What advice would you give to aspiring writers? A high school graduate watches in horror as a priest commits suicide. In the newly secularized world—that is, in the perceived absence of a divine moral authority—many thinkers have struggled to find a new kind of meaning; that moral vacuum created by the death of God has enabled every manner of atrocity and caused our greatest artists to look elsewhere for inspiration.
I spent a lot of time fishing on the Sebasticook River, where my father took me and my brothers when we were kids, to the spot just below the dam where the big boulder juts up out of the water and there are plenty of pools the bass like to hide in.
My name is Ron. Whom would you describe as the ideal reader of your work?
Or will it destroy you, empty you out, make you a husk among husks? While doing the heavy lifting on Flimsy Little Plastic Miracles, I was in a sort of self-imposed isolation on a small Caribbean island.
When we witness the death of God—with the glaring desert sun, the marauding Janjaweed militia and a pack of wild dogs all closing in—we are shocked but not surprised. Which is just as well, given the infirmity of some of the conceptual bedrock. Tap here to turn on desktop notifications to get the news sent straight to you.
My father was an intensely proud and private man, but every day, when I finished doing what I could to help take care of him, I would go home and co-opt much of what he suffered for use in my book.
The people at HuffPo were kind enough to offer me space, and even suggested a theme: Do you listen to anything while you write? Reception[ edit ] In The Believer.
When he returns home, Powell abandons God and all of the Dinka to the oncoming sectarian violence: I guess not, but once at a reading I was asked what I do at the gym to work on my forearms. He laughed and cried at once. Plot[ edit ] The book begins in Sudanwhere God, disguised as a Dinka woman, attempts to help out around a refugee camp.
He had so many names, yet could not answer to any of them. While she is there, the camp is attacked by the Sudanese government, killing everyone, including God. Vast, enigmatic forces push mankind towards non-negotiable calamities. It was published in hardcover last year. I scoured the internet and the library for a deus ex machina for my father, perusing the usual conga line of alternative therapies and macrobiotic foods and black magic that people resort to when the doctors shrug their shoulders and say sorry and send you home.
What do you find most challenging about writing? The evidence is conflicting. His glib sense of irony fits the nihilism of a world where the center no longer holds.
A Theory, by Aaron James What are you working on at the moment?
Each story takes us farther along the path of disintegration. What they have found in the place of God, I would argue, is the absurd. Maybe next time, he should go easy on the Armageddon.
Can you abide by this knowledge? A corollary to that is: Within days, God is a corpse on the battlefield.
Its true fascination lies in its nightmarish defeatism, which may reflect the feelings of many young Americans as they watch their superpowered nation blunder deeper and deeper into unwinnable wars and moral bankruptcy.
Currie takes great care with surface detail, makes sure his characters appear to have nuanced interpersonal relationships and that their conversations rarely lapse into mere mouthings of themes. Along the way, we meet a psychiatrist from the Child Adulation Prevention Agency, a conscience-stricken Colin Powell who calls George Bush a "silver-spoon master-of-the-universe motherfucker", and a talking dog.
The satire poses important questions for us: There are moments, sometimes whole afternoons and evenings, of warm joy. Vonnegut, like most satirists and tragedians throughout the ages, hoped his dystopias might provoke the reader to make better moral choices; he wanted the world - and specifically America - to uphold the ideals taught to Roosevelt-era schoolchildren.
The existential dread drips from every page.Ron Currie, Jr.s first two works of fiction, God Is Dead and Everything Matters!, dazzled readers and critics alike with their audacity, originality, and psychological insight.
Hailed by the New York Times s Janet Maslin as a startlingly talented writer,” Currie once again moves and provokes us with his latest genre-bending novel, one that 5/5(2). Ron Currie, Jr., Reads: Postcard from Portland, Maine.
Spring is wet in Maine. The rivers swell and roadways succumb. Driveways turn to mud pits and basements flood. We take it all in stride, because living here is worth such minor irritations.
But this past spring, the rain seemed ceaseless. "Ron Currie," proclaims the blurb, "combines the satirical prescience of Jonathan Swift, the dark appeal of Chuck Palahniuk and the provocative enquiry of Kurt Vonnegut".
It's almost true. God Is Dead is certainly a far more serious book than a précis might suggest; indeed, its pessimism and stoic poignancy are reminiscent of Raymond Carver, a formative influence.
In Ron Currie Jr.’s debut, God comes to earth in the form of a Dinka woman “to observe firsthand the armed conflict between Sudan’s Islamic government and the Christian Nuer tribe in the south” but gets eaten by dogs in the process.
God Is Dead by Jr., Ron Currie and a great selection of similar Used, New and Collectible Books available now at mi-centre.com God is Dead by Ron Currie Jr -. The book is a collection of related shorter stories about a world where God has come to earth and died.
Plot. The book begins in Sudan, where God, disguised as a Dinka woman, attempts to help out around a refugee camp. She speaks with the American diplomats visiting the camp, including former Secretary of State Colin Powell, about finding the missing brother of the body she inhabits.Download