Jeff Tweedy's 6 favorite books
Jeff Tweedy, leader of the band Wilco, is releasing his first true solo album Nov. 30. His new memoir, Let's Go (So We Can Get Back) shares stories about his Illinois youth, his family today, and his three decades of making music.
Hunger by Knut Hamsun (1890).
When I first encountered this novel, I felt I'd discovered a missing link between the old and modern world — like discovering that your grandparents smoked opium and intentionally listened to the Victrola at the wrong speed. I remember feeling relieved that my particular brand of alienation had some lineage.
This book alternates between the fragmented musings of a woman who believes she is alone on Earth and the shards of literary and mythological memory that keep her company. Markson is an inspiration. He has a rare ability to write experimental fiction without sacrificing sentiment.
I have no idea how my friend George Saunders gets language to do the things he gets it to do, mixing internal and external dialogue while achieving a depth and accuracy I've never encountered in anyone else's writing. He makes even jargon sound soulful. Like the Robert Coover book below, this novella has an uncomfortably timely resonance.
Don Quixote by Miguel de Cervantes (translated by Edith Grossman).
I've sometimes told people that if they want to understand what "rock and roll" means to me, they should read Don Quixote. Which is an unbelievably obnoxious thing to say and also something I stand by. Without Sancho Panza believing in or at least humoring his "liege," the magic evaporates. It feels incredible to suspend disbelief and subscribe to the world-changing spell cast by a rock song. What's wrong with that? Lots, probably. But life would suck without it.
This is nightmarish historical fiction about the early atomic age — the execution of the Rosenbergs, specifically — and it features some of the bleakest humor. I wish reality didn't feel as if it were catching up with Coover's grotesque vision.
What It Is by Lynda Barry (2008).
If you want to write or draw or just liberate yourself to make stuff without a judgmental a--hole of an observing ego, this book — organized like a grade-school workbook — is a great place to start. I keep it handy as a reminder that creativity often requires little more than staying out of one's own way.