Books read in May of 2025:
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+= book I have read before, but not this reprint/edition/translation
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Books read in May of 2025:
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I keep forgetting to mention this, but over the last few months I've been a frequent contributor to the Neo-Passéism Substack. Here's a link to the Substack's archive, where one can find a number of various articles, some (though not all) of which I contributed to (it's planned to get to 50 or so entries):
https://neopasseism.substack.com/archive?sort=new
Contributors to the Neo-Passéism Substack are also periodically being interviewed, and I was picked as the first subject. Topics covered include virginity, books written by my brothers, my interest in Medievalism, Shakespeare as a fan fiction writer, my long out-of-print debut novel CONFUSION, my forthcoming French Decadent short novel PULP FIN-DE-SIÈCLE, and (most importantly) why Lady Gaga is more important than Rihanna. Thanks to Justin Isis for the questions and Dan Heyer for the artwork (I was happy to see he included the northern boundary line of my chest hair)
https://neopasseism.substack.com/p/james-champagne-interview
Books read in April of 2025:
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Books read in January of 2025:
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Recently I decided to update my Top 100 Albums of All-time list (mainly rock/pop, not counting soundtracks, Classical, and so on). Albums with an asterisk indicate new additions
Yesterday I finished work on my third novel, PULP FIN-DE-SIÈCLE. For those keeping track of such things, it’s literally been almost nine years since I finished the first draft of my second novel HARLEM SMOKE (on Jan. 20, 2016); of course, in that span of time, I did do a few other books. This new one began life as a short story/novella that I wrote back in 2019 (back then, it was called THE POISONED CITY). Over the last five years, I kept adding bits and pieces to it on a periodic basis, and it kept expanding and getting longer and longer, eventually more than doubling its original size. Finally, last year I decided to just start thinking of it as a short novel. At over 40,000 words, it’s slightly shorter than, say, something like THE GREAT GATSBY. But I think every author should have at least one short novel in their bibliography: Camus had THE STRANGER, Orwell had ANIMAL FARM, Steinbeck had THE PEARL and OF MICE AND MEN, Conrad had HEART OF DARKNESS, and so on. But I should stress that I view it not as a novella, but as either a short novel or just a plain novel period!
The project can be (tongue-in-cheek) described as MONSIEUR DE PHOCAS meets THE CANTERBURY TALES, and is kind of a tribute to all of the 19th-century French Decadent authors I’ve been reading and enjoying over the last 20 years or so (in particular, Jean Lorrain, J.-K. Huysmans, and Leon Bloy). It’s set over a period of 24 hours on an April day in Paris in 1893, and is divided into seven 10-15 page sections, each of which revolve around a stock character from the books and stories of that era: a Priest, a Symbolist Artist, a Dandy, an Actress, a Prostitute, a Diabolist/Occultist, and a Decadent Novelist . . . but all of the characters drift in and out of each other’s sections/stories, hence why I somewhat jokingly gave the book the current title it has. Of course, even though it’s something of a mosaic novel, the true main character of the book is Paris itself, with its churches and cafés, its opera houses and artist studios, and so on and so forth.