Increments

Time is limited, and since I am usually moving several projects forward at any given moment, I tend to use what Oliver Burkeman refers to, in his excellent book “Four Thousand Weeks,” as radical incrementalism. For me, this means writing in small increments of time, usually an hour or two. Sometimes it’s just a few minutes spent capturing ideas in IOS Notes during a liminal part of the day. As a creative process, this actually works well because breaks are essential to my clarity of mind, particularly during revisions, which make up the bulk of the work. Typically, when revising my work I go back over the previous sessions of work before starting a new section. This is an effective way of capturing errors—choppy flow or snags in readability. In this manner, it’s possible to produce book length works without bailing on everyday life.

Other than Notes, one of my favourite apps, I work in Scrivener (v3.4). Scrivener allows me to pull a project apart, so the pieces are laid out like a plastic model kit. I am not one of those magical writers that can hold it all in my head so I need a trusted repository. For this reason Scrivener is well suited to the incremental approach. It’s much easier to face a single chapter, with a synopsis and notes on the same screen, than a Word document with its crushing column of 100K words. I have tried many other writing apps, but I keep returning to Scrivener.


We lost David Lynch this week. His death could not have come at a worse time. But it was the times that took him. I read this morning that he died from complications resulting from being moved due to the LA fires. Poignant news given that fire was such a critical aspect of his vision.

I never met David Lynch, though it was not for lack of trying: Thank you for sending this very thoughtful request. Unfortunately, Mr. Lynch would like to politely decline participation in this project. However, he wishes you the best of luck, and thanks you for thinking of him. Thanks for understanding. I would wager he never saw my proposal, but it’s fun to day-dream about the what if. Lynch’s daydreams gave me, and so many others, touchstones on the journey of creative expression. His aesthetic spoke to me from the first. I grew up in a heavily industrialized area and the sounds and visuals of Eraserhead felt immediately familiar. The Elephant Man was profound, and even Dune, which he later distanced himself from, had a powerful effect on my developing artistic sensibilities. I can think of no other artist, except maybe the Brothers Quay, that so excited and gave me hope. Lynch’s view on creativity was, and remains, refreshing and liberating.

  • Richard

Thru the darkness
of Future Past
the magician longs to see
once chants out
between two worlds
Fire—walk with me.

David Lynch

Radiolaria Studios

I’ve jumped into 2025 with an overdue reorganization of my on-line world. Recently, I deleted my Substack—the format just wasn’t for me. I’ve long enjoyed WordPress and over time it has developed functionality that meets my needs as a creative. So my focus will now be on my WP art blog, and this blog, which is dedicated to words.

I’ve have now changed the name of this, my long dormant book blog, from Amnesiac’s Library to Radiolaria Studios. The original idea behind the blog was to highlight and share things I happened to be reading. Radiolaria Studios is a name I’ve used over time to publish a novella, The Lost Machine, and various prints. Although it too has been dormant for a while, I am bringing it back this year to publish some smaller writing projects—think illustrated novellas and chapbooks. While I continue to aspire to publish in the commercial book world, I also believe I need to make room for quieter projects close to my heart. For that reason, Amnesiac’s Library becomes Radiolaria Studios. Going forward, this blog will focus on the literary end of my creative output. It will be a blog to chat about books I am excited about and my own projects. Richard A. Kirk Art will remain focused on my visual art.

For long haulers, thank you for supporting my work on all fronts. For people new to my work, welcome!

  • Richard

The Recognitions

I started the Recognitions a couple of weeks ago. Not rushing this one. I read a few pages every morning with my coffee. It’s dense and often funny. By the time I reach the end of this book, I am sure I will have read it 4 times. My brain seems most receptive to it in the hours before the concerns of the day start flooding in. The first couple of chapters concern the artist Wyatt as a young boy growing up motherless in a religious household and his relationships with his father and an elderly Aunt. There is a fascinating and disturbing episode with a barbary ape brought home by the Reverend Gwyon from his overseas travels. Later, when Wyatt is an adult, attempting to make his way as a painter, there is a pointed interaction with a critic that has a cruel impact on his aspirations. Following this, are a series of conversations with Wyatt’s wife Esther, who is confounded by Wyatt’s “work,” that make for compelling reading. I’ll post more of my impressions as I continue with The Recognitions.

While even Aunt May’s medieval posture could not credit her stomach as a cauldron where food was cooked by heat from the adjacent liver, she sought evidences of the Lord’s displeasure in foreign catastrophes and other people’s difficulties, and usually found good reason for it.

p.33

What’s any artist, but the dregs of his work, the human shambles that follows it around.

p. 95

A Return to Form

I’ve let an unconscionable amount of time slip by since I last posted to Amnesiac’s Library so I’d like to re-introduce myself. My name is Richard Kirk. Friends know me as Rick. My twin passions are art and books. I have a WordPress blog where interested parties can keep up with the art end of things, but I created Amnesiac’s Library some time ago to document my love of books, real paper books (full disclosure, I do have a Kindle, 3 in fact, but it’s just not the same is it?) Amnesiac’s Library is a dedicated place to highlight what I am reading, cool used book shop finds, book related things that catch my eye and from time to time, my own writing. If you love books as much as I do, please consider subscribing to Amnesiac’s Library!

Bewilderment

Bewilderment by Richard Powers. Cards from Sibley Backyard Birding Flashcards David Sibley

I finished Bewilderment at the end of October. There is much to like here, the retelling of Flowers for Algernon, the invented planets shared by the father and son at bedtime, the barely concealed references to real public personalities, all worked into a compelling and moving narrative. What I enjoyed most about this book though was the character of the mother, powerfully present in her absence. Her personality sometimes felt like one of the imaginary planets described by the narrator, pieced together from memories and the perceptions of others, particularly her son, the way one might ascertain the composition of a distant celestial object through the scattering of light.

I started reading Powers back in the early 1990s with The Gold Bug Variations on a transatlantic flight to England. Since then, I’ve read him periodically and long the way I bought most of his novels faithfully on publication. Reading Bewilderment made me want to go back and fill the gaps.

League of Extraordinary Hoarders

The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen

I have a terrible vice—book hoarding. I buy books, and then due to over burdened bookshelves in my living space, store them in the dreaded plastic bin (okay dozen plastic bins) in my basement.

Occasionally, I’ll go down there, brave the spiders, sow bugs and spent Christmas decorations to search for something that occurred to me. Usually, I have no luck finding what I’m looking for and come up with several things I wasn’t. Such is the case with The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen graphic novel.

What is extraordinary is that I haven’t read it yet. It is, as they say, up my alley. The art is amazing, the period is dear to my heart and it looks a hell of a lot less intimidating the Moore’s Jerusalem, which also mocks me from the murky depths of a Home Depot storage bin.

I’ll let you know how I make out.

Quincunx

But now, when I tried to see the whole affair from the point of view of the self interest of each of the parties involved, the anomaly came to me suddenly.

The Quincunx, Charles Palliser

I spent most of the Christmas break reading The Quincunx, which somehow I’d managed to put off since it was recommended to me sometime in the 1980s. At 781 pages, it it the longest novel I’ve read in a while. It also weighs a ton. I think it left a permanent groove in my chest. It’s dense, immersive and in places harrowing. For this image, I paired it with Philip Davies’ Lost London, 1870-1945, which is filled with beautiful archival images of London. Both books are highly recommended.

Almost October

An illustrated edition of my novel Tailor of Echoes will be published sometime in the spring by PS Publishing in the UK. I’m really pleased about this as they did such a great job on my collection Magpie’s Ladder. Over the winter, I will be drawing the illustrations, and I’ll post a few teasers here.

I let this blog rest over the summer while I adjusted to all things Covid along with the rest of the world. But, autumn is almost here, a time when I always feel particularly connected to all things book related. I’ll be posting about my work, my current reads, interesting covers and illustrations and so on. I hope the blog will pick up some new readers along the way.

Beyond the Reach, Richard A. Kirk, 2020, ink on paper, 14” x 18”