December 26, 2006

 

the provenances of federmania

BLOGMASTER'S NOTE: Raymond Federman and Mike Daily (Federman's Blogmaster) at Beyond Baroque in Venice, Calif., February 2004, for the 30th Anniversary of Fiction Collective publishing. Photo (Polaroid) by a member of Ray's family.

Today, Tuesday, December 26, 2006, at 8:20 AM, Ray emailed me something for the blog--30 ANAGRAMS FOR RAYMOND FEDERMAN--adding that he forgot who sent him that [in 2005]...

fed, I wrote back, I compiled those! you madman playgiarizer!

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30 ANAGRAMS FOR 'RAYMOND FEDERMAN'
IN THE FORM OF A COUNTDOWN
by MIKE DAILY
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30. RON FED MADMAN RYE

29. MADE DAMN RENO FRY

28. DENNY FROM A DREAM

27. A FANNED DR MEMORY

26. RED MEN FRY A NOMAD

25. FRY ON EDEN MR ADAM

24. MY NON DADA MR REEF

23. MY NON REEF MR DADA

22. DENY A DAMN REFORM

21. MY FREE MR NON DADA

20. ADORN MY MADE FERN

19. MY ANDROMEDA FERN

18. MR NON DAYMARE FED

17. RANDY FED MEN ROAM

16. A YARN MENDED FORM

15. A YARN FORMED MEND

14. DEFORMED YARN MAN

13. A MANY FORMED NERD

12. MEN END A FORD ARMY

11. FOR A DAMN DR ENEMY

10. MADAM END ON FERRY

09. MADE DON FAN MERRY

08. A MANNED MOD FERRY

07. MERMEN FOR A DANDY

06. A DAMN DEMON FERRY

05. MEN REFORM A DANDY

04. ORNERY FED MADMAN

03. DENY RON MADE FARM

02. MY MANNERED DR OAF

01. END FARMYARD OMEN

00. RAYMOND FEDERMAN

--M D


End Notes:

RON = Ronald Sukenick

DON = Double or Nothing

FARM = The farm

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BLOGMASTER'S NOTE (CONTINUED): I just finished reading Return to Manure, I wrote to Federman this morning. What a very fine read--totally epic--so many funny bits amidst the travails--laugh-out-loud funny bits--really well put together. Seamless in fact for a craft of such frequent digressions. Thank you for the signed copy.

Now please remember the provences of federmania.

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From : Raymond Federman
Sent : Tuesday, December 26, 2006 10:44 AM
To : Mike Daily
Subject : Re: 30 anagrams

oh you were the guy who did the anagrams

I must be cultivating senilities

yes put it up on the blog with the proper credit

thanks for the good words about Manure

it was not an easy book to write

more soon

happy new year
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BLOGMASTER'S NOTE (CONTINUED): Return to Manure is a major work, I responded. A major Federmanic work. Novel. I like the Table of Contents at the end. You have matured. You should be very proud of the work. Thanks again for sending it. People need to know this is one of your best books.

Do you have any of those pictures described in the book? You should scan some and send to me. I'll post them on your blog. If you scan them, scan at 100 dpi. That's plenty for the web. Go to Resolution when you scan and select 100. It will probably want to scan at 300 dpi (dots per inch) but you want 100 dpi.

And being a wealthy man of the world you must have a digital camera.

Send me some new pics of The Pen Man.

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From : Raymond Federman
Sent : Tuesday, December 26, 2006 11:23 AM
To : Mike Daily
Subject : Re: 30 anagrams

yes you are right mike

return to manure is an important part of the great book that federman has been writing for more than 40 years

and yet Manure came out in September and so far only one little review in Publishers Weekly [did you see it]

From Publishers Weekly:
Wry, cantankerous and darkly hilarious aren't the adjectives one expects to use in describing the story of a young boy orphaned by the Holocaust, but veteran experimental writer Federman (Aunt Rachel's Fur), who lost his own family to the Nazis, eschews overt horror and sadness in favor of a lively exploration of the way memory both stimulates and frustrates the storytelling urge. The novel recounts the attempts of the narrator--whose name, biography and bibliography are nearly identical to Federman's--to locate the French farm where he hid from authorities during World War II. It becomes clear early on that the reader is being led on a "double journey...a journey in search of the farm...And the journey in search of the book." As in the best experimental fiction, form and content compliment one another, and the narrator's fragmented memories unfold in a series of engaging anecdotes involving a misanthropic old farmer, a lonely farm wife, a soon-to-be castrated bull and a mysterious woman in a nearby castle. As the title suggests, there are plenty of mordant musings, à la Beckett, on the nature of life, death and excrement. There's also plenty of pathos: the narrator's memories of his father, "the dreamer, l'artiste manqué, the tubercular romantic," are both merciless and deeply moving. A self-conscious and soulful novel, Federman's latest will be relished by his fans and new readers alike.


tell all your friends to review Manure


I don't have a scanner so I cannot scan photos -

maybe what I could do is send you a couple of the photos we took when Erica and I went to see the farm

I'll make copies at kinko and send them to you

how does that sound
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BLOGMASTER'S NOTE (CONTINUED): GREAT.
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From : Raymond Federman
Sent : Tuesday, December 26, 2006 11:36 AM
To : Mike Daily
Subject : Re: 30 anagrams

maybe I should just send you the photos and you scan them and send them back to me
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BLOGMASTER'S NOTE (CONTINUED): GREAT.

Eureka! I just found something while fishing around in my archives. Eureka.

Have a look at this incredible retold story (circa 2005) by my man
Moscovich:

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HOWLOOSEANATION OF THE HAND
by DAVID MOSCOVICH
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It took my retelling this story to several people before it clicked in my mind - still the words do not describe what had been prescribed.

How do I begin?

I was sitting in my reading chair. I had the corner lit with candles, and I was preparing myself for the short-acting ten minute psychedelic experience. Let's just say this drug is called howlooseanation. I loaded the pipe. Focus. I burned. I took it in. I set the pipe on the window sill. I was staring at the candles, when they shattered into a billion puzzle pieces, and I disappeared. The next thing that happened was this giant HAND. The HAND was composed of thousands of people, but at the same time I was the HAND as a whole. The HAND had five fingers, just like most HANDS. The people inside the HAND were trying to get out. Some entity had just left us here like this. As one large HAND. The entity left it to us to figure out who's who. Nobody knows. We're having a hard time separating out the individuals. Everyone is vibrating, feet are moving, people are slowly evacuating, scattering away from the hand. If only I knew which finger I was hiding inside. Then I could at least narrow it down a bit. What finger am I? Let's try to wiggle the finger. As I try to move it, more and more individuals break away. So many people are breaking away, away from what? The crash site. This was an accident. Interplanetary. Suddenly a HAND is born and here we are. Evacuating the HAND. As I focus on the finger, it seems to be slipping away from me. I can't focus. Which finger is it? More and more people slip away, claiming their individuality. Claiming themselves. When I come to, I grab the book on the window sill. The Two Fold Vibration, by Raymond Federman. Someone says, Oh, so that's whose book it is. Federman, eh? And the pipe, too. That's yours as well? I look over to the window sill. On impulse, I run into the CLOSET directly in front of me, open a dresser drawer and shove the pipe inside, closing the drawer and breathless I lean up against the CLOSET and open the book. I begin reading aloud, hoping that my voice will bring me back, this very passage:

wrinkled old body undying sitting in the final closet, the waiting room, the transitory space of his potential future among the stars, and like many others, men, women, children of all races, also waiting each in their own antechamber of departure, thousands of them, the new year's eve 1999 contingent, already dressed in the traditional white tunic of those marked for the colonies...

When I told a friend [Daily] about it, he mentioned a play by Raymond Federman about a HAND which plays out all the main roles. And also the significance of the CLOSET - Federman actually wrote a short story titled "The Voice in the Closet". He was hidden in the closet as a child during the nazi Holocaust escaping persecution. This explains my fear and the sense of hiding the pipe, the need to get away.

Society for Claims of the Paranormal, anyone?

--DM
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FINDING FEDERMAN ON THE WEB

www.federman.com
www.raymondfederman.blogspot.com
www.myspace.com/raymondfederman

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Comments:
ok Mike

I'm mailing you some photos of the farm and one of Montflanquin

when you are finished send them back

thanks
 
will do

when I am finished I will send them back

thank you
 
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