What's Your Line? by Tim Lane

Recently, I had to fill out a survey, and one of the items asked me to include my favorite line from a book. I didn’t hesitate. A line that has stayed with me for thirty years is the first line of part two, chapter nine of Walker Percy’s debut novel, The Moviegoer. The line is on page 83 of the Avon paperback edition, which is my favorite. I read this book five summers in a row. The book is narrated by a deep-thinking, yet semi-shallow smart-ass. Or maybe it is more fair to say that the narrator is a thoughtful person who observes society but can’t help being a product of the times. Here is the line:

"For some time now the impression has been growing upon me that everyone is dead.”

The survey got me thinking about other books. I love the opening paragraph of John Fante’s novel, Ask the Dust

“One night I was sitting on the bed in my hotel room on Bunker Hill, down in the very middle of Los Angeles. It was an important night in my life, because I had to make a decision about the hotel. Either I paid up or I got out: that was what the note said, the note the landlady had put under my door. A great problem, deserving acute attention. I solved it by turning out the lights and going to bed.”

Here are five books that make my reshuffled Top 25 deck no matter how many times I shuffle the cards:

The Stranger, The Lover, Ask the Dusk, The Moviegoer, Savage Detectives, Last Nights of Paris.

Okay, so that’s six. What can you do? So many books. Camus’ opening line in The Stranger is perhaps one of the most remembered opening lines of a novel: “Maman died today.”

I actually rewrote the opening line of my novel, Your Silent Face, many times. Too many to count.

“Earlier we had argued whether The Smith’s lyrics were over-indulgent.”

I felt like that opening line had to capture something if not everything the book was about—being young in the 80s.

I always sample the opening lines of a novel before deciding whether to take the plunge.

Marguerite Duras, author of the famous novel, The Lover.

Marguerite Duras, author of the famous novel, The Lover.

Stories Preserve Places? by Tim Lane

Yesterday, we drove into Flint to see family and had to take a detour off of Dort Highway because only two hours earlier, a shooting had occurred outside of the Big John Steak and Onion shop. A shooting at eleven in the morning. The shooting was the result of a theft and the subsequent retaliation.

My friend, who also grew up in Flint, but now lives in Detroit, messaged, “Who is robbing shit on S. Dort???” After I gave her some of the details of the shooting, which I won’t go into, she replied: “And that’s why you don’t rob people off of Dort Highway.”

I really can’t lambaste Flint because I didn’t stick around and try to help my community. My answer to what I experienced growing up, what I saw on the horizon, was to leave. And that’s what I did. I occasionally drive in to see family, meet with old friends and visit the Flint Institute of Arts.

Recently, the friend that I mentioned above informed me that somebody has been burning abandoned buildings again. Two, in particular, caught her attention: the old pharmacy across from the original Angelo’s, and the clock shop on the corner of Dort and Robert T. Longway. Both of these buildings have been vacant for years. But none of these places are ever really abandoned in our minds.

The pharmacy was significant for me because I used to walk to it from my grandmother’s house with my uncle. In my semi-autobiographical coming-of-age novel, Your Silent Face, the protagonist and his uncle spend several tense moments together in a fictionalized version of this pharmacy.

Another East Side building that has been torched and gutted is the old Brown’s Funeral Home. This place is mentioned in YSF, as well. Stuart, the protagonist, avoids driving past it as he roves across the East Side because it brings back painful memories of when his grandfather suddenly died.

I am including photos. I do not like to dwell on urban blight, but maybe it has to be acknowledged. These places look nothing like this in my mind—my imagination—and I guess that a part of me tries to keep it that way.

I think my novel preserves a part of Flint—some places, some people, some moments—but I also think that this is complicated. I didn’t sugar-coat anything. I blurred and fictionalized people, places and events while trying to be true to an experience. I might have focused on too many negatives. I might have kicked my hometown one too many times while it was down. I tried to provide a bit of balance while remaining faithful to the perspective of a mixed up, sensitive, angry narrator who dwelt on his tough experiences more than his tender ones—who struggled with class, religion, violence and failure.

Good or bad, or neither, I do believe that stories preserve a place, or, more like one’s experience or perception of a place. It’s a fact, or a Romantic idea. Maybe both. I think that stories can help other people. I think in some way that they can help the person who writes them. I think history matters, and that people have to question stories for historical accuracy. Like I said, I haven’t contributed to Flint’s welfare or future. But I think that I get to have my say because I was born and raised there. I spent all of my formative years there. I like to think that maybe my novel is some sort of contribution, but if I am being honest, I’m not really sure.

#Flint #EastSide #Angelos #FlintEastSide #YourSilentFace

The vacant pharmacy at the corner of Franklin and Davison.

The vacant pharmacy at the corner of Franklin and Davison.

What used to be Brown’s Funeral Home.

What used to be Brown’s Funeral Home.

Both of my grandparents lived a couple of blocks from both of these places, and for the first six years of my life, I did, too. But even after we moved less than two miles away, this neighborhood was still the hub of my life for many more years.

YSF Update by Tim Lane

Two weeks ago, I was notified that the 49th and 50th copies of my 80s, East Side of Flint, coming-of-age novel, Your Silent Face were sold. If you haven’t taken a look, I invite you to check it out. Peace.

#80s #NewWave #Flint #EastSide #GenX #RustBelt #graffiti #urbanpoetry #NativeAmerican #bluecollar

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5.0 out of 5 stars Great read

Reviewed in the United States on October 30, 2020

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Your Silent Face follows the emerging adult, Stuart, through his first summer at home after his first year away at college. It is set in the mid-80's in the struggling industrial midwest city of Flint. The novel beautifully weaves together the struggles of Stuart as he tries to figure himself out, with the 80's new wave music scene. There is music, alcohol, drugs, dancing, fighting (including a basketball fight), graffiti, poetry, sex, chess, and a mysterious Viking. Read it! I loved it and am hoping to hear more from author, Tim Lane.

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5.0 out of 5 stars East Side

Reviewed in the United States on April 14, 2021

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Great read, it is full of things I had forgotten about from the 80’s and the East Side of Flint. Congrats Tim

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Robots, Roommates, Kraftwerk, Daniel H. Wilson, Native Land Acknowledgements by Tim Lane

#TBT. This is one of my favorite 80s pics, though honestly it is almost a 90s pic. I don’t think I’ve worn a turtleneck in thirty years. Anyway, I often think about robots, and robotics. I see something, analyze it and think, “In the future, a robot will do this.” Or, “This will be automated someday.” The other day, my son said to me, “If you think about it, we’re already surrounded by robots. We just don’t think of them as robots.” Of course, he’s right. The other other day, while I was thinking about the Mars rover, and its helicopter, I was reminded of the first time I saw Kraftwerk in concert. The crowd loved the robots. I saw them with one of my college suitemates. It was an otherworldly experience. I have seen some great concerts with my college roomies, who have become lifelong friends. Most recently, we saw Modern English. That was a great night. I can’t wait for concerts to be safe again. I just hope robots don’t take over the world someday. I recently read Daniel H. Wilson’s book, Robopocalypse, and now I am following that up with Robogenesis. Scary stuff! Wilson is a best-selling author, a robotics engineer and a Cherokee citizen. As I sip my coffee and craft this blog post from Michigan’s capital city, I acknowledge the Chippewa, Ottawa and Potawatomi tribes that first lived on this land we now call the state of Michigan.

Please enjoy the amazing video of the Kraftwerk robots in concert below, and explore the other aspects of yoursilentface.com.

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A Teardrop on My Pillow by Tim Lane

It’s been a minute since I made a new playlist. My friend tells me that there is a music genre out there called New Dark Wave. I like it. I don’t know. Everything moves pretty fast, if ya ask me.

The times are almost indescribable. I have really turned to music when I’m not focused on more important matters.

I have to confess that I am thrilled how a lot of alternative rock music has come back to an 80s sound—a New Wave, Goth-ish, techno, 80s post-punk sound. It’s unmistakable. I love it. I was an 80s teen.

According to some articles I’ve read, an 80s Goth revival is here, or right around the corner.

This playlist is a little Dark Wavy, a tad Power Poppy, <shrugs>

Follow my playlists! Enjoy.

Check out the art galleries—all my original artwork. Check out my 80s coming-of-age novel, Your Silent Face.

#80s #goth #newwave #genx #darkwave #synthpop

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Gimme Your Masses, mixed media on canvas, 20”x16”

Gimme Your Masses, mixed media on canvas, 20”x16”

Unknown Pleasures, Finally by Tim Lane

To explain why I have never purchased a t-shirt featuring the iconic Joy Division stacked pulsar emission graphic would be too boring and embarrassing, so I won’t (I’m not really sure I understand it myself). Peter Saville’s artwork on the album cover of Joy Division’s Unknown Pleasures is a universal, mainstream image these days. When the album came out in 1979, the graphic was mysterious and, I dare say, seismic. And now, some thirty-five years since I fell in love with the band, the album and Saville’s artwork, I finally have the t-shirt.

Enjoy the official video of “Love Will Tear Us Apart” below.

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Tribute to Ian Curtis #flashbackfriday by Tim Lane

This exploration of small paintings was a good exercise for me. I had not worked small. Working small didn’t cater to my strengths at the time. I was utilizing a combination of emotional expressiveness and calculated thought. When you add experience to this combination, you eventually end up with instincts, I believe.

My formula has almost always been to begin with instinctual, emotional expression which is followed up by bringing in stylized or machine-precise images that convey an idea or message. Big, emotional planes of color, or bold gestures with a brush come off better big. So I was working big early on.

This series, which was a tribute to Ian Curtis, of Joy Division, was an attempt at doing what I do in a smaller environment or format, and I was happy with the results. It was progress. I learned that it could be done.

Why the tribute? I really admired the way Ian Curtis seemingly, unabashedly put himself out there for us: the poetry, the philosophy, the emotion and the body. It was something I found myself incapable of at the age of eighteen. I thought his lyrics, his sense of performance—what video footage I had seen—and Joy Division’s sound were electric and amazing, and it all helped me channel a lot of my own adolescent angst at the time, which very well may have saved me.

Shadowplay

Shadowplay

Disorder

Disorder

"Everything Counts in Large Amounts"--Depeche Mode by Tim Lane

Depeche Mode sang that “everything counts in large amounts.” Love that early 80s tune! Small amounts, too, I would say. Many thanks to East Side for the new stars and review at Amazon, and many thanks to whomever for last week’s purchases which helped me reach a personal goal.

If you are unfamiliar with my self-published coming-of-age novel, Your Silent Face, you can check it out here in the galleries, at Amazon, in the Apple Book Store and at KIRKUS REVIEWS. Links below.

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“Lane’s coming-of-age story interrogates timeless themes of class, violence, assimilation, and the rough stumble to adulthood…Readers will enjoy following Stuart’s thought processes, wherever they lead.” —Kirkus Reviews

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Key words: #80smusic #NewWave #GenX #RustBelt #NativeAmerican #graffiti #urbanpoetry

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