Ben Bonkoske

  • Time-traveling to type

    I am often surprised by life, once I get out of what I think I know about everything. People say that the thirties are much more settled, and I think on a very base level, my life has some sort of consistency and pattern to my daily and weekly doings – but excitement still presents itself.

    It is good to try things that are different from what you expect. My experience has shown me that when I do nothing, call off plans, sleep in, and watch TV for too long, I am never relaxed. I am conflicted with a small amount of dread, and despite being sick of being a couch potato, I only wish to prolong this suffering.

    Last night, it was pushing midnight, and I was overcome with dread about the fact that I promised to go to the Universalist Unitarian church with my professor’s son. His son, a sophomore at ETHS is being bullied and feels hopeless and suicidal. When I was his age, and I felt so confused and upset about the world, I turned to God. So I brought him to the place that helped me understand that there was something in the universe that loved me – often channeled through old ladies sharing their experience.

    I hadn’t been to that church in ten years, and there were people I recognized, and, who recognized me. All that aside, I saw the kid smile, and we got him a Bible, and it looks like this is going to be part of my routine.

    What I really really really didn’t want to do was to go to my grandparents afterwards. Hell, I had done enough good deeds for the week.

    But I did. My grandparents are getting up there and who knows how long they’ve got – although, while I was there, it seemed as though they are going to live forever in their very lived-in home, because to my knowlege, they haven’t aged or changed in the past ten years either. Let’s hope for the best.

    I’ve promised my grandma a few things in my lifetime. One of them is that I would write a book about her father, my great-grandfather who walked with a cane his whole life. Being that I have some time on my hands, I decided it was time to start this book.

    They told me the story I’ve been told my whole life, and I wrote the first chapter of the book from their basement, where time ceases to exist and good, true words can be written. I read them what I wrote, and if all goes according to plan, this is how I will be spending my Sundays for the next while until it is finished. Also the Bears won!

    I have a lot of writing projects that I am working on right now. When it comes to reading, I realized that I was reading a few too many books, and it was taking much too long to finish any of them, so I revised my reading method to only read one book at a time. I think I’ve finished three in the past three months. I have decided to read Moby Dick – not because I want to, but because it will make me a better writer. And just like solving a rubix cube, once off my plate, I am sure that I will give myself a lot of other books have the joy of reading quickly. I am aiming to finish a book of a lifetime by the end of the year.

    As I said, I have a lot of writing projects I am working on. I think there is something like six or seven books I’d like to write. This is an indication that I have put off my passion for a few too many years, and now it is time to do what I love and get back on track.

    1. The book about high school
    2. the book about my great grandfather
    3. Another collection of short stories
    4. A novel about Chicago AA
    5. A book of poetry
    6. A memoir
    7. A second edition of my first book
    8. The motorcycle diary

    This all aside from the fact that I have a manuscript that I will be sending to publishers and agents. Hopefully two in the next month or so.

    The backward moral is that I am glad to have so many projects – many wells to pull from- and yes, there are nights when a word will just not present itself. However, my hope is that by having this long list of projects, I can have diversity based on how I am feeling for the day or night and be able to execute some progress on each of them. Knock em off like the books I read when I read what I want.

    I have to give myself the grace of creative liberty to work on what is calling me—not to force something that doesn’t want to be written at the moment. I am optimistic, and I have shown myself that when I do what I love and follow my heart, there is nothing I can’t accomplish.

  • Green Field

    I say this often: Even a week’s hiatus can be detrimental to the practice of writing.

    The good news is I have many projects on the horizon.

    I have taken (with the approval of my father) a year to focus on my writing goals.

    My hope is that my new manuscript of old short stories is accepted for publication. I have been going through a list of all of the available publishers in The Writer’s Market 100th Edition. I have also sent out a proposal to an agent, and will be looking through the list of agents in the book as well.

    It is time that I publish in literary magazines and contests. Hopefully this will give me some credibility.

    I do well with lists.

    1. Write books and short stories
    2. Submit to literary magazines
    3. Find an agent
    4. Get published

    If I make a list of things I want to accomplish, in some way or other it usually is done. Sometimes, there are new things that become prioritized, and old things linger on there for years.

    “Business as usual against the heart.”

      For example, I’ve wanted to write a certain book since I was 18 years old. This year, I decided I had three other books to write that would take precedence. Last week, a novel called to me to be written, and I am six chapters into that.

      A change of plans can be a good thing. I hope I will be able to write my first book idea better with the extra practice. It seems so.

      The good news is, I have an academic year ahead of me to accomplish all of these goals.

      But I should keep a list of my duties. And a daily agenda to make sure that I am given the space to accomplish these things. And enough humanity to throw my agenda out the window every once and a while.

      I will be your friendly-neighborhood-substitute teacher again this year. I am so happy about it. Hopefully, it either leads to a future job or future stories.

      I have gained some weight. I will have to be wise about my diet, exercise, sleep schedule, and other indulgences to make sure that I am of sound body and mind.

      I wonder if I have lost my great, in-depth analysis of everything; well, hopefully we won’t have to wait until next week to find out.

      I will be at my desk.

    1. The Broom of the System by David Foster Wallace Video Essay – Book Review/Synopsis

      The Broom of the System by David Foster Wallace – Book Review/Synopsis

      The Broom of the System was David Foster Wallace’s first novel. It was written in 1987 during a sabbatical he referred to as a quarter-life crisis while he was still attending Amherst.

      It was published when he was 24.

      The idea for the book came from his ex-girlfriend’s comment,” She would rather be a character in a piece of fiction than a real person.” The book follows a girl named Lenore Beadsman, who is having an existential crisis because she cannot tell if she is a real person or just someone who exists within the confines of a book. By the end of the book, the reader will have trouble distinguishing between this fact or fiction.

      My copy is approximately 467 pages, and much ground is covered.  The plot, to put it briefly, is about a telephone operator who is the heir of a baby food company whose grandmother has escaped from a nursing home. Everyone she meets is, for some reason, infatuated with her. The opening chapter is about Lenore visiting her sister at Amherst, where a group of Fraternity brothers, one of which is Wang-Dang Lang, come in and force the girls to sign their asses. 

      She is in a committed relationship with Rick Vigorous. However, Rick meets Wang-Dang Lang at a bar while Rick and Lenore are visiting Amherst – in which Lenore sees her brother La Vanche – and Rick invites Wang-Dang to come to work for him after learning that he is married to a girl that lived across the street from Rick when he was young and who he is still infatuated with. And then things go awry.

      The book’s primary narrator and other existential crises comes from Rick Vigorous, an overly anxious and dependent president of a publishing house called Frequent and Vigorous. I wouldn’t categorize him as an unreliable narrator because almost everything he says aloud in the book is said in a manic, oversharing way that you can’t help but believe or must deny. However, make no mistake; he is a scheming shyster who is entirely discredited by the end of the story.

      You sort of love to hate him the way a friend of yours whines about every single thought that comes to his mind without the ability to censor his indiscretions and insecurities. Although Rick is never vulgar, just pious in a very pathetic way.

      While Lenore, on the other hand, you only want to hear more of what she thinks while the rest of the characters smother her. Wallace claims that the character of Lenore was his autobiographical portion of the book, but I can’t imagine it being an autobiographical novel; it is just too ridiculous.

      Another memorable character is Vlad the Impaler, a Cockatiel that ate some cutting-edge baby food, which made him start religiously preaching, interspersed with echoes of Lenore’s roommate’s breakup.

      Bombardi is a man who tries to eat so much that he will take up all the space in the universe.

      La Vanche, Lenore’s one-legged drug-addicted philosopher brother, also referred to as the Anti-Christ, will give you flashbacks of all the egomaniac first-year college students we all knew.

      Wallace renounced the book, saying that a very clever 14-year-old could’ve written it, and I and other critics couldn’t disagree more. Aside from the fact that it is very clever, there is no doubt that there was a lot of conscientious writing by someone who was grappling with himself, but also the world around him.

      A fault of the book is that it was written by a 24-year-old, so some convictions about the world are a tad cynical and one or two unoriginal paragraphs, but it is so rare that it is barely worth mentioning. The book is profoundly original, in my opinion. That being said, Wallace was criticized, saying that it ripped off The Crying of Lot 49 by Thomas Pynchon – a book that also follows a woman who everyone is trying to seduce – caught in a conspiracy. In Wallace’s defense, he claims he hadn’t read the novel when he wrote Boom of the System, but there are more similarities beyond just the plot. The language is suspiciously similar, but great thinkers think alike.

      But that is what makes this book so unique: it does not conform to many rules of what is supposed to be a book. While on a radio interview, someone called in and said, “I’ve never read anything like it.” I can say the same. I have read many books, but reading this, as a writer, has really broadened my idea of what an author can do with a text.

      It intermingles with places that exist and things that don’t. One of the many, many plot points is about the Great Ohio Desert, Abbreviated as G.O.D. in the book. Now, you and I know there is no such thing as the Great Ohio Desert, but Wallace is toying with the extent to which business moguls could infiltrate suburban living for profit.

      The book is written mostly and plays with many forms of dialogue: Transcripts, short stories interwoven inside the book, and no reference to who is talking. This keeps it fresh because you never know exactly what will be in store for the next five or ten pages within chapter breaks referred to as /a /b /c etc.

      The plot is a bit messy, but you really don’t care, and readers should be able to find a common thread throughout the story for the most part. However, this would be one of my critiques of the novel. It seems to be reaching from too many wells; the thread is loose, and many of them are not tied up.

      However, if the author was aware of this school of thought that the storyline meanders, it satirizes itself by the end of part one, where at a bar, the male lead, Rick Vigorous, meets an acquaintance named Wang-Dang Lang in one of those small world happenstances that ties us in the invisible lines that connect us all, even if it seems stranger than fiction.

      Although it was written in 1987, it is technically a futuristic novel, as is Wallace’s much more famous work, Infinite Jest. This is an unpopular opinion, but based on these two premises of these stories, David Foster Wallace could be categorized as a science-fiction writer because both books exist in a near dystopian future.

      The book toys around with sexual innuendo constantly, as any 24-year-old writer would do. But I think if there is a moral to the story, apart from a few philosophical mindfucks, it is that sex is not the most important part of a relationship; it is about the ability to connect with the person you are in bed with.

      Lenore and Rick Vigorous spend many nights in bed, with Rick talking – telling Lenore stories that Lenore enjoys. However, at the end of the novel, Lenore is in Bed with Wang-Dang Lang, and he tells her a story that makes her cry for the first time in her life. 

      I would highly recommend this book. Like Pynchon’s language, once you grasp the style, you will fall in love with it, and it becomes much more accessible. I hope you give this book a chance. I think it is a great place to start with Wallace’s fiction, and I look forward to reading his second book Girl With Curious Hair.

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