June 30, 2005
But this shirks the crucial question... is Orhan Pamuk a cunt?
How long am I going to keep mentioning Scott Heim's Mysterious Skin, and the new Gregg Araki film adaptation, on this blog? Until every one of you motherfuckers reads it. And sends in photographic proof. (Maybe just a picture of you reading it, while smiling or giving the thumbs-up. Which wouldn't exactly prove that you read it, but whatever.) Anyway, the movie finally opens in Austin today, and there are recent reviews at Metro Weekly and The Austin Chronicle. And on his blog, Heim promises he'll soon post some exciting news about his latest novel, We Disappear.
A UNLV building intended to enhance the human imagination will bear the name of the author of "2001: A Space Odyssey."
The writer's foundation will help fund the Arthur C. Clarke Center for Imagination and Opportunity. (Thanks to Jarret Keene for the link.)
Jessa Crispin takes on Dave Eggers' teddy-bear school of literary criticism, and thank God.
But at least when Mailer reigned, there was spark and excitement. Building a wall around writers and saying that all of them are equal is just delusional. Not everyone should write a book. And not everyone who does write a book is deserving of praise, as if the literary community is one big Special Olympics. That’s not interesting, and it’s not how you foster growth.
Michelle Tea (love) profiles Manic D Press for the San Francisco Bay Guardian.
"I read every manuscript that comes over the transom," Joseph says, with both weariness and pride. "The Bigfoot book came in the slush pile. I thought it was the funniest thing I'd ever read in my life." She's referring to In Me Own Words: The Autobiography of Bigfoot, by Graham Roumieu, an illustrated novel in which the mysterious creature demystifies himself, offering opinions on a variety of pop-culture and philosophical quandaries. It's been one of Manic D's best sellers.
Yes, when I think Faulkner, I think overpriced French Toast.
George Singleton might be America's funniest writer of fiction. I (inelegantly) reviewed his These People Are Us a while back for Bookslut, but everything he has in print is worth checking out. His debut novel, Novel, is reviewed at Newsday, and it's also recommended by Syntax of Things. You should probably check it out, you know?
Astrobiology Magazine looks at Mars in the history of literature.
Chinese Uighur author Nurmohammad Yasin has been sentenced to ten years in prison for writing a "subversive" short story. It's another sad chapter in the continuing oppression of Muslims in China.
With the help of Time Warner Book Group, Patterson has established the James Patterson Page-Turner Awards, $75,000 in annual cash prizes awarded to individuals and institutions that get people excited about reading.
God, it would be sweet to get my hands on some of that cash. But not as sweet as reading Patterson's latest brilliant novel, Lifeguard. You won't be able to put it down!
So you can go ahead and get that check in the mail, James. Don't worry about Jessa. She hates you. But me — I fucking love you, dude.
Joe Sacco is interviewed at Mother Jones about his new collection War's End, why he decided to publish another book about Bosnia, and the equal influence of George Orwell and R. Crumb.
The Boston Phoenix presents its Eighth Annual Muzzle Awards, a tribute to "those who undermined free speech and personal liberties."
The Book Standard follows the buzz of Julie Powell's cooking memoir, Julie & Julia, based on her blog the Julie/Julia Project. Someone should really give that girl a cooking show. But on HBO or something, because it's just not the same without the swearing.
Berkeley Breathed talks about the differences in political climate between his first two strips, "Bloom County" and "Outland" and the latest, "Opus."
“If it was being run today, it would be futile for me to apply the same ‘Bloom County’ approach to political satire to the Bush administration because he has successfully connected mockery of the Bush administration’s principles to disloyalty to the nation,” Breathed says. “I would probably lose half of my newspapers today if I, by name, did the same thing to Bush as I did to Bush Sr. and Ronald Reagan.
“The times have changed, and it has everything to do with declining circulation and an aging readership who are reluctant to give political satire the kind of patience that it deserves and instead immediately leap to accusations of treason.”
Norman Mailer, against all common logic, manages to dig himself an even deeper hole.
The 82-year-old novelist - who in an interview with Rolling Stone called the Japanese-American critic "a one-woman kamikaze" and "a token" minority hire - received a spanking yesterday from Dallas Morning News reporter Esther Wu, president of the 2,000-member Asian American Journalists Association.
The City Paper looks at how indie bookstores are competing with Amazon and brick-and-mortar megachains.
The love of books and the dusty enclaves they call to mind may be quaint, but it is becoming a bit of a dinosaur as more bookworms look to the megastores, which supplement their stacks with music, cappuccinos and shiatsu massages.
If you think that's bad, you're definitely not going to like Borders' new plan to start selling blowjobs and meth.
The first Left Behind video game is coming out soon.
The first video game title is set in New York and pits a small resistance force against the Antichrist, who has seized power at the United Nations with the goal of world domination.
Whoa! Right-wing Christians distrustful of the UN? Now I have seen everything.
For those of you who enjoyed C. S. Lewis' Narnia books, but wish the whole series was accompanied by cynical, rank commercialism — hey! It's your lucky day!
The Boston Globe's Alex Beam looks at Brad Evans, the "right-wing adventurer" and father of the late Tristan Egolf.
June 29, 2005
The Wall Street Journal has a rundown of new young adult fiction. As it turns out, Rainbow Party has some company.
One publisher is venturing beyond its titles on dragons and bunnies with "Claiming Georgia Tate," about a 12-year-old girl whose father pressures her into a sexual relationship and makes her dress like a prostitute. In "Looking for Alaska," prep-school students watch pornography and pass the time binge-drinking. Coming this fall is "Teach Me," in which a male high-school teacher has sex with a student.
All of which makes the controversial anal sex scene in Johnny Tremain seem kind of quaint.
Here's a loss for the world of American literature — Sen. Trent Lott's planned book Master of the Game has been delayed yet again and may never be published.
Describing it as a "discerning and literary companion" to their flagship entertainment-news magazine, Us Weekly editor-in-chief Janice Min announced on Tuesday the creation of Us Quarterly, a scholarly, four-times-yearly journal dedicated to sizzling-hot celebrity gossip.
How long before the Republicans nominate Henry C. Smith for something?
Liberals are inevitably handing the victory to the conservatives by "eliminating" their offspring through abortion, a Christian author from the United States claimed today.
Smith's Understanding the Cultural War in America is published by — just wait for it — PublishAmerica (which has previously tackled the abortion debate with the groundbreaking Don't Throw It Away!: A Graphic Statement Against the Practice of Abortion in the Form of Christian Fiction, available also as an e-card).
"While the humanists are busy killing off their own offspring, they are really helping us. I am not saying we should approve of abortion for that reason," Smith says. "It is clearly a wicked act, one which, from God's perspective, is worthy of death. But we must not overlook the fact that those who commit this horrible act are nevertheless doing us a favor. By destroying their own offspring, they are killing off a source of future voters, the majority of whom would probably grow up to be just like their parents. Thus, abortion ultimately works to our advantage. It helps cleanse our society of future humanists."
Looks like we know who's going to replace Rehnquist.
South African novelist Andre Brink (the forthcoming Praying Mantis) is promoting his new book by guest starring on local TV shows like Hard Copy and 7de Laan. Next: Michael Chabon on The OC. Seriously, I bet it happens.
For T.C. Boyle, the "creative process" includes possibly being killed by mountain lions.
I am not working on my biography with the rather pushy Rodge Glass. He has started work upon a book about my life and working methods. He is equipped to do so because we met when I was his Creative Writing tutor at Glasgow University in 2001 and I saw the first drafts of his forthcoming novel, ‘No Fireworks’. Finding him an excellent, patient secretary who could use a computer I have since dictated parts of several books to him, and hope to dictate more. I will not read any of the book before it is finally published, though I promise not to sue him for libel action.
Alasdair Gray talks about a few things he's working on.
Kate Taylor wonders why Canadians read more than Americans. (Registration required, apparently; what the fuck, Globe and Mail?)
Perhaps it's something as amorphous as our perpetual quest for identity or our openness to the outside world that sends us to books for answers and insights. Maybe it's something as practical as our healthy circuit of literary festivals that encourages us to read. Whatever your explanation, the gap should be recognized as another example of our cultural divergence from the United States despite the current climate of globalization.
Maybe it's because we're too busy running the world! Whooooooooo! No, I'm just kidding. It's probably the quest for identity and shit.
June 28, 2005
Shelby Foote, author of The Civil War: A Narrative, has died at 88. (Thanks to my dad for the link.)
Laura Miller reviews L. Ron Hubbard's Dianetics, the Bible of Scientology.
From reading "Dianetics" alone, you can glean a picture of Hubbard as a man wrestling with mental illness, who saw his mind as a potentially superhuman machine beset by invaders and parasites. Without knowing anything about his life, you can tell that this is someone raised in an environment of betrayal, secrecy, bullying and violence, someone who stands a good chance of re-creating the same conditions in his adult life if he's not careful.
Laura. Laura, Laura, you don't even-- you're glib. Here's the problem, Laura. You don't know the history of psychiatry. I do.
Things You Can Learn about the Plot of the Next Harry Potter Book Just by Looking at the Cover Art.
The Russian State Historical Archive is being relocated, and historians are worried.
The Bibliothèque Nationale de France has "lost" over 30,000 books, and the country's top literary prizes might be fixed. Plus, the world's most preeminent linguists have just issued a report noting that with its array of silent consonants and counterintuitive pronunciations, the French language is "all fucked up and shit." Can't find the link for that one, but trust me.
Let's see, you got yer Maus reference, you got yer "I never read comics as a child" statement, and you got yer "I always thought comics were for kids." Ah yes, it's another delightful addition to the boneheaded reviews of comics in the mainstream media. This time, Will Eisner's The Plot gets the treatment.
Can we please find a happy medium somewhere? Because I don't like reading the comic book journalism for hardcore comic book readers, either. Maybe just someone who, I don't know, treats comics like they're books? That'd be great, thanks.
The latest installment of BookNotes on Large Hearted Boy's blog is Chuck Klosterman for Killing Yourself to Live.
This would actually be a killer fucking album, now that I think about it. Except for that Great White song.
Vintage tries to predict which contemporary books will still be read in 100 years time. It's trying to narrow the list down to 15, and it's an odd mix. Palahniuk next to Calvino, Heller next to Desai. But Erica Jong? I'm pretty sure no one even reads that now, let alone 100 years in the future.
I was recently very impressed with Maureen McHugh's Mothers and Other Monsters. The short stories are the perfect blend of SF/F and literary to make me fall in love completely. You forget you're reading genre after a while and the fact that, say, one character turns out to be a clone comes as a complete shock. It's just so, so good. You can read the story "Oversite" on Ruminator's website, and you can read her blog here.
Britain's literary scene is so parochial that there is virtually a conspiracy against readers experiencing the best of the world's literature, according to John Carey, the chairman of the judges for the first International Man Booker prize.
Replace every mention of "Britain" and "UK" in this article with "US" and "America," and it still holds up.
Tim Rutten thinks that if we all just stop talking and writing about The Truth About Hillary, Ed Klein will just whither away.
Pitchfork Media's Rob Mitchum, apparently not having taken seriously Dave Eggers' "Everyone should be nice to everybody about everything" manifestos ("Pitchfork, of course, is The House that Snark Built, and you'll have to pry the snark out of our Cold. Dead. Haaaaaands."), finds The Believer's 2005 Music Issue CD to be forgettable.
After all the nonsense about the NEA Reading at Risk report, author Paul Collins (the wonderful Not Even Wrong) wonders why this much more optimistic Gallup poll didn't get more attention. (Thanks to Colleen for the link.)
High gas prices, a Republican moron in the White House, and angry parents challenging The Chocolate War: The '80s really are making a comeback. The latest complaints are from Michigan mother Chris Anderson:
"It has vile language and bad sexual conduct and masturbation," Anderson said. "Wet dreams and masturbation were mentioned something like six times. The entire book has a very negative message. The main character stands up to the school bullies and gets beat to a pulp for it."
Link via Leila at Bookshelves of Doom, who notes, "I didn't think that people used the term 'vile language' seriously anymore." Me neither. Who the fuck are these people?
June 27, 2005
Slate has a slide-show essay on Toothpaste for Dinner, "the most addictive comic on the Web." And it really is. (Exhibit A.)
A Few Good Eggs: Two Chicks Dish on Overcoming the Insanity of Infertility by Julie Vargo and Maureen Regan has gotten on Lynn Harris's nerves.
First of all, who in God's name puts a baby on the cover of a book about infertility? A baby? It's like putting a brioche on the cover of The Atkins Diet.
Second, can we please stop calling ourselves "chicks"? Please? The whole "take 'queer' back from the bigots" thing really just hasn't worked here. Deserved or not, "chick" still refers to something giggly and trivial, fun for the beach, good with General Foods International Coffee. All of which — and I promise you I haven't entirely lost my sense of humor — infertility is not. Do we "dish" about the "nuttiness" of depression, "gab" about how "kooky" it felt to have that abortion?
I love Lynn Harris, I really do.
Australia's Green Left Weekly looks at Pablo Neruda's Stalinism.
The Boston Globe profiles Scott Heim, author of Mysterious Skin and one of my personal favorites.
Book Babes Deride Comic Books for Destroying Western Culture! (Would you expect anything less from them?)
I am patiently working my way through two graphic novels, David B’s Epileptic and Marjane Satrapi's Embroideries, just one more indication in our world that Western culture increasingly depends on visual messages to perceive and understand what's going on. Do I think this is a good thing? No.
I love the use of the word "patiently." Isn't she the one who said we have to act like The Da Vinci Code is a real book? So glad to see she thinks crap trumps an entire medium, including her mention of one of the best books of the year, just because it ain't got no pictures in it.
Blair Tindall is the Pamela Des Barres of the classical music world. Except that Tindall was actually a musician herself, thus rendering that analogy kind of weak, but the point is: She had lots of sex with musicians and has now written a book talking about all the sex she had with musicians. A North Carolina music festival had asked Tindall to speak to a group of teenage musicians, but disinvited her after learning about the book's content. Tindall says she understands, and won't schedule any more educational appearances, thus depriving the pedagogical world of the last possible chance to make classical music interesting.
Doctorow agrees. “Think about the care that goes into pirating a book!” he says. “That person has not done that because he hates the author and wishes to do the author harm, but because he loves the work and loves the author. Calling that person a thief is about the most suicidal thing you can do.”
Cory Doctorow talks about the online and on paper release of his third novel Someone Comes to Town, Someone Leaves Town.
This week's Guardian Digested Read: Emma Forest's Cherries in the Snow.
A gorgeous man comes into the office. "Hi, I'm Marley," he says. "Ivy asked me to do a graffiti mural in the office."
We go out that evening. He explodes inside me and I come for the first time. "I love you," I murmur. "I love you, too," he whispers. This could be the real thing.
"I've got to have a pee," I coo. "Vaginal sex always gives me an infection."
I can't wait to see how the Christian right reacts to the gay penguin book.
Nothing makes me happier than seeing the Virginia Quarterly Review in my mailbox. This new issue is especially good (I think I say that each time; it really does get better and better) with essays by Gabriel Garcia Marquez, William Kloefkorn, and Martin Prieb being the highlights. The Prieb essay is online, and I highly recommend you take a look at it. Also, the short story "Crawl" by Joanna Hershon has convinced me to take a look at her novels Swimming and The Outside of August. Their website has some other content from the magazine and as bonus material, like this art made from books that I'm currently completely in love with, and conversations with Marquez and Oe. My plans of flipping through the magazine Sunday morning turned into glued into my hands all day Sunday, oblivious to everything. Everyone go fill out a subscription now.
Hey, if you have to live with a media monopoly, you might as well make it a friendly one.
June 24, 2005
Dan Clowes showed up on Fresh Air yesterday to talk about the upcoming film Art School Confidential and his new book Ice Haven, which is getting rave reviews. But wow, did Terry Gross just ask "Are there really such things as comic book critics?"
THE GODS HATE KANSAS! It's true, they do. Thanks to Beth for sending me the link. Now I have to go find the book immediately.
Money can't buy you happiness might have been the moral to her last children's book Lotsa de Casha, but evidently not the moral of The English Roses. On the book's official website, you can buy shoes, charm bracelets, tea, dolls, umbrellas, and clothing at the quaint little online "shoppe." So then what was the moral of The English Roses again? Oh, I remember. Being pretty is hard.
Did a generation of women misread Little Women?
Hot Sapphic action at the Guardian.
When a South Side landmark was rededicated in the name of literature Thursday, it wasn't only culture vultures who spoke but a Chicago alderman, a government bureaucrat and an Old Lefty.
But then the book being honored on its 100th birthday and its author were always oddballs. Upton Sinclair had trouble finding a publisher for "The Jungle," his classic account of a Chicago working-class neighborhood. A century ago, his word picture of hardscrabble life in the Back of the Yards was considered too risque for genteel society.
The Independent profiles Ismail Kadare.
Canadians enjoy curling up with a book as much as they like sitting in front of a television, a new survey has found.
Hey, if all I had to watch was Degrassi: The Next Generation and Due South, I'd be all book-nerdy too.
The City Paper has a rundown of some new graphic novels and comic books, including Peter Bagge's Buddy Does Seattle, Daniel Clowes' Ice Haven and Ho Che Anderson's Scream Queen.
Tom Segev seems unimpressed by Hebrew Book Week:
The organizers also made a great effort to get the papers to write about Hebrew Book Week, and the papers, as is their wont, acceded willingly to the PR courting. Suddenly the entire media, including the Internet, is dealing with books, as though this were the major topic of the day: the intifada is behind us, we have pulled out of the recession - now, books.
June 23, 2005
The Telegraph tries to classify the way people pack books for their vacations, but they manage to neglect my category: stuff every single book on my to-be-read pile into every square inch of available air in my bags until my bag is too heavy to move, and then when I arrive at my destination become entirely dissatisfied with the books I brought and make a trip to the closest bookstore in the city.
An Italian librarian who lent a government-recommended book to a 14-year old was cleared 17 June of charges that she lent obscene material to a minor.
The book in question was Virginie Despentes' Baise-Moi.
Robin Cody has released a new version of his young-adult novel Ricochet River. He's removed the profanity and references to sex, and even "toned down another (scene) that occurs in the woods near some mating salmon," reports The Oregonian. We can all rest easy now.
Every year the Tribune shuts off their collective brain and posts their list of their favorite 50 magazines. There was that Wooden Boat magazine of a few years back, but nothing says "I have no standards of taste at all" like naming Blender your favorite magazine. It's an almost painful list all around, with hasn't-been-good-in-years Vanity Fair in the top ten, People and People Espanol in the top ten, Shop Etc over the more quirky and approachable Lucky, and every crunchy hippie magazine known to man on the list. Even Chicago magazine made the list because, hello! YOU OWN CHICAGO MAGAZINE, CHICAGO TRIBUNE. You might want to mention that. God damn it, if you keep saying stupid shit like this, the rest of the world will continue to think Chicago is run by a bunch of idiots.
Saddam Hussein's new novel, which has the vaguely Hestonian title Get Out, You Damned, will be released next week in Jordan.
Eric K. Arnold talks to Tamara Palmer about her new book, Country Fried Soul: Adventures in Dirty South Hip-Hop.
Giancarlo Neri's monument The Writer was unveiled yesterday in London.
Law enforcement officials have made at least 200 formal and informal inquiries to libraries for information on reading material and other internal matters since October 2001, according to a new study that adds grist to the growing debate in Congress over the government's counterterrorism powers.
Ali Smith, author of Hotel World, The Whole Story and Other Stories, and a statement about women's fiction that started a firestorm earlier this year, is interviewed at the Indpendent.
"I have a terrible urge," she tells me later, "to run away and live in a cave. Especially after the recent nonsense in the papers. It made me think well why the fuck would I be a public person at all? Why would I want to be? It makes no difference, people make up rubbish about you and it becomes true. I wonder," she muses, "if the only thing is to insist on context, or to remove yourself altogether".
William Powell, author of The Anarchist Cookbook, has renounced the book on Amazon.com:
Unfortunately, the book continues to be in print and with the advent of the Internet several websites dealing with it have emerged. I want to state categorically that I am not in agreement with the contents of The Anarchist Cookbook and I would be very pleased (and relieved) to see its publication discontinued. I consider it to be a misguided and potentially dangerous publication which should be taken out of print.
Galleycat has notes on the interesting new marketing campaign for the book Tropic/of/Cubicle.
One of the things I've tinkered with lately is Google AdWords. This service allows one to bid on search terms and have searchers' returns supplemented with text advertisements. Using AdWords, I set up an ad campaign based entirely on the names of popular or critically acclaimed contemporary authors, such as Jonathan Lethem and Michael Chabon. For more than a week, when anyone has searched for "Michael Chabon," among other authors, my ad (pictured above left) has appeared in the "Sponsored Links" column on the right side of Google's search returns page.
A poem published in the San Antonio Express-News in its Sunday Culturas section on June 12 was plagiarized from a verse by the now-deceased Pulitzer Prize-winning American poet Marianne Moore, prompting the newspaper to adopt new standards to scrutinize submissions by amateur poets.
Careless fact-checking: another tragic symptom of Spurs fever.
(I think I can safely speak for all the readers of this blog when I say that tonight's NBA Finals Game 7 makes literature seem insignificant, frivolous and worthless by comparison. Literature has the power to change lives blah blah blah, but there's one thing it doesn't have: Robert motherfucking Horry. Go Spurs.)
The Weekly Dig talks to Rick Moody about his band, the Wingdale Community Singers. The intro makes reference to Moody "taking shit from Jonathan Franzen for being 'the worst writer in America,'" which is odd. Dale Peck called Moody "the worst writer of his generation," but I don't think Franzen ever said anything similar.
The interview concludes with this bizarrely distasteful exchange:
Yeah? What do you think Franzen would think of your album?
He'd probably like wanna tie me to the back of a pickup and drag me through the countryside.
Oh...wow. Wow. That was maybe not the best choice of words.
June 22, 2005
Christopher Hitchens on The Da Vinci Code:
Well, of course I knew it would be bad. I just didn't know that it would be that bad.
From the ALA:
The American Library Association (ALA) today released the findings of a comprehensive survey demonstrating the significant impact on the public of federal law enforcement activity in America's libraries. Based on the survey findings, ALA believes that public anxiety and librarian concern over law enforcement activity in libraries is justified.
The Boston Globe talks to Victor Navasky about his new book A Matter of Opinion and his years of work at The Nation.
Richard Eyre (Iris) won't direct the film adaptation of Atonement after all. He'll be replaced by Joe Wright, who just finished directing an adaptation of Pride and Prejudice with Keira Knightley and Brenda Blethyn. Eyre says that reports claiming he was fired are "pernicious bollocks."
I dare each of you to use that phrase at work today. ("Jones, what's this I hear about you using company computers to build a nurse porn site?" "That's bollocks, sir. Pernicious bollocks.") I also think it would be a good skateboarding term. Like if someone sticks an impressive landing, onlookers could shout "Those bollocks were pernicious!" or something to that effect. There's literally thousands of ways we could go with this.
Jewish leaders in Germany are upset that people have written about the Holocaust in graphic novel form. Two graphic novels -- Yossel by Joe Kubert and Auschwitz by Pascal Croci -- have been recently published in Germany only to be met by odd protests.
“A comic strip is not the appropriate form,” said Ezra Cohn, 64, of the Jewish community in Düsseldorf. “The subject is too serious to portray in this way.”
The publisher who translated the works was hoping to introduce the books into schools, where Maus is already being taught.
Faced with that literary troublemaker TS Eliot, a York University academic called in the FBI and now claims to have cracked the case of how The Waste Land was written.
The FBI also offered to give the professor a list of everyone in America who has ever checked out The Waste Land, along with their ethnicities, sexual orientations, and who they voted for in the last election.
China will make two statues for Iris Chang, the late former female reporter of the Associated Press, for her exposure of "atrocities committed by Japanese aggressors" in China and the spirit to "dig up the historical truth".
Chang, who committed suicide last year, was the author of The Rape of Nanking.
Jonathan Morris explains how Cornwall's Elephant Fayre turned from a grimy rock festival that had to be shut down due to crime and drugs into a literary festival that attracts top name authors.
The latest edition of Book Notes (a sort of mix tape to accompany the book) at Largeheartedboy's blog is Quinn Dalton for her book Bulletproof Girl.
The Guardian talks to Mohammed Moulessehoul, the Algerian army officer who wrote under the nom de plume Yasmina Khadra for books like Swallows of Kabul and Wolf Dreams, fooling literary France into thinking they were reading the oppressed emotions of an Arab woman. Instead of course, Moulessehoul was "not just an army officer, but one who had led a struggle against armed Islamist radicals and who, as a result, faced opprobrium in the French media for being tainted with the blood of civilians killed in brutal oppression by the north African state."
Miramax Books will release Dare to Hope: Saving American Democracy, by New Paltz (N.Y.) Mayor Jason West, in August. West is currently awaiting trial on charges of illegally performing marriages for several gay couples in his New York village. Of the book, he tells the Mid-Hudson News: "I wanted a book for people who are not involved in politics, who have a sense that the world is screwed up and want to change it, and talk about ways to do that."
Mary Duncan reports on the sad fate of her English language bookstore she opened in Moscow nine years ago.
Mafia elements were never a problem. Our krysha, our "roof" as protection is referred to in Russia, was a middle-aged Moscow bank director who loved Kurt Vonnegut. While purchasing books one day, he handed me several of his business cards and said, "If you have any problems with the local protection mafia, give them one of these and ask them to call me." During the next few weeks, we gave out three cards.
From that time on, no one from the criminal elements bothered us.
Cosmopolitan book editor (yeah, they have one, apparently) John Searles, whose novels Boy Still Missing and Strange but True were both fairly well-received, provides a summer reading list on The Early Show. For "Fun Trashy Fiction," he recommends Adored by Tilly Bagshawe ("As we say in Cosmo, this book is packed with more plot twists than an episode of 'The O.C.'"). And he manages to give Elizabeth Kostova (The Historian) the most backhanded compliment ever: "This is one of the most buzzed-about literary books of the season; a cross between Ann Rice and Dan Brown." As we say in Bookslut, oh my God please stop.
June 21, 2005
Texas A&M, my alma mater, might be getting the George W. Bush Presidential Library (third item). The university is already home to the president's daddy's museum. You can just imagine how thrilled I am to hear this. It was bad enough having to drive on George Bush Avenue (seriously) every time I wanted to get to campus, and it was even worse passing the Clayton Williams Alumni Center. (Williams was the Republican candidate for Texas governor in 1990. After noting to a reporter that "Texas weather is like rape; if it's inevitable, you should just relax and enjoy it," Williams lost the race to Ann Richards.)
I know there are some liberal Aggies already plotting some kind of protest (probably at Duddley's Draw, if A&M progressives are anything like they were six years ago). Fight the good fight. Or just get drunk and complain, which is what I did when I was there. Either way's good.
Nerve has an excerpt from Lisa Glatt's The Apple's Bruise: Stories, which I'm pretty eager to read.
Salon's Rebecca Traister on The Truth About Hillary author Edward Klein: What the fuck?
"The Truth About Hillary" boasts a passel of petty, sexist and plain old "no duh" claims against Hillary: "She shows no wifely instincts," "She isn't maternal," "She's a feminist, but she rode to power on her husband's coattails," "She has abetted decades of chronic infidelity," "Many of her closest friends and aides were lesbians." It claims to shed light on the way that "the culture of lesbianism at Wellesley College shaped Hillary's politics" and that "she set up an elaborate system to monitor her husband's girlfriends." The book opens with a scene in which former White House intern Monica Lewinsky fondles Bill Clinton's penis at Radio City Music Hall.
"The culture of lesbianism"? Is Klein afraid that a President Hillary Clinton would name the Indigo Girls to the Supreme Court, or replace the tee ball games on the White House lawn with field hockey? Shit, I'd welcome a president from the "culture of lesbianism." You could get away with wearing hiking boots to even the most formal of events.
But my point is, Edward Klein is a sociopath. And I still think that all the buzz around this book is going to end up helping, not hurting, Sen. Clinton.
Neal Pollack writes about his breakup with Dave Eggers:
Ultimately, the train of manufactured rebellion lost its funding, but first, I got booked to do a reading with Eggers at the Dallas Museum of Art. After the show, some guy I'd never met held a party for me at his house. I ate seven special cookies. By the time Eggers arrived, I could barely stand.
"I want things to be more straightforward from now on," he said.
"Blurgh," I said.
It's a strikingly funny, humble piece, and Eggers responds to it on McSweeney's:
It was our hope at McSweeney's, and continues to be our goal with The Believer, that the literary world could be one of community, of mutual support, of spirited but nonviolent discourse—all in the interest of building and maintaining a literate society. It's what we teach at 826 Valencia, too: that books are good, that reading is good, that everyone can and should write in some capacity, and that anyone pissing in the very small and fragile ecosystem that is the literary world is mucking it up for everyone—and sending a very poor message to the next generation.
I like Eggers, but the whole literary Messianic complex thing just has to fucking stop. And with all due respect to The Believer, which is, at times, quite interesting, there's more good writing in The Neal Pollack Anthology of American Literature and Never Mind the Pollacks than in any given issue of that magazine. I'm not saying that Eggers and McSweeney's aren't good for literature; I think they are, undeniably. But I'd rather eat special cookies with Neal than sing backing vocals in The Believer's Up With Authors tour. I'm just sayin'.
At the Chronicle of Higher Education, Richard Byrne and Jennifer Howard report (subscription required) from the annual meeting of the Association of American University Presses. As you might expect, the attendees were none too happy with Google's digitalization plan. (Both guns and assassins are mentioned, though jocularly.)
Bob Geldof participated in a Yeats reading at the British Library. See if you can guess which of these selections is from Yeats' "The Ballad of Father O'Hart" and which is from the Boomtown Rats' "She's So Modern."
A.
'Cause she's a modern girl, oh yeah
A modern girl, yeah, ga ga ga ga ga
A modern girl, oh yeah.
B.
But if when anyone died
Came keeners hoarser than rooks,
He bade them give over their keening;
For he was a man of books.
Give up? I thought so!
Nick Hornby's A Long Way Down has become a bigger hit in America than anyone expected, thus proving that the public's appetite for comedic treatments of depression and suicide was not slaked by that one very special episode of Growing Pains. The Australian reports that a few US-based suicide hotlines are "using episodes from the book as part of their counselling program."
An adviser at one LA help line said: "This book is not for everyone and certainly not for someone ready to harm themselves right now. But for young people who may be phoning us after a first wave of depression has hit them, it may help ... The message is that they are not alone."
The Kansas City Star profiles Marilynne Robinson (Housekeeping, Gilead).
USA Today looks at books by reformist/progressive Muslims, including Reza Aslan's No god but God and Feisal Abdul Rauf's What's Right with Islam is What's Right with America.
Christian girls just want to have fun too, and the U.S. publishing industry is working overtime to cater to a growing demand for good, clean fun.
Reuters looks at the surge in popularity of Christian books. Even Harlequin has a Christian imprint, Steeple Hill, which offers novels like Blessed Bouquets and Hearts Under Construction. But they won't publish just anybody:
Guidelines for authors are strict: "The stories may not include alcohol consumption by Christian characters, dancing, card playing, gambling or games of chance (including raffles), explicit scatological terms, hero and heroine remaining overnight together alone, Halloween celebrations or magic or the mention of intimate body parts."
Since all of my romance manuscripts involve characters getting hammered and playing strip Uno, I might have to find another prospective publisher.
Kidnapped beat out Trainspotting to become Edinburgh's "Book of the City," the Scotsman reports. Project director Sophy Dale explains the choice thusly:
"Various books were mentioned that wouldn't have worked at all. It's harder to do the Trainspotting primary school teachers' pack," she observed.
I actually would have written that pro bono.
Helen Oyeyemi's The Icarus Girl is finally being released in the States. The novel, written when Oyeyemi was a teenager (she's 20 now), was reviewed favorably (more or less) in the British press.
June 20, 2005
Michael O'Sullivan is not at all impressed with Miyazaki's adaptation of Howl's Moving Castle by Diana Wynne Jones.
With all adaptations, some parts are going to have to be cut or changed. But where is the dog-man of the book? Miss Angorian? The love stories involving Lettie and Martha? And why is Howl's apprentice, Michael, called Markl here, turned from a youthful, but not infantile, boy into a Margaret Keane-eyed tyke from a Saturday morning children's cartoon? Is it pure spite or marketing savvy?
It's time for the summer book recommendations to begin in force. First up, the Guardian collects recommendations from authors like Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Jonathan Coe, R. Crumb, David Mitchell, Orhan Pamuk, and James Wood.
I spent my school days and early adulthood believing that the creation of serious literature was primarily a male endeavor. Women's writing was the stuff of discussion groups and beach fantasies; men's writing dealt with the big themes like existential angst and stoical heroicism. Of course, women were capable of writing beautifully and memorably, but there was always a suspicion that they were like Danica Patrick taking the lead at Indianapolis or Hillary Clinton getting ready to run for president -- women making a name for themselves in a man's world.
In other words, I was an idiot.
Stephen Amidon, author of Human Capital (you can read the Bookslut review here), was forced to read Jane Eyre by Salon.com. He's now a better man for it.
I am a big fan of the online book promos with short films, little games, flash presentations, etc. But I think this Italian promo for Will Christopher Baer's Kiss Me, Judas might be the best I've seen. Not only does it make me want to immediately read the book, it makes me want to read the book in Italian.
June 17, 2005
The Independent profiles Ali Smith (The Accidental).
Neal Pollack reflects on the Chicago he knew, which is very different from the city Jeffrey Eugenides thinks he just moved to.
Chicago is "well-run," in certain ways. And it's definitely cold much of the time. But the Chicago I knew was more like 1950s Krakow than Denmark.
The North South Brunswick Sentinel profiles poet and translator John Ciardi, "a man who was born into poverty but who became a millionaire doing what he loved."
The Seattle Times reviews Novel by George Singleton, who might be the funniest fiction writer in America. You really should buy everything he's written. Especially if you're from the South.
Sean Wilsey (Oh the Glory of it All) writes letters to McSweeney's from the road.
In Denver people are so nice that if you only want to discuss three things with them—jeeps, aliens, omelets filled with diced ham, bell pepper, cheese and onion—they are delighted by your knowledge of and interest in their city.
I always thought the weirdest thing about living in Denver would be having to use those special high-altitude directions they have on the back of cake-mix boxes. I mean, do you ever forget you live in Denver, and use the regular directions? And then what happens to the cake? Is it all fucked up? Still edible? Seriously, what gives?
Bob Dylan and Norah Jones will play an anniversary concert for Amazon, which will be streamed live on their website. Bill Maher is scheduled to emcee.
The Summer Books issue of Time Out Chicago came out this week. With scary Billy Corgan on the cover (of the books issue? Seriously?), I'm refusing to buy it. I don't need scary Corgan's eyes following me around the room from my magazine stack. But you should maybe find a bookstore and read the Paul Hornschemeier interview while you're there. The guy has the best contribution to the upcoming Mome anthology from Fantagraphics, and I'm anxiously awaiting August's release of Three Paradoxes.
(As for the rest of the Books issue, when will people learn that readers are not scared of words? That printing a bunch of 50-word "reviews" that are so short the reviewers didn't even have to read the damn books to have an expressable opinion isn't going to lead anyone to their favorite book of the year. Thank God we have the Chicago Reader whose biannual books issues kick the lazy asses of every other publication.)
Kids get assigned classics like The Scarlet Letter or Moby Dick that may seem outdated or irrelevant to people their age, someone bitches. Teachers try to include more contemporary literature in the mix, someone bitches.
The Book Standard adds up the economics of book pirating.
Author takes unique perspective on doggie love story.
Somehow, this story does not involve Rick Santorum.
While only two B.S. Johnson novels appear to be available (and by available, I mean you might find a copy or two somewhere), his books do seem to be back in print in the UK, with Omnibus: Three Novels reprinted by Picador just last year. Jonathan Coe's biography Like a Fiery Elephant has been renewing interest in the experimental novelist, so let's hope someone like Dalkey or NYRB notices over here in the states. Coe writes in the Guardian how his interest in Johnson came about, and why a biography of an obscure writer became something of a sensation.
If anyone has been wanting to make a trip to Scotland, it looks like August might be the time to do it.
Raymond Hernandez reports on The Truth About Hillary:
A spokesman for Sentinel strenuously denied that the book was politically motivated or that Sentinel was coordinating publicity with conservative and Republican groups, a contention Mrs. Clinton's backers doubt.
"They are treating it like a right-wing hit job," a spokesman for Sentinel, Will Weisser, said in referring to Mrs. Clinton's supporters. "It's absolutely not a right-wing hit job."
You almost have to admire a lie that absurd and transparent.
June 16, 2005
Stacy Schiff is my new hero.
More than 60 percent of the American people don't trust the press. Why should they? They've been reading "The Da Vinci Code" and marveling at its historical insights. I have nothing against a fine thriller, especially one that claims the highest of literary honors: it's a movie on the page. But "The Da Vinci Code" is not a work of nonfiction. If one more person talks to me about Dan Brown's crackerjack research I'm shooting on sight.
Mark Bazer writes an open letter to Doubleday publisher Stephen Rubin, who is declining to release The Da Vinci Code in paperback until hardcover sales decline.
A former journalist has converted a silo on his Connecticut farm into his personal library. So in case you were wondering what to do with that silo you never use, well, there you go. The importance of home libraries in general is also discussed.
"I can't imagine living without books. If I go out to dinner at someone else's home, and they don't have books visible, I wonder if I want them as friends," said Barbara Farnsworth, an antiquarian bookseller in West Cornwall, Conn.
OK, so I'm not the only one. Thank God. I was beginning to feel like a total snob (which I am, I just don't want to feel like one).
Dover sole was only one of the reasons that Jeffrey Eugenides moved to Chicago.
"I view it as a Denmark kind of place. Cold, well-run--a clean, beautiful, pristine city where you can have a nice life and bring up kids and not have a lot of stress. After living in Europe, Chicago reminds me of some of those cities."
But there are also literary reasons, he says: "I came here in a lot of ways, probably, because of Saul Bellow's books and the Chicago that he conjured. Places like [the Cape Cod Room] are like the Chicago that I've dreamed of ... it's a part of the whole American mythos."
Ismail Kadare, winner of the first Man Booker International Prize, is coming to Edinburgh in less than a fortnight (Don't British people say that? "Fortnight"? Ha! I love it!), but there might be a problem:
However, publishers yesterday were in a frantic race to get any of his works into the city's bookshops after a casual inquiry by The Scotsman revealed that none were on sale.
That's pretty embarrassing. But in fairness, not even Ismail Kadare has heard of Ismail Kadare. I bet he wouldn't have that problem in the US, where international writers practically live in the limelight. It's like I can't even get on the bus without tripping over a dozen people reading Imre Kertesz.
Just kidding! I don't ride the bus.
Choriamb links to this collection of short essays on American poetry landmarks. It looks like the closest ones to me are the Sidney Lanier Cottage in Macon, Georgia, and the Robert Penn Warren Birthplace in Guthrie, Kentucky. Whoooooo! Road trip! Or I could just go to Branson and see the Yakov Smirnoff Show like thirty times in a row, as I originally planned. What a country!
Reed Exhibitions -- the people behind BookExpo -- have announced a New York-based Comic-Con to launch in 2006.
The House handed President Bush the first defeat in his effort to preserve the broad powers of the USA Patriot Act, voting yesterday to curtail the FBI's ability to seize library and bookstore records for terrorism investigations.
Mark Haddon (Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time) and Caryl Phillips (A Distant Shore) refused invitations to meet with the Queen after winning Commonwealth Writers prizes. The Guardian finds out why.
Phillips and Haddon are agreed on the need for a public debate about the monarchy. For Phillips, who grew up in Leeds and now lives in New York and London, the royal family "represents a particular type of Englishness - not even Britishness - that's comforting to some people, even though they know it bears no relation to reality". That tradition, he says, "sits squarely in a fake conception of Britain ... in direct opposition to what I've been trying to write about for more than 25 years".
Further research indicated the Herald could do a much better job attracting female readers, especially working single women.
A light went on.
Why not serialize a book that would attract working single women? If they found just the right book, the paper could promote the hell out of it, and with any luck they'd rake in a demographic mother lode.
Miraculously, the perfect book appeared at the perfect moment. Written by six local women of a certain age, Dish & Tell: Life, Love, and Secrets is a communal confessional that supposedly delivers hot sex in a cool way -- and of course much, much more.
Much, much more like an alienated staff that doesn't understand why all of a sudden their newspaper is being used to promote crap -- including a reporter who said "Well, I guess this is the perfect summer reading material for people in Miami because it's about shallow, selfish, self-absorbed." And eye-rolling once it came out that several of the contributors to Dish & Tell had connections inside the newspaper. So way to go Miami Herald! Mission accomplished!
The obstacles are daunting, but Betsy Sawyer dreams she and her after-school club in Groton, Bookmakers and Dreamers, will someday create the world's largest book.
The book they want to build would be 12 feet high and 10 feet wide, making the previous record-holder, Denver's "Superbook," look like worthless crap.
The New Orleans Gambit has an excerpt from Rob Walker's Letters from New Orleans, in which the New York Times Magazine columnist "charts the course of 'St. James Infirmary' from Dublin, Ireland, to Rampart Street."
The City Pages' Summer Books issue is up, featuring interviews with authors Connie Brockway, Lorna Landvik and Stephanie Coontz.
Yesterday Frank Miller showed up on NPR's Talk of the Nation to talk about the Batman movie, how it is the movie is not based on Batman: Year One, and the "morality stories" of Sin City.
If you're lusting for the Edward Gorey-illustrated War of the Worlds, you can now get it at 33% off when you order it from the New York Review Books website. Also, this website has a collection of illustrations from various WotW editions. And while not as nice as the Gorey, Penguin has recently released new editions of HG Wells novels. Enjoy it now, kids, before Spielberg makes it suck.
New Line might be bringing Grant Morrison's We3 to film.
Publicists explain why authors just don't get it.
“They think they should get on Oprah, but their book is about the economy of Japan,” says Lissa Warren. “They've written a book on massage for dogs and think it should be reviewed in the New York Times Book Review. They think they should hit USA Today's bestseller list but their book is on a niche topic—like rose gardens in Arizona—and the print run is only 2,000 copies.”
June 15, 2005
The Guardian follows the publishing process from idea to physical book with Gideon Defoe's The Pirates! in an Adventure with Scientists. The book is described as "It is a fair bet that if you are amused by the exclamation mark in the middle of the book's title, you will appreciate its brand of humour, and that if you're not, you won't."
A new U.S. poll reveals that 40 per cent of Americans think Fox News Channel personality Bill O'Reilly is a journalist, compared to 30 per cent who think Bob Woodward is a journalist.
America: Fuck, yeah! (Link via Bookninja.)
I'm going to be optimistic and pray that The Advocate Messenger's editor ran up to Jennifer Brummett and said "We lost Scott's completely insightful and interesting column on comic books, and now he's dead! We have ten minutes until print! I need you to write 400 words on comics NOW!" Otherwise I'll just get a headache.
Edward P. Jones won the 10th International IMPAC Dublin Literary Award for his novel The Known World (which has previously won the National Book Critics Circle Award and the Pulitzer).
Vanity publishing houses in France have been accused of gross incompetence after apparently failing to recognise the manuscript of one of the greatest French novels — Madame Bovary by Gustave Flaubert.
Believing it to be a new work, they offered to print it at a cost to the author of up to €4,800 (£3,200). The newspaper Le Figaro sent a copy of the 19th-century masterpiece to five of France’s biggest vanity publishing companies. It changed the title and names of the main characters. None identified the novel.
Canada's Indigo Books and Music "is quietly stepping up its in-house private label book publishing, essentially becoming a rival to some of its own supplier-publishers," reports The Globe and Mail, perhaps taking a cue from Barnes and Noble, which is doing the same thing (successfully) in the States.
(Indigo) teams up with publishers to produce, for example, hardcover classics with "gorgeous" illustrations at $7.95 for an abridged version, or $12.95, unabridged, she said.
That's Canadian dollars, so the unabridged versions are selling for about...let's see...fifty U.S. cents! What a deal. God bless capitalism!
The Book Standard looks in on the Campaign for Reader Privacy and what's going on with Section 215 of the PATRIOT Act. (Section 215 allows business records -- including those of bookstores and libraries -- to be searched without a warrant.) That section, along with several others, expires this year, and Bush has been pushing for renewal. Now, all of the information about records seized are kept very, very quiet, so it's difficult to say how many rights have been violated or even how successful the PATRIOT Act has been in capturing "terrorists." Bush is throwing around the number 200 terrorists caught as he fights for renewal, but god only knows. United States Rep. Bernie Sanders (I, Vt.), however, is working with the CRP to append Section 215 with the Freedom to Read Amendment. But we all know Bush isn't a big supporter of the readin'.
Jonathan Coe's Like a Fiery Elephant, which was just published in the US, won the BBC Four's Samuel Johnson Prize for non-fiction.
Colleen Mondor's rave review of The Historian definitely means it's on my summer reading stack as soon as I can get ahold of it. There is quite the media blitz going on, so until I do, I can read interviews and excerpts. I only pray it lives up to the hype.
Library officials in Tampa-Hillsborough County, Florida, ordered a display of gay-themed books taken down after patrons (and is it offensive to assume these patrons were old? It's fucking Florida) complained. Then they approved putting it back up, so long as it wasn't so big and prominent and, you know, gay. (Or something like that.) The Tampa Tribune and St. Petersburg Times have more. The controversy has spurred Hillsborough County officials to...well, this headline really just says it.
Is Shirley Jackson's The Sundial really out of print? There must be something wrong with this world that the freaky little book about the end of the world that kept me up last night is not available on the market. It's hard to believe that anything by the dark, delightful Jackson would be out of print. (And if you're not reading Shirley Jackson, you should really rectify that. Read this to determine where to start.)
June 14, 2005
Authors aren't always the best TV show guests, but Jon Stewart found a way to make it work, says Jessa Crispin.
Stewart’s interview style goes a long way toward selling books. The author almost seems funny by proxy (compared to, say, NPR’s Fresh Air, whose Terry Gross makes her visiting authors seem dull by proxy).
John B. Thompson considers the problems facing academic publishers, asking questions like "Why have monograph sales declined so sharply?" God, I'd love to buy more monographs. It's just that after rent, utilities, medicine, gas, all that stuff, I don't have the monograph budget that I used to. Oh, I remember a time when I'd go crazy, charging hundreds of dollars worth of monographs every Saturday night, going to monograph release parties at midnight on Mondays. But I'm 27 now. I have responsibilities.
Anyway, with the amount they make screwing college students with exorbitant prices, I think they can all just burn in hell. Thompson comes to a different, slightly more nuanced conclusion.
Iowa library pamphlet war! Iowa library pamphlet war!
New Zealand's Cambridge High School opened a new library last week, two years after the school's principal closed the original library in order to build a "cybercafe" (which never happened).
Last month's Henry Miller award went to Colleen Curran for Whores on the Hill. This month's nominees:
The Almond by Nedjma
Blinding Light by Paul Theroux
Love Creeps by Amanda Filipacchi
Genevieve by Eric Jerome Dickey
The Hilton Head Island Packet looks at an endangered language, Gullah-Geechee.
The Monitor profiles the Academy of American Poets.
After all, they’re the ones who make National Poetry Month (NPM) happen. That’s a bit like throwing a Mardi Gras party for the entire nation.
A bit.
T. C. Boyle's latest book is The Inner Circle, which is crazy on sale at Amazon right now for $10 in hardback. He's interviewed at Alternet about his interest in environmental issues, why Kinsey, and whether or not humans are a plague.
Adam Langer talks with the second most unheralded workers in publishing, the book designers.
Robert Pinsky introduces two poems by Theodore Roethke, "The Waking" and "My Papa's Waltz."
June 13, 2005
I made a mistake about Umberto Eco. I admit it. After an attempt at The Name of the Rose, I dismissed the guy as kind of dull. Then I started reading The Mysterious Flame of Queen Loana, which is playful and interesting and managed to hold my attention through a dozen changes in tone, and I knew I had made a mistake. You can read an excerpt at the Harcourt website, and just try to resist buying the book after that.
The only Printer's Row event I attended this year was the kick off Umberto Eco reading (I'm still in recovery from BEA), which was completely satisfying. He read, he sang songs in Italian, he made a masturbation joke... everything you need for a really good night on the town. My only complaint was that the moderator seemed to run out of questions for him after two -- Can you tell us a little about the book?, and, Are the poems the 16-year-old Yambo wrote poems you wrote for the book, or are they your own poetry from when you were that age? And that was it. Maybe next time the moderator could be someone who has actually read the books by the author they're interviewing.
Bill Kohler writes a column about how The Da Vinci Code inspired him to start reading again. Here's the quote Kohler chooses for an epigraph:
"Books are fun,
books are great.
Let's sit down with a book today."
- Barney the dinosaur
So you pretty much know what you're getting there.
Todd Phillips, the director of the frat-boy comedy movie Old School, will direct the film adaptation of Carolyn Parkhurst's novel The Dogs of Babel. Seriously.
The Comics Curmudgeon isn't sure what to make of Curtis' take on rap.
Den ah snuffed ‘im!
I snuffed ‘im! Woo!
He looked at me wrong,
so ah snuffed ‘im!
Now, I've never been present at convocations of candidates for other big literary prizes like the Booker, whose predominantly male shortlists are all too common. But I've got a hunch: if you ask six male candidates who are up for a packet of free publicity, vastly boosted book sales, and by the by £30,000, "Do you want to win?", you'd hear the universal chorus, "Of course I want to win, are you stupid?"
Throughout the whole Orange prize experience I was confronted with evidence that women are uncomfortable with naked ambition, trained to have low expectations, embarrassed by head-to-head competition, and virtually obliged to act abashed when they win. In contrast to a certain other sex that will go unmentioned.
Orange Prize winner Lionel Shriver (whom I love more and more every time I read one of her interviews or essays) has some naked ambition.
This week's Guardian Digested Read: Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close by Jonathan Safran Foer.
What about a teakettle? What about little microphones? What about writing the same book again and seeing if anyone notices?
Richard Russo on Gloversville, New York, his hometown and the site of an endangered public library:
"It's not my town anymore," he wrote. "But if it were, and if the decision were mine, I'd let the snow pile up in the streets and the potholes go unfilled. I'd shut every tavern and church in town and bar their doors before I'd allow my library to close."
A school serving kindergarten through eighth grade pupils is getting rid of its librarian to make way for a computer teacher.
Librarians fight. I think they fucked with the wrong profession.
The Boston Globe profiles Boston's Papercut Zine Library. There are zine libraries all over the country — check out this list.
Paul Grondahl interviews Trevanian, sort of, but doesn't discover the famously anonymous writer's identity.
There's a new giant ("36,000 square feet spread out across two floors") Barnes & Noble in downtown Chicago? I should seriously get out of the apartment more often. It's not so much a cause for celebration as a time to contemplate whether B&N is killing the soul of literature, at least for the Chicago Tribune.
That has always been the magic of a Barnes & Noble. It manages to seem friendly and folksy even while you know -- you know -- that every nook and niche has been vetted by multiple focus groups, that every detail has been polished for maximum consumer appeal. Yet even with all the hyper-charged corporate scrutiny, a Barnes & Noble never feels cold or sterile. You can chalk up this phenomenon to two factors: The softly comforting presence of books; and the inarguable truth that if you can fake sincerity, then you've really got it made.
(Actually, I always did find B&N cold and sterile. Borders I could live with when there aren't any other bookstores around. [But shame on the Borders at Michigan and Chicago, for punishing their fiction section by banishing it to the basement. What the hell were you thinking? I stopped in there to pick up a copy of Metropolis magazine, and noticed History now took up the space Literature had been. Did it do something bad? No one goes into that basement. It's where oversized cookie cookbooks go to die at half price.] I don't know what it is about B&N, the lighting, the bad music, the iced tea that tastes like pumpkin pie even though they insist it's a plain black tea... Their stores give me the willies.)
Tsipi Keller, author and translator, has an essay about translating, and why after thirty years of English as her primary language, she's still nervous about writing in it.
Iain Sinclair talks to the Londonist about the surprise success of the very beautiful London Orbital, his friendship with William Burroughs, and why he is now defined as a "travel writer." (I'm glad Slow Chocolate Autopsy is touched on somewhat, as that was my first introduction to Sinclair. And after reading the interview, I'm keen to do a rereading.)
Major book publishers are preparing to boost their business by selling directly to consumers from their websites, a move that has booksellers spooked about being squeezed by their own suppliers.
I always wondered when publishing houses were going to discover this "e-commerce" thing everyone's been talking about. Jessa's been talking about selling Bookslut merchandise directly, which angered our main reseller, Pottery Barn (which is offering a 25% discount this week on Bookslut highball glasses, throw pillows and grapefruit-bergamot aromatherapy candles).
"Beware the teenage girl at the drugstore counter holding a fistful of cosmetics: She just might be the nymphomaniacal, self-esteem-challenged hostess of a rainbow party, those now-infamous group gatherings in which girls, each wearing a different shade of lipstick, give guys blowjobs, leaving a multicolored party favor on their respective penises." Nerve.com dispels myths surrounding the horrible book Rainbow Party.
(Might I just add here that someone who works for RP's publisher defended the book at BEA, saying that it won't inspire Rainbow Parties