honored to represent 46 victim families. Assisting the families and getting to know the culture and country of Indonesia was a highlight of my legal career.

Sadly, another Boeing plane crashed in Indonesia recently, Sriwijaya Air Flight 182. While it’s too soon to say what exactly caused the crash, some theories and prime suspects have emerged. You can read more about it at my lawyer website.

Please let me know if I can help with anything.

Thank You

During this pandemic, I am especially grateful to everyone who has stayed in contact through this blog and my email list.

Thanks for reading.

Bream Gives Me Hiccups by Jesse Eisenberg

October 4, 2015

“Bream Gives Me Hiccups and Other Stories” by Jesse Eisenberg

Reviewed by Mark Lindquist
Special to the Seattle Times

Depending on your taste, Jesse Eisenberg is either the funny, awkward guy who shot Bill Murray in “Zombieland,” or the funny, awkward guy who played Mark Zuckerberg in “The Social Network.”

He is not the funny, awkward guy who sang “These Eyes” in “Superbad,” though he is sometimes mistaken for him.

You might also know Eisenberg as the guy who penned a clever series of stories for McSweeney’s, “Restaurant Reviews from a Privileged Nine-Year-Old.” These stories and others make up his debut fiction collection, an alphabet soup of sketches, riffs, and innovations, including “A Short Story Written With Thought to Text Technology.”

The aforementioned “Thought To Text” story, like many in this book of 44 stories, starts with a deceptively simple premise, and then zigs and zags and surprises as Eisenberg reveals his characters. 

Eisenberg, an Academy Award nominee, recently shared his theory of character and comedy with NPR. “When you’re acting in something, even if it’s a comedy, you’re supposed to find the emotional truth in it. So even when I’m in a comedy, you end up trying to find … what’s driving a character and it usually has something to do with something that’s not that funny. And, of course, the juxtaposition of funny context and serious person dealing with funny context is what makes it funny.” 

And Eisenberg is funny.

In “A Marriage Counselor Tries to Heckle at a Knicks Game,” the title character encourages the New York Knicks, but “let’s also recognize the positive attributes of the opposing team.” She yells at the refs, “Are you blind? If so, it would be amazing that you’ve been accurately officiating up until this last play, which, for vantage reasons, appeared to be to be called incorrectly!!!”

The counselor concludes her heckling with these zingers, “May the home team prevail!!! Or the visiting team! Or, if possible, may they both prevail by transcending the false notion of prevailing!!!” 

Broken into sections such as “Dating,” “Self-Help” and “Language,” story titles include “My Roommate Stole my Ramen,” “A Post-Gender Normative Man Tries to Pick Up a Woman at a Bar,” “Final Conversations at Pompeii” and “Marv Albert is My Therapist.” 

In some instances, the whole joke seems encapsulated by the story title, but Eisenberg invariably tries to take the humor to another level and usually succeeds with wit and insight beyond his 31 years. 

“Whenever mom opens a menu, the first thing she does is look at the alcohol and breathe a sigh of relief.”

Eisenberg, also a playwright, is often compared to Woody Allen, likely because of their shared affinity for neurotics, intellectuals and artists. These stories remind me more of Steve Martin in the way they often subvert comic convention and, more significantly, in how the author empathizes with his characters. 

Eisenberg’s empathy, even more than his intelligence and wit, make him an artist worth watching.

Summertime Blues

What’s “the best live rock album ever” according to music critic Nik Cohn at The New York Times?

Hint: it features a 15-minute version of “My Generation.”

Yes, “Live at Leeds.” The Who. There are only six tracks on the original LP, while the CD has 14 songs. Both versions include the Eddie Cochran classic, “Summertime Blues.”

“Sometimes I wonder what I’m gonna do. But there ain’t no cure for the Summertime Blues….”

Ah, summer of 2020. I can hardly wait for the songs, movies, and books of this period in history.

Personal Injury Lawyer

Much of my time has been spent representing 50 victim families in the two crashes of Boeing 737 Max 8 aircraft in Indonesia and Ethiopia. We’ve settled some of our cases. We are still working on others. Whether by settlement or trial, our goal is justice for the victims, accountability for Boeing, and safer skies for everyone. You can read more at my lawyer website or a Tacoma Weekly front page story.

For half of 2019 and early 2020 I was in Jakarta and on Bangka Island getting to know our clients and the culture. Also, truth be told, I took a few days off to visit Bali. For pictures see my Instagram.

Book Recommendations

This blog began more than ten years ago as a vehicle for spreading the word about books, movies, and music. I’m short on recommendations this month, but Sloane has a couple.

At 14 Maria Sharapova became a professional tennis player. At 17 she won Wimbledon. And at 18 she was the number one female tennis player in the world.

Her biography is titled, Unstoppable, My Life So Far. I’ve been reading it with Sloane. Five stars, Sloane says. Recommended for all ages.

Sharapova herself says, “This is a story about sacrifice, what you have to give up. But it’s also just the story of a girl and her father and their crazy adventure.”

It’s also a story about the importance of a positive attitude, hard work, resilience, and luck. Therefore, it’s an outstanding book to give to the children in your life. And to the adults.

Over the Christmas break, Sloane read Sisters and Champions, the True Story of Venus and Serena Williams, a children’s book. The Williams sisters are tennis stars who competed with Sharapova and share the same commitment and work ethic.

You can see more of my book recommendations in my updated Links page, which includes dozens of book reviews for The New York Times Book Review, The Los Angeles Times Book Review, The Oregonian, and The Seattle Times, among other publications.

Thanks for reading.

My Liar by Rachel Cline

May 30, 2008

“My Liar” by Rachel Cline

Reviewed by Mark Lindquist
Special to The Seattle Times

Hollywood novels have a natural allure. Rachel Cline, a screenwriter and author of a previous novel, “What to Keep,” uses the Tinseltown setting to good advantage in her new work, “My Liar.”

An unassertive and insecure film editor, Annabeth Jensen, becomes entangled in a friendship with a hip indie-film director, Laura Katz, and their ephemeral, tricky relationship is mirrored by the illusory nature of the movie business.

Unfortunately, the complexity of Hollywood, commerce and artistic endeavors proves to be more interesting than the maddening relationship between Annabeth and Laura.

Desperate for Laura’s approval, Annabeth displays one of the least attractive aspects of show business: the neediness. I kept thinking about Sally Field’s infamous trill after winning her second Oscar, “You like me, right now, you like me!”

Annabeth, who comes to Hollywood from Minnesota, escaping an alcoholic father and angry mother, is fully imagined and well drawn, but Laura, about whom we learn less, is more compelling. Explaining Annabeth to her husband, Laura says, “She’s not really someone I need to cultivate professionally, and she can be a bit … snarky, but sometimes there’s this, I don’t know, momentum when we talk, like when you have a crush on someone in high school. … It’s just weird.”

And yes, it is weird, and it gets weirder. Annabeth and Laura begin working together, on Laura’s low-budget movie about a wide-eyed girl from the Midwest who comes to Hollywood for fame and fortune like thousands before her, and in the process their relationship shifts from adolescent crush to something, well, more deeply neurotic. The movie, titled “Trouble Doll,” is yet another mirror in the funhouse of reflections Hollywood stories often become.

Cline is a gifted writer with a clean, economical style, and she well understands both the psychology and the topography of Los Angeles and the movie business. Though I suspect Annabeth may embody some of Cline’s experiences as an artist in Hollywood, Laura seems to be the character with whom the author is more engaged.

Making a movie, like most serious efforts at art, requires an almost monomaniacal, and sometimes ruthless, devotion. The most interesting relationship in this book, for me, was the one between Laura and her movie.

Happy New Year 2020

Chelsea and I went fully digital with our New Year card this year. If you missed it, lament not, it’s still online.

We appreciate all of you who stay in contact with us through the email list, thank you.

In case you don’t recognize the giant Adirondack chair in the picture, it’s a Seabrook landmark. One of the things you’ll find in our new year update is a link to the Instagram for our new Seabrook beach place.

The setting is almost too perfect, like The Truman Show, and yet it works.

Steve Jobs on Trust and Destiny

You will also find a Steve Jobs quote, which I’ll repeat here. As my friends know, I love starting a new year. I always try to find the right quote to kick the year into gear. in 2019, I went with Brad Paisley. For 2020, Steve Jobs.

“You can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backward. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something — your gut, destiny, life and karma, whatever. This approach has never let me down, and it has made all the difference in my life.”

Lion Air Update from Chicago

I’m writing this on an airplane on my way back to Seattle from Chicago where the temperature was in the teens. I was hoping for snow, but only saw a few minor flurries. We have been mediating our Lion Air crash cases with Boeing in a series of sessions at the offices of Perkins Coie.

Boeing moved their headquarters from Seattle to Chicago in 2001 and many say this was when the cultural problems began at Boeing. Seattleites in particular say this. One of my hopes in this case is that safety and solid engineering return to their proper place as guiding values for the world’s largest aircraft manufacturer.

The flight from Seattle to Chicago is about four hours, or about 20 less hours than Seattle to Jakarta. Chicago is also a different world than the Northwest, but less different, of course, than Jakarta and other places I’ve visited in Indonesia. I’m looking forward to meeting more people and visiting more places in 2020.

“The world is a book and those who do not travel read only one page,” said Saint Augustine.

I am soon traveling again to Jakarta to see our clients. We represent 46 victim families in the Lion Air crash. I have grown to love the people, city, and culture.

People often ask me if working on these cases has made me wary of flying? No. But I do check what sort of aircraft I’m boarding. Tonight it’s a Boeing 737-800. This is part of a fleet of aircraft generally referred to as 737NG, or Next Generation. They have a good safety record.

The main culprit in the two crashes of the Boeing 737 Max 8 aircraft was a computer system unique to the Max. If you want to see a flock of grounded 737 Max planes, check my Facebook page.

The Art of Not Giving a Fu*k

Meanwhile, somewhere over the midwest, I’m reading Mark Manson‘s book, The Subtle Art of Not Giving a F*ck, which is actually about giving a fu*k about things that matter and only things that matter. In this, Manson is reminiscent of Marcus Aurelius who said, “You’re better off not giving the small things more time than they deserve. Forget everything else. Keep hold of this alone and remember it. Each of us lives only now, this brief instant.”

Manson is also reminiscent of Stoic scholar and marketing maven Ryan Holiday, though Manson is a less sober version of Holiday. I mean sober in the figurative sense, but it might be true in the literal sense as well, judging from Manson’s personal stories.

Saddled with an unfortunate last name, Manson tells his readers things we may not want to hear, such as, “you are not special,” “happiness is a problem,” the most meaningful moments in our lives involve pain and struggle,” and, the capper, “it’s all right to die.”

I find his book as entertaining as it is edifying. If you like profanity with your philosophy and humor with your self-help, Manson is your guy.

Speaking of things to not give a fu*k about, I’ve been too busy of late for politics, but I did pen a brief blog entry about statecraft, the lost art of politics, on my lawyer website.

The Trick is Not Minding

And speaking of Charles Manson, Quentin Tarantino’s Once Upon a Time in Hollywood , which loosely re-imagines the Manson murders, picked up 10 Oscar nominations, including, of course, Best Director. Though Academy Awards are not what they used to be — nine films are nominated for Best Picture — the world still watches. The question is will Tarantino finally win Best Director?

Lawrence of Arabia is available on my flight. I love the movie. In one of my favorite scenes, Peter O’Toole lights a match and lets it burns to his fingertips. A colleague, thinking it’s a parlor trick, does the same, but it’s painful and he quickly drops the match.

“That damn well hurts,” he says.

“Certainly it hurts,” Peter O’Toole replies.

“Well, what’s the trick then?”

“The trick, William Potter, is not minding that it hurts.”

I need to add that scene to one of my Zen Lawyer stories.

Much as I love the movie, Lawrence of Arabia is not fit for viewing on a small screen. Once Upon a Time in Hollywood, on the other hand, is better on a big screen, but still enjoyable on an Apple laptop.

Airport Books

An interviewer called Never Mind Nirvana, my third published novel, “an airport book.” I took this as a high compliment. To me, an airport book is one you can read in a single sitting.

I would say the same about Manson’s book. It’s an awesome airport book.

Thanks for reading.

Independence Day

I hope you enjoyed Independence Day. For the first time in a decade, I skipped the bands and the salmon bakes and the parades and escaped to our family beach place. It was awesome. Sloane loved hanging out with her cousins, taking boat rides, and playing on the beach.

Seaside Reading

There is something meditative about the sea. As John F. Kennedy said, “We are tied to the ocean. When we return to the sea, whether it is to sail or to watch, we are returning whence we came.”

The meditative aspect, however, was lessened slightly by the incessant fireworks, but no matter. It was cool.

The Lindquists ate fresh crab, drank cold beer, and generally relaxed. I caught up on my reading. Of late I’ve been focused on books about lawyers, trials, and our justice system.

Personal Injury Attorney

I’ve always loved being a trial lawyer, whether prosecuting a criminal case or a civil case. Justice, accountability, helping clients. The trifecta remains the same.

Please contact me if I can help with anything. Tell your friends, too, thanks.

Lion Air Update

Meanwhile, I’m continuing to work on the case of Lion Air JT 610, the first of the two Boeing 737 MAX crashes. I’ve spent much of 2019 in Indonesia. Recently I returned from Chicago where our federal lawsuit against Boeing is proceeding. You can read more about it in previous blog entries and on my attorney website. You can also learn more about it in a 60 Minutes Australia interview I did.

Life keeps growing more interesting. My memoir material keeps stacking up. Follow my Instagram for visual updates, including Independence Day photos and videos.

Book and Movie Recommendations

If you are looking for some smart summer reading, pick up Star Spangled Scandal: Sex, Murder, and the Trial that Changed America by Chris DeRose. I also recommend White by Bret Easton Ellis and, especially for Seattleites, Where’d You Go Bernadette by Maria Semple, which is just as funny on a second and third reading. Finally, Garth Stein‘s novel, The Art of Racing in the Rain, is out as a movie this summer.

Zen Lawyer, the book version, is coming together whenever I have time. Chapter One from my Bar News column is posted on my Medium page.

Enjoy summer. Appreciate your independence. Thanks for reading.

Global Safety

Some news is fake, but it’s still cool to wake up in Jakarta and see your case on the front page of The New York Times next to a teaser about an old friend and fine writer, Bret Ellis.

After reading the interview, which was more profile than dialogue, I am not sure how Bret has calmed down. I suggest you buy his new book to find out. I did.

Lion Air Update

The New York Times got it right in their story about Boeing, “Days of Silence and Mistrust.” Their investigative reporting has been top drawer.

Local papers usually do not have the resources or talent for true investigative reporting, but Dominic Gates and colleagues at The Seattle Times have written a series of first-rate, fact-based stories. Gates covered the initial filing of our lawsuit against Boeing.

Meanwhile, the Boeing 737 MAX 8 aircraft is grounded worldwide. First, Lion Air Flight JT 610 crashed after takeoff in Jakarta on October 29, 2018. Second, Ethiopian Airlines Flight ET 302 crashed after takeoff in Addis Ababa on March 10, 2019.

The circumstances surrounding the crashes are highly similar. I did an interview with 60 Minutes Australia discussing Boeing’s reaction to the unprecedented back-to-back crashes of a nearly new passenger aircraft.

The computer software that overpowered the pilots and drove both planes into fatal high-speed dives is called MCAS. At a press conference in Jakarta, I likened MCAS to HAL, the villainous computer in 2001: a Space Odyssey. Fortunately, there were some pop culture aficionados in the audience that understood and nodded.

““Liability will not truly be in dispute here. Boeing is at fault. Their equipment failed. Their planes crashed twice,” Mark Lindquist, an attorney who is representing the families of 26 victims of the Lion Air crash, told Yahoo Finance.

Public Safety and Personal Injury Law

I am honored to be representing victim families from both crashes. This has been a natural transition after a 23-year career as a prosecutor, from local safety to global safety.

In addition to aviation disasters, I represent victims and victim families in small plane crashes, wrongful shootings, government negligence, sexual assault, and other incidents causing death or serious injury. My focus is on cases against large corporations and the government.

For updates on these lawsuits, you can go to on my personal lawyer website, Facebook, Instagram, or my previous posts on this blog. Many of my cases impact public policy and corporate conduct.

Please contact me if I can help with anything. Tell your friends, too, thanks.

And thanks for reading.

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Greetings & Gratitude - Happy Thanksgiving! Fall is winning me over as a season. Gratitude and gravy, family and friends, a time to reflect on blessings and lollygag. As author, Holocaust survivor, and Nobel Peace Prize laureate Elie Wiesel said, "For me, every hour is grace. And I feel gratitude in my heart each time I can meet someone and… Continue Reading
Mark Lindquist blog post Spring Fever 2023 Spring Fever - Sun is shining, weather is warmer, so I’m posting the summer blog entry early. I hope you're enjoying this surprisingly bright spring and taking time to read. Books and Authors God bless anybody who spends the time to write a book, especially someone starting a new career. I am impressed by my good friend from… Continue Reading
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Lindquists wish you a happy 2022 Happy 2022 - Here we go again. New year, new beginnings, new mutations.  Chelsea, Sloane and I have been fortunate to see most of you this year and we hope to see more of you in a glorious 2022. According to internet numerology, which you can always trust, “2022 stands for success and making your dreams come true.”… Continue Reading
Willie Garson’s Friends - On September 21 my iPhone started buzzing with text messages from friends, some of whom I hadn't heard from in years or even decades. Willie Garson's death was tweeted by The New York Times as "Breaking News" and it echoed across the country. "Amazing how much love he's getting nationally," one friend texted. "He would… Continue Reading
Mark Lindquist in Borneo Back from Borneo - Indonesia continues to intrigue. On this trip, our band went up river all the way to Borneo. We represent 17 victim families from the crash of Sriwijaya Air Flight SJ 182 outside of Jakarta. There are both similarities and differences with our successful lawsuit against Boeing in the crash of Lion Air JT 610 where… Continue Reading
Foreign editions of Mark Lindquist novels Happy New Year 2021 - Today, January 31, is the last day I greet people with "Happy New Year!" I am always enthused about starting a new year. I'm extra enthused this year. We sent out our New Year e-card with a Lindquist family update on New Year's Day. If you're not already on our email list please join. Thank… Continue Reading
Happy Thanksgiving from Mark Lindquist, Chelsea, and Sloane Lindquist Gratitude - Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. At least that's how I feel today. This is the day to do what we should do every day: give thanks, acknowledge our blessings, live with gratitude. Marcus Aurelius begins Book One of Meditations with a gratitude list. Specifically, he thanks people who taught him virtue and helped shape his… Continue Reading
Author and attorney Mark Lindquist's daughter Sloane Lindquist Summertime Blues - What's "the best live rock album ever" according to music critic Nik Cohn at The New York Times? Hint: it features a 15-minute version of "My Generation." Yes, "Live at Leeds." The Who. There are only six tracks on the original LP, while the CD has 14 songs. Both versions include the Eddie Cochran classic,… Continue Reading
Mark Lindquist says Don't Come Together Coming Together by Staying Apart - Welcome to this special coronavirus quarantine edition of my blog. While this post lacks my usual book and movie recommendations, there are some life lessons with levity. Decades ago, Kurt Vonnegut said, “How should we behave during this Apocalypse? We should be unusually kind to one another, certainly. But we should also stop being so… Continue Reading
Mark Lindquist on the end of the world End of the World - News reports allege 38% of Americans blame Corona beer for the coronavirus. Maybe it’s fake news, maybe it’s true. Either way, I’m back in the U.S. after working in Jakarta and visiting Tokyo and it’s weird here.  As a comedian on Twitter observed, this is a time for us to all come together by being… Continue Reading
Mark Lindquist New Year newsletter with Chelsea and Sloane Lindquist Happy New Year 2020 - Chelsea and I went fully digital with our New Year card this year. If you missed it, lament not, it's still online. We appreciate all of you who stay in contact with us through the email list, thank you. In case you don't recognize the giant Adirondack chair in the picture, it's a Seabrook landmark.… Continue Reading
Stillness is the Key by Ryan Holiday Books Are Best Gifts - Happy Thanksgiving. Christmas is coming. 'Tis the season for gratitude and books. Books are, of course, the best gifts. While a bottle of single malt Islay Scotch is nothing to scoff at, liquor is still second to literature. I'm defining literature broadly to include "the entire body of writings of a specific language, period, people."… Continue Reading
Mark Lindquist Tacoma Weekly Cover Story Planes, Trains and Automobiles - Matt Nagle at the Tacoma Weekly wrote a smart cover story about the transition. It's a good read, though I might have titled it, "Planes Trains and Automobiles." Life Quotes One of my rules is to not read about myself. I broke the rule for this article. People suggested I post it and another one… Continue Reading
Lindquist beach house flag on Independence Day Independence Day - I hope you enjoyed Independence Day. For the first time in a decade, I skipped the bands and the salmon bakes and the parades and escaped to our family beach place. It was awesome. Sloane loved hanging out with her cousins, taking boat rides, and playing on the beach. Seaside Reading There is something meditative… Continue Reading
Aviation attorney Mark Lindquist in Jakarta Global Safety - Some news is fake, but it's still cool to wake up in Jakarta and see your case on the front page of The New York Times next to a teaser about an old friend and fine writer, Bret Ellis. After reading the interview, which was more profile than dialogue, I am not sure how Bret… Continue Reading
Carnival Desire by Mark Lindquist, German Edition Carnival Desires, German Edition - Thanks to German novelist Alice Winter for this cool spring shot of the German edition of Carnival Desires. The English version is available on Kindle. Vanity Fair called it a "witty, minimalist epic." Details magazine said it was "great postmodern literature." Published in 1990, it chronicles the adventures of a group of twentysomething friends in eighties Hollywood.… Continue Reading
Aviation Attorney Mark Lindquist in Indonesia Lion Air Lawsuit - I recently returned from another trip to Indonesia. We now represent 26 of the victim families in the Lion Air crash. Our case continues to gain strength. On the other side of the globe, an Ethiopian Airlines Boeing 737 MAX crashed on a flight from Addis Ababa to Nairobi. There were numerous similarities with the… Continue Reading
Mark Lindquist joins Herrmann Law Group sues Boeing Suing Boeing - On behalf of the families of 17 victims of the Lion Air crash in Indonesia, we filed a lawsuit against Boeing. You can read about it on my lawyer website or watch Q13 coverage. These families are heartbroken and need vigorous representation. In short, our lawsuit alleges two main points. One, Boeing equipment failed. Two, Boeing neglected… Continue Reading
Author and aviation attorney Mark Lindquist joins the Herrmann Law Group Splendid Moments, Memorable Adventures - "This is a brief life, but in its brevity it offers us some splendid moments, memorable adventures," Rudyard Kipling observed. I've written a few words about our lawsuit against Lion Air on my Medium page. And I'm continuing to add photos to my Instagram, which is now my primary social media. Anticipating a return to… Continue Reading
American novelist Mark Lindquist reading Indonesian novelist Pramoedya Ananta Toer Back In the USA - Back in the U.S. after more than a month working in Indonesia. I documented the adventure on my Instagram. In January I joined a personal injury firm where I've been representing a large number of family members who lost loved ones in the crash of Lion Air 610 out of Jakarta. My commitment to justice,… Continue Reading
Mark Lindquist wishes readers a happy new year. Happy New Year 2019 - Happy new year!  “And now let us believe in a long year that is given to us, new, untouched, full of things that have never been, full of work that has never been done." Here is my 2018 year-end list of books and movies. These are not necessarily the best. These are not necessarily even… Continue Reading
Home page for author and attorney Mark Lindquist Sometimes in Winter - Wherever I go I feel at home when I see my books or my friends' books on the shelves. Books are the best gifts and that's what I'm buying this holiday season. My recommendations include anything by Ryan Holiday, particularly The Obstacle is the Way and Trust Me, I'm Lying, a timely "cult classic that… Continue Reading
Mark Lindquist blogs about gratitude, holidays, and his novel Carnival Desires Mahalo and Carnival Desires - Happy Thanksgiving and Mahalo! As Maya Angelou said, "Be present in all things and grateful for all things." Back from a holiday in Hawaii, the Lindquists are feeling the Mahalo spirit. You can see more pictures on my Instagram. I've updated my Medium page and included a review of Carnival Desires, my second novel. It's… Continue Reading
Mark Lindquist thanks supporters. Thank You - I'm grateful for the support, assistance, and friendship through three elections. I’ve seen the good, the bad, and the ugly. I’ve kept my faith that public service and politics are a noble endeavor. I'm proud of the campaign we ran and the contributions our supporters made, bringing much needed graciousness and good will to the… Continue Reading
Vote to keep our Prosecutor Mark Lindquist #Vote - Trees are bending, leaves are flying, election season is ending. I appreciate everyone who stepped up to help our campaign. We focused on public safety and public service and had a good time. At our last event of the '18 season at the Swiss in Tacoma, I played "Wild Thing" and "Twist and Shout" with our… Continue Reading
Mark Lindquist invokes the Kennedy brothers Writers and Public Officials - This week I spoke at the City Club of Tacoma.   My closing was atypical in that I focused less on public safety and more on public affairs. In my opening, I discussed our innovative initiatives to make the community safer and reform the justice system, but in closing I told three quick stories relating to my… Continue Reading
Author Mark Lindquist and actress Molly Ringwald in the New York Post Transgressive Fiction - Here's a new literary website for you: transgressivefiction. It's pretty cool. And God knows the world needs more readers now. People sometimes ask if I read a piece about myself or my work and the answer is always, "No."  When I was a young novelist, my editor advised me against reading my reviews or profiles,… Continue Reading
Author Mark Lindquist daughter Sloane Lindquist wearing a Keep Our Prosecutor t-shirt August Activities - The events are endless, from street fairs to community celebrations, but for Sloane it is always about face painting. Chelsea and I appreciate all of you who greet us, share stories, and encourage us to keep up the good fight. We are grateful for the volunteers who continue to step up. Let us know if you… Continue Reading
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Prosecutor Mark Lindquist, Chelsea, and Sloane Lindquist Keep Our Prosecutor - Keep our community safe, keep our prosecutor. That's what good people in Pierce County are saying this year. I'm a career Prosecutor going into my tenth year. Time does fly. I've been appointed, elected, and re-elected. Now I'm running again to keep serving. Our public safety successes have been remarkable -- protecting elders, reducing gang… Continue Reading
Mark Lindquist Kickoff Concert with Peter Buck and The Beatniks Kickoff Concert with The Beatniks - The Keep Our Prosecutor Kickoff Concert with The Beatniks is Saturday, April 14, at 6 pm. Join us, thanks! Tacoma Mayor Woodards will welcome the crowd, Detective Ed Troyer will serve as Emcee, and The Beatniks will rock the Landmark Temple Theatre in Tacoma! We expect musical guest stars as well. You can learn more… Continue Reading
Mark Lindquist Superhero with Sloane Lindquist Happy New Year 2018 - Happy new year! I've updated my "Have a Pleasant New Year" article, a precursor to my "Zen Lawyer" column. I hope you experience plenty of pleasantness this year. Chelsea, Sloane and I are always enthusiastic about the spirit of adventure and growth inherent in a new year. Possibilities. If you are the sort who believes in… Continue Reading
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Mark Lindquist gives commencement speech Commencement Speech - I was happy to honor the 2017 graduates of Clover Park Technical College as their commencement speaker. There was a contagious spirit of initiative, adventure, and accomplishment in the Tacoma Dome. Here is the text of my speech, which was titled #fivehashtags. In an early draft, I included one of my favorite Zen stories, but it… Continue Reading
Mark Lindquist's second novel Carnival Desires Carnival Desires Redux - In June of 1992, Atlantic Monthly Press published my second novel, Carnival Desires. Details magazine called it, “Great postmodern literature. Romantic and cynical, true and original, full of modern ideas and seductive moments … " Vanity Fair called it, "a witty minimalist epic." Now I'm older and it's available on kindle. In the future book… Continue Reading
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Never Mind Nirvana by author and attorney Mark Lindquist Signed Books and Spirits Auction - Please join us November 17, 2016, at Kings Books in Tacoma, 7pm, for our 8th Annual Signed Books and Spirits Auction. #KeepOurProsecutor Guest star auctioneers will be auctioning off signed books from Governor Jay Inslee, U.S. Representative Denny Heck, and, of course, me. New York Times bestselling authors Maria Semple and Garth Stein have also… Continue Reading
Mark Lindquist playing guitar with Peter Buck of R.E.M. So You Wanna Be - Highlight of 2016 -- so far -- was playing guitar with Peter Buck of R.E.M. and the Beatniks at our summer celebration.  A great time was had by hundreds. You can find pics and vids at www.marklindquist.org or my Facebook page. Our next event will be the 8th Annual Signed Book and Spirits Auction at Kings Books… Continue Reading
Sloane Lindquist dances to the music of The Beatniks and Peter Buck of R.E.M. at Mark Lindquist fundraiser Happy Mid-Year - Happy mid-year! If you're in the NW, please join The Beatniks and surprise guests at our family-friendly summer celebration at Ruston Plaza, Saturday, July 30, 2 pm. For more details, go to our Facebook Event page, thank you. Zen Lawyer, Chapter 13, features one of my favorite riffs about integrity and quality from Steve Jobs. I've been reading… Continue Reading
Zen Lawyer by Mark Lindquist Zen Lawyer and Meditation - My Instagram account just went public. Zen Lawyer, chapter 10, features a crash course on one-minute meditation. Try it. I continue to write book reviews for the Seattle Times, including, most recently, "Breem Gives Me Hiccups & Other Stories" by Jesse Eisenberg, star of "The Social Network." In the never ending endeavor of making our… Continue Reading
Author Mark Lindquist's daughter Sloane Lindquist with umbrella Maybe - Closing out a good 2014, looking forward to a good 2015. In addition to various community and family activities, I was re-elected with more than 96% of the vote against a write-in candidate, I successfully tried another murder case, made progress on a new novel, wrote book reviews for The Seattle Times, and continued my Zen… Continue Reading
Mark Lindquist, Chelsea, and Sloane Lindquist at kickoff concert Kickoff Concert - I'm running for reelection. We have everything you would want in a campaign, except an opponent. Robert F. Kennedy said, "About twenty percent of the people are opposed to everything all of the time," but I still picked up more than 96% of the vote in the primary. The kick-off party featured musical guest stars… Continue Reading
Author and Attorney Mark Lindquist Sports, Law, and Life Lessons - John McGrath wrote a good story about an unusually entertaining Continuing Legal Education class featuring sports, law, and life lessons. In summary, be cool. Mary Ann Gwinn, the blessed Books Editor for The Seattle Times, put together an honorable tribute for the 40th Anniversary of Elliott Bay Books in Seattle.  I weighed in along with… Continue Reading
Author Mark Lindquist and actress Molly Ringwald Interview with Molly Ringwald - "When it Happens to You," Molly Ringwald's "novel in stories," is out in paperback. I interviewed Molly for The Oregonian.  We talked music, books, and the Bad Old Days. Speaking of the Bad Old Days, in 2001 I interviewed Peter Buck for the Hartford Courant. We talked music, books, and the narrative of growing older. In… Continue Reading
Author Mark Lindquist's first blog entry Welcome to My Blog - Welcome to my updated author website.  Thanks for visiting. I also have a Facebook, an attorney website, and a Goodreads page. I will mostly used this blog to recommend books, movies, life lessons and so on. I will also posts links to articles I've written or read. “The purpose of a writer is to keep civilization… Continue Reading

Carnival Desires, German Edition

Thanks to German novelist Alice Winter for this cool spring shot of the German edition of Carnival Desires. The English version is available on Kindle. Vanity Fair called it a “witty, minimalist epic.” Details magazine said it was “great postmodern literature.”

Published in 1990, it chronicles the adventures of a group of twentysomething friends in eighties Hollywood. I thought my life was pretty adventurous back then. And it was. It is more so now.

I’ve been in Indonesia and Chicago working on a case against Boeing. “Liability will not truly be in dispute here. Boeing is at fault. Their equipment failed. Their planes crashed twice,” I told Yahoo Finance.

Thanks for reading.

Happy New Year 2019

Happy new year!  “And now let us believe in a long year that is given to us, new, untouched, full of things that have never been, full of work that has never been done.”

Here is my 2018 year-end list of books and movies. These are not necessarily the best. These are not necessarily even from 2018. Instead, these are just books and movies I got around to recently and recommend.

Christopher Robin, a wonderful movie about the creative process and the Zen of Winnie the Pooh. “Sometimes doing nothing leads to the very best something.”

Ego is the Enemy, by Ryan Holiday, a smart book about doing your best work. “Impressing people is utterly different from being truly impressive.”

Mastery, by Robert Greene, a mentor to Holiday. “You must value learning above everything else.”

Reading is not the only way to learn, but it is one way.

Thanks for reading.

Sometimes in Winter

Wherever I go I feel at home when I see my books or my friends’ books on the shelves.

Books are the best gifts and that’s what I’m buying this holiday season. My recommendations include anything by Ryan Holiday, particularly The Obstacle is the Way and Trust Me, I’m Lying, a timely “cult classic that predicted the rise of fake news – revised for the post-Trump, post-Gawker age.”  Also, former Seahawk running back Curt Warner has a book out, which he co-wrote with his wife and local novelist Dave Boling, The Warner Boys: Our Family’s Story of Autism and Hope.

As for novels, Today Will be Different by Maria Semple is a good one to read at the end of the year or the beginning of next year. Whatever you read, thanks for reading.

Mahalo and Carnival Desires

Happy Thanksgiving and Mahalo!

As Maya Angelou said, “Be present in all things and grateful for all things.”

Back from a holiday in Hawaii, the Lindquists are feeling the Mahalo spirit. You can see more pictures on my Instagram.

I’ve updated my Medium page and included a review of Carnival Desires, my second novel. It’s structured around holidays and other rituals. While reading, like gratitude, should be practiced year round, holidays in particular are a time for stories. I wish you all many blessings and books.

Thanks for reading.

Carnival Desires Redux

In June of 1992, Atlantic Monthly Press published my second novel, Carnival Desires. Details magazine called it, “Great postmodern literature. Romantic and cynical, true and original, full of modern ideas and seductive moments … ” Vanity Fair called it, “a witty minimalist epic.” Now I’m older and it’s available on kindle.

In the future book category, here is the finale of “Zen Lawyer,” Chapter 18. For more updates, follow me on Twitter, Facebook, LinkedIn, or Instagram, thanks.

And thanks for reading.

Happy New Year 2016

Happy new year! “Tomorrow is the first page of a 365 page book. Write a good one.” Brad Paisley, a country music star, wrote this. My musical taste generally runs a different direction, but I like this line.

I wrapped up my “Zen Lawyer” column for Pierce County Lawyer this year. After a long career of published novels, articles, essays, and book reviews, I received the most face-to-face feedback from this column, which I appreciated. I’ve sent the stories to my agent for a possible book. Meanwhile, here is a seasonal riff on friendship, Chapter 12.

You can connect with me on LinkedInInstagramTwitter, Facebook, Facebook and Facebook. I hope to connect with you somewhere this year, maybe even in person.

Signed Books and Spirits Auction

Please join us November 17, 2016, at Kings Books in Tacoma, 7pm, for our 8th Annual Signed Books and Spirits Auction. #KeepOurProsecutor

Guest star auctioneers will be auctioning off signed books from Governor Jay Inslee, U.S. Representative Denny Heck, and, of course, me. New York Times bestselling authors Maria Semple and Garth Stein have also donated books as have Tacoma authors Jack Cameron and William Turbyfill. For more information, check our Facebook event page, our Facebook group page, or www.marklindquist.org.

I’m nearly done with my Zen Lawyer columns, which will be eventually collected into a book. Meanwhile, Chapter 8, a riff on opinions, facts, and the truth.

So You Wanna Be

Highlight of 2016 — so far — was playing guitar with Peter Buck of R.E.M. and the Beatniks at our summer celebration.  A great time was had by hundreds. You can find pics and vids at www.marklindquist.org or my Facebook page.

Our next event will be the 8th Annual Signed Book and Spirits Auction at Kings Books in Tacoma, Nov. 17, 7 pm. Chelsea and I are particularly looking forward to this evening as Nov. 17 is our wedding anniversary!  RSVP at the Facebook event page, thanks.

Meanwhile, I’m on LinkedIn now as well as Instagram and Twitter. Please join me there, thanks.

And thanks for reading.

Zen Lawyer and Meditation

My Instagram account just went public.

Zen Lawyer, chapter 10, features a crash course on one-minute meditation. Try it.

I continue to write book reviews for the Seattle Times, including, most recently, “Breem Gives Me Hiccups & Other Stories” by Jesse Eisenberg, star of “The Social Network.”

In the never ending endeavor of making our community safer, I finished a murder trial this month, convicting a defendant who had a wife, a finance, and a girlfriend. He divorced the wife and shot the fiancee so he could be with his girlfriend. You can read about it on my Facebook page.

Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness by Peggy Noonan

Entertainment & the Arts: Sunday, July 17, 1994

”Life, Liberty, And The Pursuit Of Happiness” by Peggy Noonan

Reviewed by Mark Lindquist
Special to The Seattle Times

Seventy-three percent of Americans believe the United States is in “moral decline,” this decline a national obsession, according to Newsweek. Peggy Noonan, a former speechwriter for presidents Reagan and Bush, does with her second book what she always did for the White House: give voice to the anecdotes behind those numbers.

What the media called Reagan’s genius – “the Great Communicator” – was really Noonan’s genius, the talent to score ideological points with stories.

In “Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness,” Noonan searches to separate what is meaningful from what is not. Along the way she lays waste to various detours, particularly those of her own baby-boom generation. She also paints a devastating illustration of Gloria Steinem’s increasing irrelevance, trashes the rationalization that children need only “quality time,” and she connects the dots of our current youth crime wave with a rising materialism that has devalued motherhood.

Noonan understands that modern America’s problems are spiritual. Unlike Hillary Clinton, whose “politics of meaning” was dismissed as political posturing, Noonan no longer has to score political points for a boss in the White House, so her search for what is meaningful, for what will save us, cannot be so easily dismissed.

Unlike many of her contemporaries – such as former drug czar William J. Bennett – who have taken up the “values” dialogue in pursuit of power, Noonan joins because the search genuinely interests her.

Love is a Racket by John Ridley

October 11, 1998

“Love is a Racket” by John Ridley

Reviewed by Mark Lindquist
New York Times Book Review

John Ridley’s crime-noir first novel, ”Stray Dogs,” was made into the Oliver Stone movie ”U-Turn.” This may explain why Ridley’s second novel, “Love is a Racket” (Knopf, $24), blends elements of the noir novel with the Hollywood novel.

True to the first genre, the book’s hero, a hard-drinking con man named Jeffty Kittridge, owes money to Dumas, a bad guy with a deceptively soft voice who just might kill him. True to the second, Jeffty is also a hard-drinking, burned-out screenwriter already being slowly killed by ”the gulag L.A.” Enter Mona, a street urchin with a striking resemblance to the actress Pier Angeli — who, Jeffty reminds us, killed herself with an overdose of pills. The first thing Mona says to Jeffty is ”Change?” She’s begging for money, but the double meaning is soon clear. Jeffty recruits her for a scam that could turn his life around.

The plotting is routine, but the writing is smart and edgy and even moving; if Richard Ford wrote genre fiction, it might read something like this. The only weaknesses result from unfortunate conformities to the noir formula and a digressive first act. Once Mona appears, however, Ridley has us hooked on his game.

Music for Torching by A.M. Homes

Entertainment News: Thursday, May 20, 1999

“Music for Torching” by A.M. Homes

Reviewed by Mark Lindquist
Special to The Seattle Times

A.M. Homes’ fifth book is daring, original, smart and artful, yet does not quite work as a novel.

Paul and Elaine, the lead couple, were first featured in Homes’ short story “Adults Alone,” from her collection “The Safety of Objects,” where they spend 18 pages obsessing about aging, and then smoke crack.

In “Music For Torching,” Paul and Elaine kick things off by trying to burn down their house.

“Why did we do it,” Paul asks.

“We did it because there was nothing else we could do,” Elaine answers.

The house, however, is only semi-damaged. So they attempt to put things back together and various absurdities befall them as they struggle on, like a yuppie Estragon and Vladimir in a suburban “Waiting for Godot.”

They stay with their neighbors until their house is habitable again and decide “that everything they ever suspected about how much better the lives of the neighbors are has been proven true. Everyone else is more organized, happier, their lives less fraught, more satisfying.”

Paul and Elaine are chronically dissatisfied. They ooze adolescent angst, which can be cool and hip if you’re young and writing songs such as “Smells Like Teen Spirit,” but is not cool or hip when you’re a grown adult with your own children.

Elaine thinks of herself as “stuck.” She has two affairs – one with a neighbor woman, and another with a local cop. Paul has a couple of affairs also – one with a different neighbor woman, and another with a crazy nameless “date.” Nothing important results from these encounters. They are just part of a series of weird incidents in this twisted and plotless take on modern suburbia. A man kisses Paul’s palm on the train home. Who knows why?

Bret Easton Ellis comes to mind, particularly in the moments of black comedy, but Homes, unlike Ellis, shows flashes of an alarming earnestness. She seems to take seriously the neuroses of her characters, which undercuts the humor.

While the adults act like adolescents, the children retreat into their own private strangeness. Daniel, the oldest, collects his mother’s lipstick, and obese-women porn magazines with titles like Chunky Bunch. His little brother Sammy spends much of his time at a neighbor’s house. After the Columbine school shootings, every editorial writer in the country seems to be asking, who is watching the children? Not the likes of Elaine and Paul.

Elaine describes herself as “Bored and boring. And pathetic. And stupid.” Yes, yes, yes and yes. And so is Paul. They are also amazingly immature.

These two were perfect fodder for Homes’ distinct style of short story, but they simply cannot carry a novel of 358 pages. Homes tries mightily, though. She employs an array of writerly tricks, avoids false steps, occasionally soars with inspired passages – “In the end, the goal is to be left with something: a spouse, children, even parents if you can manage it. The goal is not to be left alone” – but still, most readers are going to want to punch Paul in the nose and stuff a fistful of Prozac down Elaine’s throat.

You do not care whether they can rebuild their house and lives, if they can “make things good again.” You know they won’t. You know they will whine instead. You know something awful is going to happen to them, and the only question is what.

The publisher is giving this book a big promotional push, and I could not help but think this would be more effective if the material had been edited down to about half its length. Homes’ voice is so sharp, so unique and particular to our time, that she might have overcome the problematic Paul and Elaine if their griping did not drag on so long.

As it stands, this novel is not likely to increase Homes’ audience, but it should satisfy and impress those who are already admirers of her work.

Lo’s Diary by Pia Pera

Sunday, January 2, 2000

“Lo’s Diary” by Pia Pera

Reviewed by Mark Lindquist
Special to The Seattle Times

The legal issues raised by the retelling of Vladimir Nabokov’s “Lolita” from the pubescent child’s point of view are, unfortunately, more interesting than this first novel by Italian journalist and short-story writer Pia Pera.

Dmitri Nabokov, son of Vladimir and executor of his literary estate, chose not to sue when “Lo’s Diary” was first published in Italy in 1995. However, when Farrar, Straus & Giroux was preparing to publish the book in English, Dmitri Nabokov asserted copyright infringement.

The law was not – and still is not – clear. Parody does not require permission, while sequels or prequels do if there is an existing copyright. Once the copyright expires and the work passes into public domain, it can be legally ripped off. Consider “West Side Story,” “My Fair Lady,” “Clueless” and, most recently, “Ahab’s Wife.” “Lolita,” however, is still under copyright protection, and “Lo’s Diary” is neither parody, sequel or prequel. So the legal question becomes whether “Lo’s Diary” is “derivative” and, therefore, requires permission, or “transformative” and, therefore, a new and independent property.

A court decision would have set a precedent, and could have opened the door to endless literary thievery.

Imagine the possibilities: “The Great Gatsby” from Daisy’s point of view, “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest” from Nurse Ratched’s, “The Old Man and the Sea” from the marlin’s, and so on.

Farrar, Straus & Giroux dropped out of the budding legal battle. Barney Rossett, the former publisher of Grove Press, stepped in with Fox Rock Books, his new enterprise. Rather than gamble with the court, a compromise agreement was reached, whereby royalties were divided and both sides won something: The Nabokov estate protected its copyright, and Pia Pera’s book was published here. Also, Dimitri Nabokov was allowed to write a preface to the novel, the main purpose of which seems to be to portray Pia Pera as a “would-be plagiarist.”

Plagiarism “Lo’s Diary” may be, but it is not particularly artful plagiarism. Pera inexplicably decided to portray the 11-year-old “nymphet” as bitter and manipulative, almost sociopathic, and highly sexualized before meeting pedophile Humbert Humbert.

The rivalry between mother and daughter, clear enough in the original, is expanded upon at length by Pera: “Mom may be pretty, but I’m prettier.” “True beauty vanishes by the time a woman gets to be her age.” “The only way for an older woman to get herself married is to get the absent-minded man to fall in love with the child first.”

Lolita sets out to seduce Humbert shortly after he enters the story on page 71. “Hummie is practically mine. I really know what it takes with men.” Lolita’s calculations offer an interesting counterpoint to Humbert’s delirious and unreliable recounting of their interactions.

“Lo’s Diary” is most interesting when Pera mirrors Nabokov’s passages, such as the red apple encounter. In the original, Humbert grabs an apple from the 12-year-old and exploits the resulting wrestling match to work himself into a verbal and sexual frenzy. Humbert appears to believe that he has gotten away with “the longest ecstasy man or monster had ever known.” Nabokov ends the chapter with “Blessed be the Lord, she had noticed nothing.”

In Pera’s telling, Lolita knows exactly what Humbert is up to, even leads him there, and afterward thinks, “He looks around confused and satisfied, maybe he hasn’t yet realized what happened to him: that I seduced him. That now he’s mine.”

Later, during the road trip across America, when Lolita has tired of the game, when the seduction is over and the raping has begun, Pera effectively captures some of Lo’s trauma and helplessness. “A minor is a person the law doesn’t protect.”

The moments that work in “Lo’s Diary” directly riff on the original, while the freshly imagined scenes – such as a clumsy and gratuitous scene where Lolita tortures a hamster – mostly fail, particularly when contrasted with Nabokov’s artistry.

The best thing about “Lo’s Diary” is that it begs the reader back to “Lolita,” one of the benchmark masterpieces of this last century.

Miss Wyoming by Douglas Coupland

Entertainment News: Sunday, January 16, 2002

Miss Wyoming by Douglas Coupland

Reviewed by Mark Lindquist
Special to The Seattle Times

Douglas Coupland’s first novel, “Generation X: Tales of an Accelerated Culture,” was published in 1991. “Miss Wyoming” is his eighth book in nine years. Coupland also works as a designer and sculptor in Vancouver, B.C.

How can anyone write so many books in one decade? Well, for starters, don’t spend too much time crafting the prose or narrative. This works for Coupland because no one reads him for artistry. We read him for his pop-culture sensibility, for his oddly mannered language, for his asides, for those jolts of recognition.

The phrase “Generation X” was stolen from Billy Idol – it was the name of Idol’s first band, and Coupland has been ripping off and riffing on pop culture ever since. His second novel, `Shampoo Planet,” shifted to the modern tedium of “Global Teens,” Coupland’s name for the generation that followed Xers.

Then came “Life After God,” a collection of stories with diverse characters whose common bond was a flat ache for something to believe in. Lighter fare followed. “Microserfs,” a novel about computer geeks at Microsoft, was fun and squishy like an OK sitcom. “Polaroids from the Dead,” a collection of essays chasing the Zeitgeist, veered erratically between the sentimental and the incisive.

“Girlfriend in a Coma,” a high-concept novel, revisited everything Coupland had riffed on before, but from the wide-eyed perspective of a girl who wakes up from a 17-year coma. The title was stolen from a Smiths’ song, and if you don’t know who the Smiths are, you’re not part of Coupland’s demographic target. “Lara’s Book” was a tangent, a coffee-table thing, a weird mix of meditative essays and how-to strategies for techies who are into the computer game “Tomb Raider,” which features cyber creation Lara Croft.

Now, here’s “Miss Wyoming,” a zigzagging story about two pop-culture casualties who stumble onto each other: John Johnson, a burned-out 37-year-old movie producer, and Susan Colgate, a former teen beauty queen turned sitcom actress. Walking clichés, but they are drawn with surprising strokes of authenticity.

We are introduced to Johnson via this internal dialogue, “Hey, John Johnson, you’ve pretty much felt all the emotions you’re ever likely to feel, and from here on it’s reruns.” But John has never been in love, and this is the “one simple hole in his life.” He is in the hospital having a near-death experience when he sees Susan on TV and falls for her – “TV had taught him that love was pretty much a cure for all ills.”

Susan is the more complex character. She’s the damaged product of the child-beauty-pageant circuit. Her nutty stage mother moves the family to Wyoming, because how tough can the competition be in Wyoming?

Susan becomes Miss Wyoming, but eventually rebels and drops out of the teen queen game, only to land in the frying pan of a sitcom. Her acting career dies in “the grunge era.” She survives a near-death experience of her own, a plane crash, and meets John.

John may need Susan, but Susan needs to resolve some Jerry Springer-sized issues with her mother. A story line of sorts charts this out, and an interesting cast of extras develops along the way, but the narrative flashes backward and forward and sideways, which stalls the momentum.

The tricky thing about reading Coupland is navigating the opposing waves of irony, cynicism and sentimentality. He can wryly remark on the deceits of modern entertainment, then write this: “Susan could be more to him than his latest box-office ranking. With Susan he might actually raise something better out of himself than a hot pitch for a pointless film. Something moral and fine inside each of them might sprout and grow.” Not only does John appear to believe this mush, I get the sense that Coupland wants to believe it, too.

The pleasure in “Miss Wyoming” comes in lines like, “he turned into the killer bunny from Monty Python,” in the way the buzz of our time is rendered, and in the author’s conflicted tone. Coupland is too smart and knowing to be gushy, yet he can be just that, and it’s because he wants to be not so knowing, so ironic, so 1990s.

The overall impression Coupland’s catalog leaves me with is this: This is a bright guy who badly wants to believe in something but doesn’t yet. He is daring enough to venture into the existential territory of Richard Ford’s “The Sportswriter” and Walker Percy’s “The Moviegoer,” and if he pales somewhat in comparison, what younger writer doesn’t?

Lest this review seem jaded in a very 1990s way, I should point out that I enjoyed “Miss Wyoming” immensely – it’s clever, distinct and it occasionally moved me.

Love Hexagon by William Sutcliffe

Arts & Entertainment: Sunday, October 1, 2000

“Love Hexagon” by William Sutcliffe

Reviewed by Mark Lindquist
Special to The Seattle Times

A United Kingdom best seller, this satirical sex farce has a clear target audience: twentysomething Londoners. Comparisons to Evelyn Waugh are inevitable, at least the Waugh of the “Bright Young Things” stage, but for contemporary American readers, the more apt comparison may be the sitcom “Friends.”

Sutcliffe’s writing is smarter and wittier than “Friends,” the situations are more real and involving, and of course Sutcliffe has that dry Brit style going for him. On the other hand, Sutcliffe’s characters are even more neurotic and annoying than the dim-witted cast of “Friends.”

Lisa and Guy are “the old married couple,” though they are not married; Josh, Lisa’s co-worker, is the pathetic one; Keri, the tart who carelessly crushes men’s hearts, is the good-looking one, Graham, Guy’s sidekick and drinking buddy, is the comic one; and Helen, Guy’s friend, is the equally familiar angst-ridden one.

Reduced to types, these characters sound like clichés of their age group, but Sutcliffe injects them with life. His dialogue is first rate, his insights brutally incisive and his mercy nearly nonexistent.

One of the potential shortcomings of satire is a lack of forgiveness for human foibles, and Sutcliffe can be especially unsparing. I began wondering if he really loathes his contemporaries. The leniency Sutcliffe showed his self-involved hero in “Are you experienced,” his first novel, is missing here, at least until the end.

While the other characters are left in uncertain lurches, Guy and Helen meet up in the Greek Islands for a minor epiphany. This scene – like much of the book – is screenplay-like in its visual appeal and unstated implications. We’re swept out of the literal and metaphorical claustrophobia of urban life into a larger world of possibilities, and Sutcliffe shows that he doesn’t really despise his peers, or at least not all of them.

Lullaby by Chuck Palahnuik

Entertainment & the Arts, Sunday, October 6, 2002

“Lullaby” by Chuck Palahniuk

Reviewed by Mark Lindquist
Special to The Seattle Times

Ranting against consumerism and all the noise of the material world may seem passe, but what doesn’t these days?  Chuck Palahniuk’s novels are here to say that alienation and despair and general weirdness are never really out of fashion. 

This is Palahniuk’s fifth novel in six years, and his herky-jerky prose makes Stephen King seem like F. Scott  Fitzgerald, but he knows how to spin together whacked-out stories particular to our times.

Carl Streator, a middle-aged journalist, is researching a story on SIDS, Sudden Infant Death Syndrome.  He discovers that children are dying when they’re read a bedtime poem, a “culling song” contained in an anthology. 

Streater further learns that this poem is so lethal he can kill people simply by reciting it in his mind. Bodies then start dropping: his boss, a neighbor, a stranger, anyone who annoys him is in danger.

“But, no, I’m never going to use the culling song again.

 “Never again. 

“But even if I did use it, I wouldn’t use it for revenge.

“I wouldn’t use it for convenience.

“I certainly wouldn’t use it for sex.

“No, I’d only use it for good.”

The power of knowing this poem initially appeals to Streater, of course. 

“In a world where vows are worthless.  Where making a pledge means nothing.  Where promises are made to be broken, it would be nice to see words come back into power.

“In a world where the culling song was common knowledge, there would be sound blackouts.  Like during wartime, wardens would patrol.  But instead of hunting for light, they’d listen for noise and tell people to shut up….  It would be a world where each word was worth a thousand pictures…. 

“The upside is maybe our minds would become our own.”

However, he comes to recognize that the poem can’t be controlled and must be wiped out – the survival of civilization depends on it and all that. 

So he teams up with Helen Hoover Boyle, a real estate agent with pink fingernails who also knows the secret of the poem. They are joined by her secretary Mona, a Wiccan, and Mona’s idiot eco-terrorist boyfriend.  The four of them embark on a apocalyptic roadtrip, conning and murdering their way through libraries and houses, searching for the remaining copies of the anthologies that include the killing poem.

So there’s the setup for the story, which develops a few nifty twists, but the story line sometimes seems to exist primarily to carry along Palahniuk’s many rants.

“Old George Orwell got it backward.

“Big Brother isn’t watching.  He’s singing and dancing.  He’s pulling rabbits out of a hat.  Big Brother’s busy holding your attention every moment you’re awake.  He’s making sure you’re always distracted.  He’s making sure you’re fully absorbed….

“Big Brother filling me with need.

“Do I really want a big house, a fast car, a thousand beautiful sex partners?  Do I really want these things?  Or am I trained to want them?

“Are these things really better then the things I already have? Or am I just trained to be dissatisfied with what I have now?”

Palahniuk also proposes a few pet theories such as “Maybe humans are the pet alligators that God flushed down the toliet,” and “Too many advertising jingles comingling could be behind global warming,” and “Too many television reruns bouncing around might cause hurricanes.  Cancer.  AIDS.”

Throughout the ranting and theorizing, Palahniuk employs a playfullly perverse wit and a good eye for repellant details. Though the world may be plagued by information overload, as Palahniuk suggests, the richness of his imagination in the face of this proves that the plague isn’t fatal or even debilitating, at least not yet.

Porno by Irvine Welsh

Entertainment & the Arts, October 17, 2002

“Porno” by Irvine Welsh

Reviewed by Mark Lindquist
Special to The Seattle Times

Irvine Welsh’s first novel, “Trainspotting,” was an international best seller and a cult-classic movie. His witty twisted take on the youth culture of Edinburgh was daring and original.

Sales have been downhill for Welsh ever since.

His five subsequent books have been successful to varying degrees, but none has tapped into the motherlode of zeitgeist: “Trainspotting” nailed it. This is understandable, of course, as it’s a strange and rare confluence of circumstances that make a pop culture touchstone possible.

What’s a pop-lit author to do?

Well, Welsh has written a sequel. The “Trainspotting” boys are back: Simon “Sick Boy” Williamson, Mark “Rents” Renton, Danny “Spud” Murphy and psycho Frank Begpie. They’re 10 years older, not much wiser, still frantic and depraved.

Sick Boy returns to Edinburgh, where he buys a bar and begins plotting to produce a pornographic movie, not just a “grainy wank-boy’s cheapo vid, but a proper pornographic movie with a great script, a decent budget and really sound production values. One that’ll enter the canon of great films of the genre.”

The other boys get into the mix, each with scams and schemes of his own. The surprise is a fresh female character, Nikki Fuller-Smith, a massage-parlor worker who dreams of grander things. “A flash of elation rises and settles as it dawns on me. I want to be a porn star. I want to have men masturbating to images of me, all over the world, men whom I don’t even know exist!”

The book is narrated in alternating first person chapters by the various characters.

This is not a necessary sequel — if there is such a thing — but it is a worthy sequel. Welsh’s understanding and abiding affection for these characters once again redeems them.

Little Children by Tom Perotta

Entertainment & the Arts: Sunday, March 28, 2004

“Little Children” by Tom Perotta

Reviewed by Mark Lindquist
Special to The Seattle Times

Tom Perrotta has carved out an impressive career writing about adolescents in “Bad Haircut: Stories of the Seventies,” “The Wishbones,” “Election” and “Joe College.” Though not all of his main characters have been technically adolescents, the lead in “The Wishbones,” for example, was a 20-something musician who still lived with his parents, Perotta’s main characters can be thematically linked through their adolescent ethos.

Who am I; what can I get away with; ’tis it nobler to rock on or grow up?

“Little Children” is Perrotta’s first attempt at an adult novel, an ensemble piece about two unfortunate suburban couples and their dysfunctional neighbors. Todd, a former high-school football star in his mid-20s, is married to Kathy, a beautiful documentary filmmaker. They have a 3-year-old son, the sole focus of Kathy’s affections. Todd has become a househusband, a handsome loser who has flunked the bar exam twice and is about to go down a third time. He begins an affair with Sarah, a quasi-feminist who is married to Richard, an Internet porn addict who eventually dumps Sarah to pursue Slutty Kay, an Internet porn queen.

And for a bit more spice, a convicted child molester moves into the seemingly placid neighborhood.

This might sound like John Cheever run amok, except that Perrotta is a satirist. He cuts loose here with some hilarious observations and set pieces that expose human foibles at their funniest. Perrotta’s fans will find this book to be one of his most knowing. The scene where Todd’s tackle-football team takes the field against a group of surprisingly beefy accountants is absolutely classic, grown men with jobs and wives acting like dimwitted bad boys.

So, all told, Perrotta is once again writing about adolescents, except with children. Todd and Sarah revel in the rush of initial infatuation, exhibiting none of the earned wisdom and inhibitions of adulthood. They would be maddening in their naiveté if not for Perrotta’s incisive comic eye. He manages to satirize and sympathize at the same time, redeeming all his characters by digging deep for their shared humanity, which shines through in a surprisingly serious final scene.

JPod by Douglas Coupland

Entertainment & the Arts: Friday, June 09, 2006

“JPod” by Douglas Coupland

By Mark Lindquist
Special to The Seattle Times

“I think people in the year 2020 are going to be nostalgic for the sensation of cluelessness.”

“I’ve come to the conclusion that documents are thirty-four percent more boring when presented in the Courier font.”

“If you’re an incredibly famous rich person who does more in one day than I do in a month, does your perception of time’s passing go slower or faster than it does for me?”

Douglas Coupland’s latest book, “JPod,” is billed as a novel, and it does resemble a novel in some ways — words, characters, dramatic incidents — but it is more precise to say this is a collection of random thoughts and observations, ironic dialogue, word games and number puzzles.

Coupland has returned to the geeky techie culture he explored in his 1995 success “Microserfs,” but with even less of a story line and less emotional engagement. Given the book’s form, it seems pointless to relate the plot. Suffice it to say that the narrator Ethan Jarlewski and five co-workers at a Vancouver, B.C., video-game-design company are subverting the game they are charged with creating.

Ethan describes his colleagues in “Living Cartoon Profiles.” None of the characters are fully fleshed out, and this appears to be intentional. As one of them says, “You feel chilled because you have no character. You’re a depressing assemblage of pop-culture influences and cancelled emotions, driven by the sputtering engine of only the most banal form of capitalism. You spend your life feeling as if you’re perpetually obsolete — whether it’s labour market obsolescence or cultural unhipness.”

Except in instances such as these when Coupland speechifies through his characters, or when he is portraying someone over 30, his dialogue is pitch-perfect. He knows his main subjects. In his 40s and well-established, Coupland still best understands twentysomethings drifting in oceans of information. However, he remains detached from their issues and, as a result, so does the reader.

There are many moments of brilliance in these pages, such as Coupland’s analysis of “micro-autism” in both the general population and the computer industry. There are also some missteps, such as when he takes a tip from the postmodern how-to book and casts Douglas Coupland in a major supporting role.

” ‘Oh, God,’ ” the book begins, warning us, ” ‘I feel like a refugee from a Douglas Coupland novel.’ ”

Though fans of “Microserfs” and “Generation X” should enjoy Coupland’s latest musings and mischief, he will not win many converts with this one.

Bedroom Secrets of the Master Chefs by Irvine Welsh

August 18, 2006

“Bedroom Secrets of the Master Chefs” by Irvine Welsh

Reviewed by Mark Lindquist
Special to The Seattle Times

Drunks have long been a comedy staple, and Irvine Welsh, the Scottish author of “Trainspotting,” spices up their drunkenness with drugs for an extra comic kick. With his eighth book, “The Bedroom Secrets of the Master Chefs” (Norton, 391 pp., $24.95), he sticks to his tried-and-true territory of drink, drugs, sex and general vulgarity.

Danny Skinner, a restaurant inspector in Edinburgh, Scotland, is a heavy-drinking, drug-abusing skirt-chaser — about what you would expect from an Irvine Welsh hero. Skinner’s mother is a former punk rocker who loved the Clash — as did we all — and slept with three men the night of a Clash show in 1980. One of the men spawned Skinner. She jokingly tells Skinner his father was guitarist Joe Strummer, and he is beaten up at school for claiming his dad was in the Clash.

At 23, Skinner decides to search for his unknown father, thinking this might move his stalled life forward. “He desperately wanted to know about his own father before … becoming one himself.” Potential candidates include Alan De Fretais, a celebrated chef and author of “The Bedroom Secrets of the Master Chefs,” an “aphrodisiac cookbook.”

A Master Chef, De Fretais writes, is “more than just a chemist: he is an alchemist, a sorcerer, an artist, as his concoctions are not designed to remedy maladies of body or mind, but attend to the far more wondrous task of uplifting the soul.”

Skinner’s soul is definitely in need of heavy lifting, weighed down as it is by various compulsions he’s unable to control or even understand, including an acute hatred of a tee-totaling co-worker, Brian Kirby.

“I can’t explain this rage against him,” Skinner admits to himself, “the impulse to precipitate and savour his annihilation, and part of me is horribly ashamed of it: the pathetic nature of it all, the raw, searing illicit pleasure this hatred of him gives me.”

Skinner’s super-intense loathing transports this novel from naturalistic moorings into the realm of magic realism. Skinner unwittingly casts a curse on Kirby, which causes Kirby to suffer the consequences of Skinner’s hard living. When Skinner drinks too much, Kirby suffers the hangover. When Skinner brawls, Kirby suffers the bruises. The two of them become mysteriously and inextricably linked.

However, this does not play out like John Donne’s famous meditation, “No man is an island,” but rather more like the Clash’s fatalistic rant, “London calling to the faraway towns, now war is declared and battle come down.”

The narrative frequently switches back and forth from third person to first person, and sometimes into a Scottish patois that can be difficult to decipher in the early going, but it’s compelling nonetheless. All the characters in this book, even the minor ones, are drawn with scary accuracy in Welsh’s unique voice.

Welsh stumbles only when he strains to tie together Kirby’s victimization and geopolitics, blaming the powerful for everything. The political lectures are as hackneyed and simplistic as the character portraits are original and complex. Besides, the proselytizing undermines the power of the story. As Joe Strummer said, “When you blame yourself, you learn from it. If you blame someone else, you don’t learn nothing.”

Vanity Fair Interview of Mark Lindquist

Vanity Fair, 1990

“Look Back in Angler” by Angela Janklow

Though a big fish in New York’s Atlantic Monthly Press pond (his first novel, “Sad Movies,” was their best-selling fiction paperback in 1987), Seattle-born writer, Mark Lindquist is firmly anchored in the Pacific, where he maneuvers his six-foot-six-inch frame around his forty-five-foot home — a Hatteras sportsfishing yacht called the Go Dog Go. Life on the waters off Marina del Ray suits Lindquist, whose northwestern sensibility steered him away from “the city where eight people take seven cars to go anywhere.”

He says, “Living on a boat is as far out of LA as I can get but still live here.”

Lindquist, who moonlights as a screenwriter (he’s had assignments at half a dozen studios), has a new novel coming to a bookstore near you. “Carnival Desires” — featuring a burned-out screenwriter named Bick, short for Buick — is a witty minimalist epic that tracks a group of industry hopefuls and casualties with the smart, spare prose only an outsider on the Hollywood inside can afford.

His characters have wakes for their 30th birthdays, walk dogs named Madonna, worry whether Tower Records is open on New Year’s Day, and threaten to “push past the edge of socially acceptable debauchery.” Essentially, it was the best of times, it was the worst of clubs. “Carnival Desires” plays up Southern California’s rhythmic lull while warning of Hollywood’s seductively dangerous draw-the dark side of the klieg light.

“It’s attractive,” insists Lindquist, “but it’s not good for you.”

Mark Lindquist and Peter Buck Talk

Reconstruction Of The Fables: The Dynamic Interplay Of Music And Literature

By MARK LINDQUIST & PETER BUCK

for the HARTFORD COURANT

October 14, 2001

The poster has moved with me now for 15 years. It’s part of a series for America’s public libraries, featuring a very young-looking R.E.M., with Peter Buck, Mike Mills, Michael Stipe and Bill Berry each holding their favorite books. I’d love to know what Stipe is holding, but, like his early lyrics, the title is obscured. Buck holds an Oscar Wilde collection, and that, along with a mention of Wilde in a Smiths song from the same era, “Cemetery Gates,” conspired to send me to the library.

Buck’s a tremendous reader. His Seattle home is filled with almost as many books as records. So we asked Buck to dine last week with his friend Mark Lindquist, whose music-infused novel “Never Mind Nirvana” gets like few others the profound way music can be not only a soundtrack to life but also a road map. We asked them to talk about how artists and musicians are influenced by each other.
– David Daley, Books Editor

Mark Lindquist: The only thing I did to prepare for this was to go through my CD collection, and the three bands that dominate my collection are the Beatles, R.E.M. and the Replacements. I listened to albums by each in progression, and one of the things I noticed – maybe because I was looking for it – is that each of these bands became increasingly interested in narrative, in story, as their career progressed. Do you think that happened with R.E.M.

Peter Buck: Absolutely. When we started out, Michael was trying to find a way of communicating that wasn’t a literal language. He didn’t want to string together sentences that told a story that everyone could agree on. I really respected that, the feeling that the narrative stuff has been done, love songs have been done, and this sort of Rorschach blot of words and emotions are a different way to approach telling a story.

It also opens it up a lot, in that people can listen to these songs and, without knowing exactly what they’re about, put themselves in the song. Michael told me recently: His theory is, name your 10 favorite rock songs of all time. Write them down. Then write next to them what they’re about. Guarantee that you’ll only be able to do that for two of them.

ML: Let’s try that. Name your five favorite rock songs.

PB: “Like a Rolling Stone,” “Fight the Power,” “We Can Work It Out,” “I Just Wasn’t Made for These Times” and “Gloria” by Patti Smith.

ML: OK, “Like a Rolling Stone.” What’s that about?

PB: Obviously it’s an aggressive song putting someone down, but I don’t know who that person is. Assuming that I know a little about Dylan’s life, it could be about the people who followed him around. It seems to be a portrait of someone who thinks they’re a winner, who’s high in society. Who that is, I don’t know. I could be completely wrong. I don’t know what Napoleon “who carried on his shoulder a Siamese cat” means.

ML: But you remember the line about the Siamese cat.

PB: With Dylan, you always get that. “The ghost of electricity howls in the bones of her face.” That’s from “Visions of Johanna,” which is one of my favorite songs, but I have no idea what that means.

ML: How about “Fight the Power”?

PB: I would assume, being a white guy from the suburbs, that it’s about being black, but I don’t know. If the Beastie Boys had written it with the same lyrics, I’d have no idea.

ML: “I Just Wasn’t Made For These Times” is from “Pet Sounds,” which is chock-full of stories, at least in my mind. I may be imposing a narrative, because I listened to this CD when I left for college, and to me that album was about leaving home, going on a new adventure: “I once had a dream, so I packed up and left for the city.” But that may have nothing to do with what Brian Wilson intended.  

PB: When we first started out, I know that Michael felt everything in rock and roll had been done. We didn’t want to write a love song, or anything that could be construed as a love song, for 10 years.

ML: What would you say your first love song was?

PB: Well, it wasn’t a love song. “The One I Love” is an anti-love song, but since “the one I love” is in the title…we used to play it, and I’d look into the audience, and there would be couples kissing. Yet the verse is, “This one goes out to the one I love/A simple prop to occupy my time.” That’s savagely anti-love. But that’s OK. People perceive songs as they are. People told me that was “their song.” That was your song? Why not “Paint it Black” or “Stupid Girl” or “Under My Thumb”?

ML: But that’s pop music – Noel Coward’s line about the amazing “potency of cheap music.”

PB: It doesn’t even matter, the value of the music. I’ve teared up at commercials.

ML: What commercial made you tear up, for God’s sake?

PB: The Pepsi commercial where the woman is depressed and the monkeys bring her a Pepsi. It was because of my life at the time, and not the commercial, but that’s what pop music is, too. It’s not necessarily what’s written or even implied. It’s what you as the listener take out of it. Which is why I tend to think songs that are less specific are more powerful.

I’ve never cried at, say, “The Lonesome Death of Hattie Carroll” by Bob Dylan, which is a very specific song. I know that there’s a woman named Hattie Carroll, and she was killed. But it was reportage. It never made me tear up, but other songs have. It’s all about what you bring in at that moment, so narrative is not necessarily the most important thing.

ML: Do you think that works in literature? One of the things they tell you in Writing 101 is to make things more specific rather than more general.

PB: I think literature is a chance for someone like me, who’s led a more or less middle-class life, to look into someone else’s heart and mind and be shown a world that I don’t know. When I was a teenager, I read a lot of African American literature – “Soledad Brother” or “Invisible Man” or Richard Wright, and there were things that completely changed my life. The strength of literature is its specificity.

ML: Any other reasons you think R.E.M.’s music has become more specific, more story-driven?

PB: I think Michael was trying to find a way on the early records to tell a story without telling a story. As he got a little older and became more comfortable doing the singing and being a public figure, the idea was still, “I’m not going to tell a story where someone says this is a song about…” Now as a writer Michael likes to take a character he imagines and write from that perspective, tell a story in the first person. But it’s not necessarily his perspective.

ML: When I saw R.E.M. in Seattle in 1999, I think Stipe introduced “The Apologist” by saying, “This is a story about…” And “All the Way to Reno” is a pretty classic narrative. It reminds me of “That’s Not Me” from “Pet Sounds,” not musically or lyrically, but conceptually.

PB: “Reno,” I’m sure that is sung from the perspective of a 17-or 18-year old girl. It has to be. I’ve never asked him.

ML: And “That’s Not Me” is sung from the perspective of a like-minded 17- or 18-year-old boy. Bret Easton Ellis has said as you get older, you become more interested in narrative, in stories with a beginning, middle and an end.

PB: Part of it is definitely an age thing. When I was in my 20s, and my band was in its early years, we were capturing an experience, not necessarily thinking about the chain between the past and the future, which is what a novel is. As you get older, your life is less about capturing the moment and more about understanding what you’re doing.

ML: Has Michael’s progression or change as a lyricist been influenced by literature?

PB: I don’t know. The only way I can say our band was directly influenced by literature was when we did our first big American tour in 1982, before our first EP came out. We were in a van, touring to nobody, playing songs no one has ever heard. I managed to find all three of the Flannery O’Connor short-story collections, and every member of the band read every one of the words in those three collections on that tour. We passed them around, pages falling out, putting pages back in, reading them with a light on at 2 a.m., going from San Antonio to L.A. I felt really strongly that it changed the way we thought about writing. I don’t know why, because she writes about faith and the problems of faith in a world where there is no faith, and Michael wasn’t writing linear dialogues, but when we made our first record, I think we all thought Flannery O’Connor was something we would emulate in some way.

ML: I can be listening to a particular CD or song that evokes a mood or a moment in a way I admire, and I will try to get the same effect into what I’m writing. Has the reverse ever happened to you? You’re reading a novel or short story, and it works for you so well, you think you want to get whatever it is that works for you into your music? Do you take what you read the night before into what you write?

PB: All I can say is I certainly hope so, which is why I try to read good stuff.

ML: OK, other books that have affected you as a songwriter?

PB: Denis Johnson.

ML: Why?

PB: I don’t know why. “Already Dead” changed me when I read it. I can’t say why or how, but I felt like a different person at the end, in the same way that when I was a teenager, Pynchon’s “Gravity’s Rainbow” completely moved me.

ML: One of the things music can do for writers is that we can take a song, an idea in a song, or even a character in a song, and expand it into a story, or a screenplay, or a novel. Another thing music can do for writers is set a tone for whatever we’re working on that day. Most writers I know listen to rock, but Kerouac talked about how he would do that with jazz.

PB: What do you think Faulkner did?

ML: I think he just drank.

PB: But do you think he put the 78s on? He probably wasn’t a Glenn Miller guy. Was he a Duke Ellington guy? I bet Faulkner played records at his house. I’d be really shocked if he didn’t play gospel stuff from the ’30s and ’40s, if he didn’t listen to blues music.

ML: What about Hemingway?

PB: My feeling is he didn’t get much pleasure in life. Having read his books, I doubt very much that he had an ear for music. I bet he loved music in the hills of Spain, dancing to it, no matter how good or bad it was. But did he go home and put on records? I doubt that very much. Now Fitzgerald, he found joy in life.

ML: And in drinking. It kept him from writing.

PB: He’s another of those people who never really found what he needed to do in his life. I re-read “The Crackup” about a year ago, and there’s a great quote, and I paraphrase, about how when I was young I wanted to be Byron, Don Juan, J.P. Morgan. All that is burned away. I’m a writer now, nothing else. Literature is something written out of deep understanding. Music is written more out of the intuitive. When I read great books, I refuse to think they just made it up as they went along. That’s what happens in rock and roll.

ML: There are passages that come to you as a writer that feel like they wrote themselves. However, you unfortunately have to write the other 500 pages or so yourself.

PB: The good stuff occurs because you work really, really hard, spend your entire life immersed in one thing, and if you’re able to let yourself go completely for that time it takes to do anything great. My superstition, though, is songs that are there that aren’t written. I think every songwriter feels, “I’m really good at my craft,” but the good songs pop up, and you always like to feel they come from somewhere other than inside of you.

The night I wrote “Losing My Religion,” I was drinking wine and watching the Nature Channel with the sound off and learning how to play the mandolin. I had only had it for a couple nights. I had a tape player going, and the tape has me playing some really bad scales, then a little riff, then the riff again, and you can hear my voice say “Stop.” Then I played “Losing My Religion” all the way through, and then played really bad stuff for a while. I woke up in the morning not knowing what I’d written. I had to relearn it by playing the tape. That’s where songs come from for me, someplace where you’re not really thinking about it.

That’s what’s different from literature. You can’t sit down and let “The Great Gatsby” happen. The songs I write are four minutes long. You can disconnect from wherever you are for four minutes and find it. I really doubt you can do that for months with a novel.

ML: There’s something that’s always struck me as a little off about Peter Buck and Michael Stipe. Traditionally, the songwriter is thought of as the more intuitive, and the lyricist as the more lettered. The reality is you’re the more lettered, and Stipe is the more intuitive.

PB: Michael has this amazing ability to absorb things. He doesn’t sit around and read tons of books, but he does read. He probably reads more political literature than I ever have.

ML: It’s funny, I know lots of novelists who wish they were rock stars, but I don’t know any musicians who wish they were novelists.

PB: Hey, I’m raising my hand right here!

Interview with Molly Ringwald

“When it Happens to You,” Molly Ringwald’s “novel in stories,” is out in paperback.

I interviewed Molly for The Oregonian.  We talked music, books, and the Bad Old Days.

Speaking of the Bad Old Days, in 2001 I interviewed Peter Buck for the Hartford Courant. We talked music, books, and the narrative of growing older.

In the picture on the left, I believe I was almost 30. I thought I was getting old.

Thanks for reading.

Books

Mark Lindquist is the author of four novels, The King of Methlehem, published by Simon & Schuster in 2007, Never Mind Nirvana, published by Random House/Villard in 2001, Carnival Desires, published by Atlantic Monthly Press in 1990, and Sad Movies, published by Atlantic Monthly Press in 1987.

His books have been bestsellers, are published in more than ten languages, and have been widely and well reviewed by major publications.

“Echoes and ties to both Hemingway and Fitzgerald.”– Boston Globe

“Lindquist … captures the zeitgeist.  He does what no one has done as well before.” – Buffalo News

“Dialogue that’s absolutely pitch-perfect.” – Washington Post

“Great postmodern literature.” – Details

“Deadpan and witty.” – LA Weekly

“Smart, spare prose.” – Vanity Fair

“All is handled with wit and style by Lindquist.” – Detroit News

“Lindquist … once again has a view of the zeitgeist.” – Los Angeles Times