Today, I was driving in my car and had the occasion to listen to Michael Silverblatt interview Geoff Dyer on Bookworm. It was, as usual, an interesting bit of radio and Dyer had some very compelling things to say about writing and his new book Otherwise Known As The Human Condition.
So, that's out of the way.
It was also a perfect imitation of me doing an imitation of Michael Silverblatt. Except that it was Silverblatt himself doing an imitation of himself so well that Geoff Dyer finally said what so few authors ever say...which is, essentially: I have no fucking idea what you just said, so I'm going to just say "yes." This is an actual transcript of that moment (it happens about 8 minutes into the show if you wanna give it a listen):
Silverblatt: I am speaking with Geoff Dyer, who I consider to be possibly the best writer of...I won't say of novels and I won't say of essays, but of the strange inter-ground between them and because he, in a sense, unbuttons and allows the informality of the dissatisfied self to take the place of that vastly seniorial literary critic type who could only recite his dissatisfaction because this or that strayed from the tradition. With you it's very different.
Dyer:...yeah...I think this is one of those classic Silverblatt questions in that I'm not sure I have a response to it, other than to say thank you and yes, I agree. That is...there is...that is...there is...that's what's going on.
So, if I can, uhm, unbutton this, I believe Silverblatt at first attempted to give Dyer a compliment, that then devolved into, uh, let's see here, uhm, the strange inter-ground (and I have no idea what inter-ground means) between fiction and essays, which, uh, turned into some kind of psycho-sexual evaluation of Dyer as a man, as a literary critic, as...well, fuck. I have no idea what the fuck he's talking about. And when he says, "With you it's very different," I have no conception of what those words mean in the context of the other nonsensical string of words.
If anyone can actually tell me what the fuck Silverblatt was saying, I'll send you some kind of prize.

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My best shot: Most critics are fixated on how a piece of art fits within a "tradition" and get cranky only because something has strayed from it. When Dyer's cranky, it's different; he's cranky in a more personal, "unbuttoned" way. At least, that's how I take the "allows the informality of the dissatisfied self." But I'm not sure if Silverblatt is taking a whack at Dyer by saying he can't compare to "vastly seniorial" critics. I'm sure a small task force of no fewer than six and no more than eight people can, within six months, figure out what "seniorial" means.
Posted by: Mark Athitakis | July 01, 2011 at 03:03 AM
Is seniorial even a word?
Posted by: tod goldberg | July 01, 2011 at 01:46 PM
VASTLY seniorial, mutherfucker! Get it right!
Posted by: Grammarian | July 01, 2011 at 02:59 PM
You lost me at "unbuttons."
Posted by: Brenna | July 01, 2011 at 08:49 PM
He's the best writer of something between an essay and a novel, and he can open up and be casual about what makes him unsatisfied, unlike a stuffy literary critic who only complains about how things deviate from a traditional formula. Dyer does not do the latter.
It helps to be hopped up on flu medication. I'll take my prize in the form of a pitch opportunity.
Posted by: Willow | July 03, 2011 at 12:50 PM
He's saying that Geoff Dyer wrote "Louie Louie?"
Posted by: Nate | July 06, 2011 at 12:06 PM
It's seignorial.
Posted by: Smith | March 01, 2012 at 12:14 AM