February 28, 2006
Daphne Merkin sure likes handbags!
As Anna Johnson suggests in her witty introduction to "Handbags: The Power of the Purse," 'a good bag becomes an intimate extension of the body,' which is why an astute female reader will realize that Anna Karenina is about to end it all when she tosses aside her red handbag. "A woman who is sick of her handbag," Johnson observes, "surely, is absolutely sick of living."
Then there is this quote from Elizabeth Wurtzel:
"A bag," observes Wurtzel, "is about controlling the world outside your home. It's not any more about materialism than Neruda's 'Ode to Things' is. When he says, 'Oh irrevocable / river / of things,' he's talking about his attachments, and some of us cannot bear to be separated from our things for too long."
And that was the point at which I thought, "Wow! I have finally found the people I have the least in common with!"
From Over the Top: The New Yorker cover you never saw.
The latest installment of the Glenn and Helen Show features an interview with John Scalzi (The Ghost Brigades, Agent to the Stars).
Kate Connolly considers the books of Radovan Karadzic, who is, quite literally, pure evil. I feel kind of guilty just typing his name.
New West interviews Cindy Dyson, author of the new And She Was.
I admire so many authors - Robert Parker, Annie Proulx, Richard Russo, Mark Helprin, Stephen King, Mary Gaitskill. But when I'm writing, what I love most of all is a really, really atrocious book (no names). There's something about reading crappy writing that brings out the best in me.
Do you think that whenever Dyson tells someone the title of her book, they start singing the Talking Heads song, especially the part towards the end where David Byrne is all like "HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEY HEEEEEEEEEEY"? And if so, do you think that really pisses her off? Because if I met her, I would probably do that.
Colleen Mondor reviews the anthology My New Orleans at the Voices of New Orleans site.
Jennifer Howard asks Charles Tilly, author of Why?, about Dick Cheney and the sociology of reason-giving.
I have said before and will say again how much I fucking love Rob Walker, whose "Consumed" column in The New York Times Magazine is pretty much always the best article in the Sunday paper. He's also the author of Letters from New Orleans, which he'll be reading from on Tuesday, March 14, at 7 pm at Mo Pitkin's in New York. (And here is something that is cool: All author proceeds from the sale of the book go to relief organizations in New Orleans.)
I am pretty much dying to read The Amalgamation Polka by Stephen Wright, which I picked up last week. I don't really know all that much about Wright, except that his author photo is a little scary, and he's responsible for one of the best, weirdest books I've ever read, the 1994 novel Going Native. I need to reread it — I remember loving it, but it's the kind of sharp, shining road novel that both confuses and amazes you and makes you feel like you've been doing a lot of drugs. Especially when you actually have been doing a lot of drugs. (Hey, it was college. Whatever.) Wright is also the author of the novels Meditations in Green and M31: A Family Romance, which I haven't read.
But if The Amalgamation Polka is a fraction as good as Going Native, it's well worth picking up. The novel is reviewed at The Village Voice, Newsday, The Boston Globe, The New York Times and The New York Observer.
Jeffrey Archer says his political career is over after serving two years in a British jail. The Grumpy Old Bookman has more about the man apparently formally known as "Baron Archer of Weston-super-Mare."
God. Franklin Foer, the new editor of The New Republic, is barely older than I am.
While there is no blood spattering its walls, the magazine that Mr. Foer, 31, takes over is hardly on a roll. The New Republic's circulation has dropped by almost 40 percent in four years; it cut its circulation and staff salaries after aggressively spending on the Web in 2002. Meanwhile, its historical role as a maypole for middle-way Democrats is under challenge from countless Web sites and bloggers. And one of the magazine's major preoccupations — a search for the soul of the Democratic Party — would seem to require a lot of patience and a miner's helmet.
The Independent: If you want your book to do well, be nice.
Publishing is a small world. Gossip spreads faster than meningitis in a youth camp. Talk to any industry insider and they will be able to rattle off a list of authors infamous for everything from grabbing women's breasts to hissy fits designed to intimidate the poor saps promoting them. Over the years, I have heard stories of authors who have demanded that their publicist go score drugs for them, had tantrums with booksellers or dressed down literary critics in crowded rooms. In this business, get a reputation for being difficult and you risk cutting short your career.
Steve Almond is the latest writer to admit having bad sex at Nerve. (Although that's practically his whole book My Life in Heavy Metal, sex you wouldn't wish on someone.)
Terry Gross talks to Marc Weingarten, author of The Gang That Wouldn't Write Straight: Wolfe, Thompson, Didion, and the New Journalism Revolution. Also at NPR: Greg Bear talks about the legacy of Octavia Butler.
The Village Voice has an interview with Poppy Z. Brite, who is back in New Orleans. She's enjoying this Mardi Gras without the tourists.
Carnival is variously a family celebration, a gay celebration, a traditional black celebration. This year we're seeing those elements more than ever, and less of the dorks. Zulu, the traditional African-American parade, is the only one being allowed to keep part of its traditional route rather than having to use a shortened Uptown route. This year's tourists seem a little more respectful and interested in our traditions than the usual drunken yahoos.
Bookslut's own Clayton Moore, who you might know as our Mystery Strumpet, interviews author Christopher Moore (no relation).
You got a big boost when you were picked for The Today Show's book club for Fluke. Did things change for you in any kind of Oprah-esque fashion?
Not in the least. I flew from Hawaii to New York, went on the show for six minutes, and was back in flip-flops working on my book twenty-four hours later. It was very generous of Nicholas Sparks to pick me for the club, and I'm sure that we sold a lot more books because of it, but it didn't have anything near an Oprah effect. My friends yelled at me for wearing a tie on the air, when normally I wear aloha shirts at public appearances. I got razzed; that was my "Oprah" effect.
A Million Little Lies, announced today by publisher Judith Regan, parodies James Frey’s super-selling memoir A Million Little Pieces as it tells the drug-and-rehab story of one Mr. James Pinocchio. It is to be released on March 28.
Seriously? That's the best you guys can come up with? Replacing "pieces" with "lies" and making a Pinocchio reference that would have been stale in the Eisenhower administration? Oh, hey, that William Taft sure is fat! And Clara Bow sure shows a lot of leg in her new picture!
Oh my God, people, if you are not funny then do not write or publish books, and fuck you for not being funny.
Philadelphia Daily News columnist Stu Bykofsky, 64, has collected the last editions of 79 daily newspapers that closed down since 1963. His adult children don't want the old newspapers, which fill a closet. "The only kind of paper my family wants is greenbacks and stock certificates," he says.
He hasn't been able to find a university to take his collection, either. And now he's under the gun to get rid of it. He is about to marry his third wife, who is 27 years old, and in the prenuptial agreement, there's a clause that he must dispose of the collection by Dec. 31. She wants to store her shoes in that closet.
Also in the prenup? Millions and millions of dollars. I'm just guessing.
The New York Times profiles Deborah Eisenberg, author of, most recently, Twilight of the Superheroes, which has an awesome cover and has been getting better reviews than, let's say, a hypothetical collaboration between Philip Roth and God (see: Newsday, The New York Observer, The New York Times, and, awww yeah, Bookslut). Deborah Eisenberg sounds like she might not be the ideal guest at your next house party...
She lives with her companion of more than 30 years, Wallace Shawn, the playwright and actor, in a Chelsea loft whose main room is an unearthly white. The windows are covered with filmy white material, the books hidden behind semitransparent plastic, to make them look like "a dream of books," Ms. Eisenberg said. There is a wrought-iron daybed with a white mattress that is not inviting.
"There's nowhere to sit," she said, in a not unfriendly way. "It discourages visitors."
...though it would be awesome to do a keg-stand with the dude from The Princess Bride. Huh? Am I right?
There are obituaries for Octavia Butler in the Los Angeles Times, the Washington Post, The Seattle Times and BlackAmericaWeb. Frederick Busch is remembered at The (Syracuse, N.Y.) Post-Standard and The New York Times.
February 27, 2006
Kathryn Davis is interviewed for WAMC's Book Show about her book The Thin Place, still my favorite book of 2006. Only ten more months to go on that one, but I still don't expect anything to take it down.
This week's Guardian Digested Read: Blue Shoes and Happiness by Alexander McCall Smith.
It sounded like witchcraft to Mma Ramotswe, but she decided to say nothing as a distressed young woman, wearing an apron covered in food, entered the room. "I would guess that you are a cook," said Mma Ramotswe. "You are truly gifted with second sight," the girl answered.
This month Melville House Press is releasing Articles of Impeachment Against George W. Bush along with the Center for Constitutional Rights. And if you forgot your senator on your Christmas Card list this year, you can make it up to them by buying them their own copy. Melville House will even pay for the shipping when you do. (I'm the lucky one here, as I assume my senator Obama would consider it a good read.)
ON MONDAY, the High Court in London will hear a lawsuit which will either make publishing history or be dismissed as a storm in a teacup. The reason for the fuss is that it relates to one of the most successful novels of modern times and the lifting of "the whole architecture" of a body of research, a largely intangible entity which, not without reason, has caused paranoia throughout the literary world. Plagiarism is not a grounds for litigation in the UK, so instead the plaintiffs are alleging copyright infringement, which, of course, amounts to much the same thing. What makes the situation all the more titillating, and bizarre, however, is that they are suing their own publisher.
Novelist and SF pioneer Octavia Butler (Clay's Ark) is dead at 58.
Novelist Frederick Busch, author of Girls and North, died last week at 64.
February 24, 2006
Is your professor the kind of communist America-hater that David Horowitz warned about in his book? Circle Jerk at the Square Dance presents a handy guide you can use to tell whether your teacher is biased or not.
Literary studies
Literature can teach us much about the how we interact with our fellow men and women — Biased
Literature can teach us much about how college kids are boinking like heathens — Not Biased
Great novelists: Steinbeck, Faulkner, Morisson, Woolf, Ellison — Biased
Great novelists: Rand, Clancy, Gingrich, O’Reilly, and more Rand — Not Biased
How to game the essay portion of the SAT.
Winona Ryder told Vanity Fair in 2003 that she went to an opera with JT Leroy, reports Jossip.
"...We went to this diner afterward and talked. I wanted to take care of him, have him move in, but he said he was heading back south. I fell in love with him. And I've been in love with him ever since."
I guess you could say that he...stole her heart! Ha ha ha! Wait, are we still doing Winona Ryder/shoplifting jokes? No? OK. Then I got nothing.
The AP profiles Dan Futterman, who is nominated for a Best Screenplay Oscar for his adaptation of Gerald Clarke's Capote: A Biography. Other notable screenwriting nominees include Woody Allen (Match Point), Larry McMurtry and Diana Ossana (Brokeback Mountain), and a retarded chipmunk (Crash).
The International Herald Tribune looks at some independent British presses, and has a list of UK-based small publishing houses. Several Bookslut favorites — especially Canongate and Persephone — are mentioned. (Though it would've been nice to see the great Serpent's Tail get some well-deserved attention.)
The Los Angeles Times profiles Kate Braverman (Bookslut interview here).
She says she sometimes wrote "Lithium for Medea" during the drug rush after injecting cocaine, taking care to do so in her kitchen, so the blood could be easily wiped off the linoleum, instead of in the living room, where it might stain the rug. From 1971 until 1985, she said, "I was a total cocaine addict." She relapsed in the early 1990s, smoking heroin, for "several grotesque years," she said.
Such drug use, she says, gets female writers written off. But when male writers such as William Burroughs and Hunter S. Thompson used drugs to fuel their creativity, "people lionize them as geniuses," she said.
The Harvard Crimson profiles expository writing instructor Damon Krukowski, the former drummer for Galaxie 500 (Today), and half of the ethereal indie band Damon & Naomi (The Earth Is Blue).
Malcolm Gladwell has a blog. (Via Bookninja.)
Didn't anyone read And the Ass Saw the Angel? Or has no one listened to his music? You don't ask Nick Cave to write the screenplay for Gladiator II.
"Luckily, it was so completely unacceptable they didn't even ask me to do rewrites," says Cave, with a kind of amused pride. "It wasn't makeable." Why not? "I wanted to write an anti-war film and use Gladiator as a raging war machine. He died in the first one so he comes back as the eternal warrior. It ended up in Vietnam and the Pentagon." He shrugs his spindly shoulders. "It was just this really wacked-out script."
But man, look at that mustache. I'm so in love with him that I think the dorky facial hair makes him even hotter.
John Banville showed up at the Guardian book club to discuss his (amazing) novel The Untouchable, and they have a podcast of the evening.
A man has accused a book shop of 'outraging public decency' after they promoted a 'pop-up' edition of the (Kama) Sutra.
February 23, 2006
Shakespeare died of lymphatic cancer, says German professor Hildegard Hammerschmidt-Hummel.
The Jewish Week profiles Kate Braverman (interviewed this month at Bookslut), author of Lithium for Medea and the new Frantic Transmissions to and from Los Angeles.
Judy Blume's Are You There God? It's Me, Margaret has been updated — say goodbye to the sanitary belt and hello to "disposable adhesive pads." (Via Bookshelves of Doom.)
Great news: Melville House Publishing, one of America's great indie presses, will publish Tao Lin's short story collection, BED. Tao is the creator of the Reader of Depressing Books blog, and an unbelievably talented writer. His book of poetry, you are a little bit happer than i am, will be published by Action Books in the fall.
How To Promote a Book — Star Jones Reynolds Style!
First off, let me say that I find Star Jones Reynolds endlessly fascinating. This is largely because I enjoy being disgusted. I love horror movies, and medical shows like The Man With The 800-lb. Tumor––so to me, watching Star is like sitting through some magical combination of the two, like The Man With The 800-lb. Zombie Tumor, or something.
The following is a letter I wrote after picking up Git-R-Done - The Larry The Cable Guy Story (ghost written by Susan Sontag). I have to warn you that it's nearly 11 pages long. But I think it's chock full of life lessons for all of us and if you're not careful... you just might learn something!
It is worth it for the part where David explains to Larry The Cable Guy that referring to Iraqis as "commie r-- head carpet flying wicker basket on the head balancing scumbags" is, indeed, racist. (Via Backwards City.)
In a two-part story, Comic Book Resources talks to Brett Ratner, Hugh Jackman, Ian McKellen and Halle Berry about X-Men 3.
Ian McKellen: Marvel will tell you that they like X-Men more than any of their other titles because it appeals specifically to three groups - the demographic is young blacks, young Jews and young gays. They identify themselves [with these characters] more than most - although perhaps all teenagers consider themselves "mutants" in that they are perhaps ill-treated by the rest of society for a time, for no good reason. And as a gay man, the idea that someone might come along with a cure...
Brett Ratner: You're gay? I had no idea! [General laughter]
IM: Well, there aren't many of us in Hollywood...
Comparing and contrasting Brokeback Mountain and Curious George. (Via Bookninja and Bourgeois Nerd.)
Brokeback Mountain is about two gay cowboys. We know they’re gay cause they have sex. Also cause they don’t like Anne Hathaway, Michele Williams, and that chick who played Lindsay on Freaks and Geeks and is on ER now. They both wear cowboy hats, but not yellow ones. . . .
Although the two movies were the same, they were also different.
Largehearted Boy's Book Notes features Simon Reynolds, creator of Blissblog and author of Rip It Up and Start Again: Postpunk 1978-1984. I got this book last week, and I'm looking forward to reading it — for whatever reason, I was obsessed with Public Image Ltd and Mission of Burma when I was in high school. (At the time, it was actually against the law for radio stations to play any song that wasn't Pearl Jam's "Jeremy," but I think I first heard PiL on 120 Minutes.)
Jim Knipfel (Ruining it for Everybody) goes back to high school to speak to a memoir-writing class. (Yep. A memoir-writing class. In a high school. What the hell are these kids writing about? The time their testicles descended last summer? Jesus.)
My two favorite question of the afternoon were, “Does it take a long time to get to be so shameless?” and “Do you ever wake up in the morning and wonder why you’re doing this?”
I can honestly say that no interviewer has ever had the balls to ask me anything like that. God bless the beasts and the children.
Helen Dunmore talks to the Independent about the book I'll have to wait patiently for in America, The House of Orphans. (Also for a better cover. It makes it look like a companion piece to a Masterpiece Theater production from the '80s. The interview with Dunmore makes the book sound nothing like what the cover would suggest.)
Crime writer Lawrence Block, who Clayton Moore interviewed for this month's issue of Bookslut, is writing a screenplay for actor Tony Leung Chiu Wai (2046), reports Cinematical.
The new issue of Narrative Magazine has selections from Frank Conroy, Rick Bass, Tom Grimes and others.
ABC has greenlit the anthology series Masters of Science Fiction, which will present works of well-known authors such as Ray Bradbury and Isaac Asimov, reports Variety.
Oh, yeah, they can't throw enough money at the SF geeks. But it takes them five minutes to turn down my horror show pitch. Whatever, ABC. You'll be kicking yourself for passing on CSI: R'lyeh. Just you wait.
The Austin Chronicle recommends the new Lone Star Literature: A Texas Anthology, which includes selections from O. Henry, Molly Ivins, Kinky Friedman, J. Frank Dobie, Katherine Anne Porter, Naomi Shihab Nye and Rolando Hinojosa-Smith. The Chronicle also mentions Lee Merrill Byrd's forthcoming Riley's Fire, which is possible novel-of-the-year material — look for it in May from Algonquin Books. Byrd is the co-publisher of the excellent Cinco Puntos Press, based in El Paso.
A robber wearing a Spider-Man mask was caught on surveillance video Tuesday stealing a set of rare comics from a store in Culver City, Calif.
I think we all know who's behind this one. Sure, Tobey, you have some valuable comic books now. But at what cost? At what cost?
Is Michael Jackson our Oscar Wilde? Well. Obviously.
The Stock Mistress protests an animal rights protest through her bookshop's window.
I block my ears and fill my windows with titles designed to bring a smile to fellow victims of the nuisance protest. It is a catholic selection, including Julian Baggini's The Pig That Wants To Be Eaten, which plays with ideas in an idle fashion, The River Cottage Meat Book, a practical manual with a blood-stained cover, The Fox in the Cupboard, Jane Shilling's memoir of a late-blooming love affair with hunting, and Umberto Eco's Mouse or Rat, a collection of completely beside-the-point essays about translation (but passing punters aren't to know it's not a poem to the pleasures of cutting up rodents).
Slate examines the work of Kevin Brockmeier, whose new book The Brief History of the Dead is getting plenty of positive attention.
It looks like Maureen McHugh's Hodkins has returned. More information on her blog.
February 22, 2006
Kate Braverman talks to William T. Vollmann:
KB: Why do you deal with whores and pimps, the denizens of the Tenderloin? What is the philosophical basis for this?
WV: The fundamental intellectual level of humanity has and will always be low. New technological possibilities mean more experimental things can be forgotten in new ways. There are amazing filmmakers, like the Soviet Dziga Vertov. Who knows who this guy is and who cares? Who knows or cares who Joyce was? That means people who want to write at that level, and I include myself, are only doing so because we love it. In the end, what else is there? There is no prize, including the Nobel Prize, which can compensate you for the work you put in. If it's not a joy, you shouldn't do it.
Elizabeth Block's interview with Braverman is in the current issue of Bookslut; Tony DuShane's conversation with Vollmann ran in November.
The Willamette Week (I should just move to Portland already) reviews three books I'm dying to read: Kevin Brockmeier's The Brief History of the Dead, Chris Bachelder's U.S.!, and John Carey's What Good Are the Arts? Brockmeier's book is reviewed at Slate, the Detroit Free Press and Salon, and Brockmeier recently contributed a track list to Largehearted Boy's Book Notes. Bachelder's novel has drawn praise from George Saunders and Michael Chabon, two of the country's great fiction writers, and received reviews from the San Francisco Chronicle and The Village Voice. (Bachelder was interviewed at Bookslut in 2004.) As for Carey's book, the Washington Post's Michael Dirda says "Anyone seriously interested in the arts should read it."
The Montana State Library has canceled a showing of a movie critical of the U.S. Patriot Act after people complained about the American Civil Liberties Union being involved.
Hillary Frey says that Justin Tussing's The Best People in the World "could be the best debut of the year." The novel was also recently reviewed at the Washington Post and the Willamette Week, and The New York Times reprints the first chapter. Why haven't I read this yet? Something about that excerpt reminds me of Kevin Canty, one of my favorite writers of fiction, whose Into the Great Wide Open and A Stranger in This World are both pretty essential.
Wait. Where was I? Oh right. Justin Tussing. I really need to check that book out.
Is your kid reluctant to read Sister Carrie and learn about the Treaty of Fredrikshamn? You might have a problem.
In a boldly counterintuitive move, big publishers are trying to lure readers with books about — prepare to be shocked like you have never been shocked before — sex.
"If you had said five years ago, 'erotic, hot, sexy romances,' people would have said 'What, are you crazy?'" says Kensington editor in chief John Scognamiglio.
He's right, in that if you just walked up to somebody and said "Erotic, hot, sexy romances!" they would probably assume that you might have some issues that could be addressed by psychoactive medication. Everyone should try it today, though. Just go up to a random person on the street and say "Erotic, hot, sexy romances!" Let me know how it goes.
The Socialist Worker looks at the lies of David Horowitz, neo-McCarthyist author of The Professors: The 101 Most Dangerous Academics in America.
Horowitz and SAF claim that they have hundreds of documented examples of left-wing academic bias. But some of the complaints listed in the “Academic Freedom Abuse Center” -- a collection of unsubstantiated claims on the SAF Web site -- include a student who was offended when her sociology class watched an “immoral Seinfeld episode,” and an Ohio State student who claims he got a poor grade on an English essay “just because the professor hates families and thinks it’s okay to be gay.”
Also at the Worker: Some of the professors blacklisted by Horowitz respond. Here's Dana Cloud of the University of Texas:
Like all of the scholars on Horowitz’s hit list, I am a careful, responsible and successful teacher. It seems clear that Horowitz is only concerned on the surface with the potential “indoctrination” of students. (He is not too concerned that our business students are inundated with pro-capitalist propaganda, or that our petroleum engineering faculty has not one environmentalist on it.)
Cat and Girl discuss good books.
Writers from around the world plan to mark March 20, the third anniversary of the invasion of Iraq, as the 'day of political lies.'
Among the writers signing the call for the 'day of political lies' were Britain's Doris Lessing and Nobel Prize winner Harold Pinter, India's Amitav Gosh, Turkey's Orhan Pamuk, Americans Paul Auster and Russell Banks, and Germany's Peter Schneider and Ulla Hahn.
Daniel Radcliffe, the actor who plays Harry Potter, bought works by JK Rowling, Iain Banks and Tom Stoppard at a London charity auction.
Radcliffe's mother Marcia Gresham bid on his behalf at the central London auction.
She said: "This should put paid to anyone who says that Daniel doesn't like reading.
"Daniel hasn't stopped since he read the first Harry Potter book and he loves Iain Banks and Tom Stoppard."
Man, that news is going to spark a whole lot of age-inappropriate crushes. I can just see it.
The British Book Awards nominations are out, and some observers expect sparks to fly.
The London hotel hosting the event, Grosvenor House, has asked for an "exclusion zone" between two of the shortlisted authors, Piers Morgan and Jeremy Clarkson, on account of their now legendary personal feud having erupted into fisticuffs at a previous ceremony two years ago. Both men are up for the WH Smith Book of the Year award, Morgan for his memoir, The Insider, and Clarkson for The World According to Clarkson.
Other Book of the Year nominees include Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, the autobiography Sharon Osbourne Extreme, and a cookbook by the hot English guy.
That's quite a list. God, I'd hate to see the books that didn't make the final cut. The Joy of Wheat-Free Cooking? The Big Book of Fart Jokes? It's Just a Bunch of Pictures of Posh Spice?
Jane Stevenson, whose new book Good Women is coming out, has a new short story at Nerve.
Is Mary Higgins Clark a plagiarist? You have no idea how disruptive to my sense of reality this will be if it's true.
And there remains the question of Denmark: a small democracy, which resisted Hitler bravely and protected its Jews as well as itself. Denmark is a fellow member of NATO and a country that sends its soldiers to help in the defense and reconstruction of Iraq and Afghanistan. And what is its reward from Washington? Not a word of solidarity, but instead some creepy words of apology to those who have attacked its freedom, its trade, its citizens, and its embassies. For shame.
(Thanks to Randy for the link.)
Algerian cartoonist Ali Dilem, who was himself condemned to death by Islamists during the civil war, comments on the Muhammad cartoons.
Some people have their own vision of freedom of speech, others have their own vision of what we can or can’t do. Both visions can’t be reconciled, we have been trying for centuries, to no avail. Once again, what I blame this issue for is that it has invited religion in the debate on freedoms. Liberty and religion are two completely different things which will never reach an agreement about anything.
The Supreme Court passed up a chance Tuesday to decide if college administrators can censor campus newspapers.
The students sued after a dean blocked the paper's printing in 2000 until she could review the news stories. Campus journalists had written unflattering stories in the Innovator about departments at the school in University Park, south of Chicago, which has about 6,000 students.
The Smoking Gun shows a little compassion for James Frey.
Bastone expresses some sympathy for his subject, whose painful appearance on Oprah Bastone watched with his staff on a live satellite feed, courtesy of TSG owners Court TV. "It's not like he was a child molester or a murderer out there, though she treated him like one," Bastone says.
Editor Bastone is interviewed about their investigation into My Friend Leonard, using "off the record" conversations in the original story, and why he wasn't on Oprah.
Gina Frangello, who has more energy during a full term pregnancy than I have ever had in my entire life, has started a blog. Five days before giving birth. (Which should be happening today. All the best, Gina!) She reports on her appearance reading My Sister's Continent at the Bookslut Reading Series.
(Speaking of readings, thanks to everyone who came out for the Grace Reading Series last night. We were being taped by CBS News because Elizabeth is a fucking rock star, and the whole camera and mic thing was a bit more invasive than I had thought. Or maybe I just thought that because I had the sound guy's hand down my dress, duct taping the wire through the back.)
February 21, 2006
A Tennessee school board voted unanimously against banning Harper Lee's To Kill a Mockingbird, which one parent had claimed was offensive.
If you are in New York, you have to go to tonight's Grace reading at Mo Pitkin's. The reading starts at 7 pm, and features guest host Jessa Crispin introducing authors Elizabeth Merrick (Girly) and Myla Goldberg (Bee Season, Wickett's Remedy). If you're not in New York, I have no idea what you should do tonight. Watch some more of that ice dancing crap on the Olympics, I guess. That'll kill an hour or two.
Salon interviews Anya Kamenetz, author of Generation Debt: Why Now Is a Terrible Time to Be Young.
What it is all really about for me is realizing that we are part of the first generation in America that does not expect to and probably won't do better than our parents. It's about taking a step down, and that is a feeling that is terrifying. The American dream has always been about progress and about going up and up -- but we are not making as much money as our parents, and maybe we are a little bit less educated than our parents. We are not achieving the milestones of adulthood at the same time that they did.
(Thanks to Leela for the link.)
The Old Hag has started a feature on her blog in which she prints excerpts of forthcoming novels. It's called — get this — "The Old Hag's Feature On Her Blog In Which She Prints Excerpts of Forthcoming Novels." (It's actually called "Teaser," but mine's better.) The first installment features an excerpt from Maud Casey's Genealogy, which comes out in May.
Sarah Polley, who is an incredibly accomplished actor but who will always be Beverly Cleary's Ramona to me (anyone else remember that show?), will direct the film Away from Her, based on the Alice Munro short story "The Bear Came Over the Mountain." Polley wrote the screenplay for the movie, which will star Julie Christie and Olympia Dukakis. The short story is part of Munro's collection Hateship, Friendship, Courtship, Loveship, Marriage.
EL Doctorow won the PEN/Faulkner Award for Fiction for his novel The March.
Science Fiction Weekly interviews John Scalzi, author of The Ghost Brigades, which Bookslut's Stephen Granade found "thoroughly enjoyable."
An Israeli screenwriter is accusing suspense novelist Mary Higgins Clark of plagiarism. (Via Gawker.)
Virginia Haussegger asks: Why do women hate Maureen Dowd?
In the case of New York Times columnist Maureen Dowd, the collective answer seems to be: she's a powerful, sexy little fox who's smart, witty, made it to the top and has got it all sewn up. She's a bitch.
The Australian media response to Dowd's new book, Are Men Necessary?, has been a fascinating study in our own thinly disguised insecurities as women - and Antipodean women at that.
I lived in San Antonio for 19 years, and the only people who ever came to town were members of certain '70s heavy metal bands. Now that I've left, apparently it's safe for all my favorite writers to visit. Lorrie Moore will be speaking at Trinity University on Thursday night, so if you live there, you have to go. Moore is maybe America's best short story writer, and the author of the very, very highly recommended Birds of America and Like Life. Check out Tao Lin's commentary on Moore's fiction at Reader of Depressing Books, and this 1998 profile of Moore from Ploughshares.
The Raw Story reports that Scott McClellan, displaying his trademark brand of stammering ineloquence, dodged a question about President Bush's meeting last year with wingnut airport-novel king Michael Crichton. Meanwhile, Clean Air Watch President Frank O'Donnell says the meeting "would be laughable if the consequences weren’t so dire." In a related story, the Bush administration has reportedly canceled plans to prepare the country for the possible avian flu epidemic, choosing instead to start inoculating all Americans against the Andromeda strain.
Musician, author and publisher Henry Rollins (Roomanitarian) is being investigated by the Australian government after a fellow airplane passenger was "disturbed" at the book he was reading — Ahmed Rashid's Jihad: The Rise of Militant Islam in Central Asia.
February 20, 2006
An Austrian court sentenced historian David Irving to three years in prison on Monday for denying the Holocaust during a 1989 stopover in Austria, dismissing his argument that he had changed his views.
An Arizona state senate committee approved a bill that "would let university and community college students opt out of required reading of items the youngsters consider personally offensive or pornographic," reports the Arizona Daily Sun. It's great to see one of my favorite novels in the news, I guess:
One specific complaint came over "The Ice Storm." The novel deals with adults and children experimenting with sex, drugs and suicide. [College student Christina] Trefzger described it as a "pretty sexually graphic book."
Sen. Thayer Verschoor, R-Mesa, said he also heard complaints from a Maricopa Community College student.
"There's no defense of this book," he said. "I can't believe that anyone would come up here and try to defend that kind of material."
Thayer Verschoor, meet Dale Peck. Dale, Thayer.
The Independent looks at America's "original desperate housewife," Peyton Place author Grace Metalious.
Her book is not a forerunner of mindless airport fiction so much as the kind of attack on bourgeois complacency and puritan cant later formulated by offbeat, not to say camp, film-makers like John Waters - the trash pope of Baltimore and a huge Metalious fan - and David Lynch. New England towns, Metalious once wrote, "look as peaceful as a postcard picture, but if you got beneath that picture it's like turning over a rock with your foot. All kinds of strange things crawl out."
Leonard Pitts says "thank you" to the staff of the Little Falls branch library in Bethesda, Maryland:
Business is going on as usual when two men in uniform stride into the main reading room and call for attention. Then they make an announcement: It is forbidden to use the library's computers to view Internet pornography.
As people are absorbing this, one of the men challenges a patron about a Web site he is visiting and asks the man to step outside. At this point, a librarian intervenes and calls the uniformed men aside. A police officer is summoned. The men leave. It turns out they are employees of the county's Department of Homeland Security and were operating way outside their authority.
Tomorrow I will be guest hosting the Grace Reading Series in New York. The authors will be Elizabeth Merrick (Girly) and Myla Goldberg (Bee Season, Wickett's Remedy). See the Grace Reading Series page for more information, but I hope to see you guys there.
The Boston Globe interviews William H. Gass, author of A Temple of Texts.
European critics are much smarter. Some of the best critics of American literature are in Germany and France. They know what's going on. They keep up. They have a much better intellectual equipment, a firmer grasp of languages. When I go abroad I feel much more at home. It's that sense of all writing is in the same country, and that there's just one country now.
Because pro-choicers rely on science, and so much of our language is born out of fact and evidence, we're hampered in some sense. We can't come up with these inaccurate soundbites that are very seductive, like "partial-birth abortion." Doctors would never come up with that term because it's inaccurate. In some ways we're hampered by the truth. It's kind of like we're the nonfiction version, and they're the fiction version -- we're science, and they're science fiction.
Rachel Fudge interviews Cristina Page, author of How The Pro-Choice Movement Saved America. (Via Feministing.)
American English speakers tend to fall into two categories: those who think the word "whom" is antiquated and pointless and should never be used, and insufferable pricks. (Hey, sorry. You people who get pissed off about "split infinitives"? Yeah, you guys suck too.)
"Beginning a question with whom in contemporary standard English would not just be unusual, it would be bizarre," says linguist Geoffrey Pullum, coauthor of the Cambridge Grammar of the English Language. "Insisting on whom, as some people still do when writing for print, is more and more looking like an affectation," says Pullum, who's currently a fellow at the Radcliffe Institute in Cambridge.
(Via Bookninja.)
SuicideGirls reports that Michel Gondry will direct the film adaptation of Rudy Rucker's Master of Space and Time, from a screenplay by Daniel Clowes (Ghost World, Ice Haven).
Anti-semitic author David Irving has pleaded guilty to charges of denying the Holocaust. Irving could be sentenced to ten years in prison by an Austrian court, and is now changing his tune.
This morning, outside court, Irving told reporters: "History is a constantly growing tree - the more you know, the more documents become available, the more you learn, and I have learned a lot since 1989. Yes, there were gas chambers. Millions of Jews died, there is no question. I don't know the figures. I'm not an expert on the Holocaust."
In recognition of Presidents' Day, the Oxford University Press blog has an excerpt from David Hackett Fischer's Washington's Crossing.
Batman vs. Bin Laden: What do you think?
Noah McCullough, the ten-year-old author of The Essential Book of Presidential Trivia, imparts some unsettling information about Ronald Reagan:
Q: What was the strangest thing a president has done?
A: It's a tie between Lyndon Johnson and Ronald Reagan. Lyndon Johnson bought his wife's wedding ring at Sears for $2.50. Ronald Reagan loved ear lobes and played with other people's earlobes whether it was foreign leaders of the world or his own family.
I would literally rather have this kid advising Bush about global warming than Michael Crichton. Seriously. I'm not exaggerating for comic effect.
This month's nominees for the Henry Miller Award:
Pretty Little Dirty by Amanda Boyden
The Best People in the World by Justin Tussing
Bedtime Eyes by Amy Yamada
Halfway House by Katharine Noel
White Ghost Girls by Alice Greenway
My copy of We All Die Alone by Mark Newgarden is currently covered in cat hair. But Newgarden offers a solution to those with similar problems.
“We All Die Alone” has a fuzzy cover. It’s a flocked or, more precisely, mock-flocked cover. So everyone who attends one of my readings will receive a free book-grooming tool to maintain the pristine appearance of their mock-flocked book cover. A slide show will illustrate exactly how the book groomer works and the dangers inherent in owning a mock-flocked book.
President Bush met with Michael Crichton last year to discuss the author's novel State of Fear, which claims that global warming isn't a real threat, says Fred Barnes in his new book Rebel in Chief: Inside the Bold and Controversial Presidency of George W. Bush.
Mr. Barnes, who describes Mr. Bush as "a dissenter on the theory of global warming," writes that the president "avidly read" the novel and met the author after Karl Rove, his chief political adviser, arranged it. He says Mr. Bush and his guest "talked for an hour and were in near-total agreement."
"The visit was not made public for fear of outraging environmentalists all the more," he adds.
Even more troubling: Bush invited the author of The Pet Goat to the White House to discuss federal disaster management.
John Updike has a new short story, "My Father's Tears," at The New Yorker.
Strangest headline of the day: "Elizabeth Barrett Browning was far more than an invalid, says Roy Hattersley." Umm, yes. Wasn't there some poetry or something?
The Five Most Dangerous Children's Books Ever Written, According to Sean Hannity.
4. A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L'Engle
In between orchestrating the French Revolution with Robespierre and badmouthing President Bush with the Dixie Chicks, French author Madeleine L'Engle wrote A Wrinkle in Time, which centers on a fatherless and troublesome 13-year-old girl, Meg Murry. Obviously, L'Engle is implying that single mothers need welfare to properly raise their children.
William Ian Miller is interviewed about his book Eye for an Eye, his study of talionic societies, at Salon.
Well, what is the Eucharist, for heaven's sake? It's a payoff on a hundred levels. It's paying off God, because God is vengeful. The incarnation and crucifixion and sacrifice of Christ is the law of the talion. You owe a god to a god for a breach of god's rights.
So is violating the Pope's copyright a venial sin or a mortal sin? Help me out here, I'm lapsed.
Royalties for Pope Benedict XVI's writings and speeches? The Italian publishing world is aghast.
The demand by the Vatican to respect copyright on the pontiff's writings and pay for their use has triggered hot debate: Should an institution which exists to spread the word of God be putting a price on papal writ?
This week's Guardian Digested Read: The Cell by Stephen King.
The flames burnt bright and the stench of burning flesh hung in the air.
"We shouldn't have done that," said Tom.
"Why?"
"I can't tell you as it's just a device to artificially ratchet up the tension for 20 pages."
Ander Monson, author of the fantastic Other Electricities, has been announced as the winner of the 2006 Graywolf Press Nonfiction Prize for Neck Deep.
David Rees talks Get Your War On.
“I was going to quit Get Your War On when Kerry was sworn in and Bush left,” he says with a sigh, “and Bush won, and I was like, ‘Oh god, I’ve got to do this shit for another four years.’ Now it’s like running a marathon: Come on, a couple more hills, and then you’ll be done when Bush is done! But I think I’ll continue it for now, because it is cathartic.”
The Nation talks to Art Spiegelman and Joe Sacco about the Danish cartoon controversy. (And for those following the story, Comics Reporter has been doing an excellent job of collecting the information on a daily basis.)
Spiegelman: The public has been infantilized by the press. It's escalated to the point where it's moot whether one should reprint these pictures or not because now to do it puts you firmly on the side of the libeler, the defamer. And yet, it seems to me that to write about this without access to the pictures is an absurdity. The answer to speech, in my religion, is more speech, a lot of yakking--and a lot of drawing. And if a picture is worth a thousand words, very often it requires 2,000 words more to talk about the picture, but you can't replace that thousand words with another thousand words.
If The Nation and the New York Times had simply said, "We're scared shitless," I could take that. I'm not only a cartoonist--I'm a physical coward.
February 17, 2006
Claire Zulkey interviews Stuart Dybek (The Coast of Chicago).
I have come to consider myself a "Chicago writer" but only after years of people asking me how conscious I am of working in the Chicago tradition. Finally I simply surrendered to the question. OK, I plead guilty, I'm a Chicago writer--I was born and raised here and I write a lot about the city. One of my books even has the word "Chicago" in it. I didn't start out with that in mind.
David Mamet, cartoonist. (Via Wonkette, which offers an editorial cartoon of their own.)
[Stockton-on-Tees, England] Council officials today apologised after misspelling the word grammar on a road sign outside a school....
The sign, which read Grammer School Lane, had been in place for more than a week, according to the headteacher, Gillian Taylor.
The Roanoke Times interviews Virgnia Tech's "Brokeback professor" Jeff Mann, author of Loving Mountains, Loving Men.
I created a gay and lesbian literature course at Virginia Tech in 1998 because I wanted to give queer kids an affirming mirror of their experience through literature.
I remember those students saying to me, almost patronizingly, "Well, yeah, it was harder for your generation. But things are changing, and that nasty homophobia is dinosaur stuff." I remember thinking, I hope you're right; I think you're naive.
Ole Miss instructor Allan Mitchell talks to NPR about the proposed state poem, Paul Ott's "I Am Mississippi."
Slate rereads Jaws to see if it still holds any appeal.
The maker of Macintosh computers had anticipated hackers would try to crack its new OS X operating system built to work on Intel's chips and run pirated versions on non-Apple computers. So, Apple developers embedded a warning deep in the software — in the form of a poem.
Boyd Tonkin reports on the 100th birthday of the great Everyman's Library, and the launch of Penguin's new Red Classics series, which look beautiful and need to come out in the States soon.
Dan Clowes is interviewed at the Los Angeles City Beat.
I like characters that are angry. I like people that are angry. I’m always interested in and can befriend people that are extremely angry – whereas most people are repelled by that person, I find it somewhat endearing. And so I have a lot of friends who are seethingly, bitterly angry and pessimistic and dismal to be around, and I like that. And I hear that about my characters a lot, that these are just one horrible, dismal character after another.
She says: "I really like the bit where the narrator beats the shit out of his miserable old grandfather." "Yes," I say, "that probably was the strongest moment in the book."
Tim Parks introduces his children to the books he's written.
Javier Bardem will star in Mike Newell's film adaptation of Love in the Time of Cholera and in the Coen brothers' adaptation of No Country for Old Men, says the Hollywood Reporter.
There is a chick lit book that uses a Nirvana lyric for the title. My entire adolescence, poof. Thanks, Caprice Crane. If I ever meet you in a dark alley, I swear...
I know that it was a shitty night last night, so I want to thank everyone who braved the snow/sleet/rain and wind and nastiness to join us at the Reading Series. I think it might be an actual miracle that the night came off as well as it did, as the weather system over Chicago delayed both of our out-of-town writers' flights and Gina Frangello was five days away from giving birth. Something probably should have gone wrong, but it didn't.
Gina started the night off when a reading from My Sister's Continent. It was dirty. In fact, it's one of my favorite parts of the novel, when Kendra's ex-boyfriend finds out she's in an S&M type of relationship and tries to dominate her. It was dirty and funny and it was being read by a very pregnant woman.
Now, everyone knows what a huge fan of Kathryn Davis I am. And the night was an interesting mix of authors for me personally, what with Clarke's book being something I picked up with no expectations and ended up falling in love with, Continent being the first novel from a woman I've known in Chicago since I arrived here, and Davis being a familiar favorite. But when I got up to introduce Davis for The Thin Place, I ran out of words and went with "It's fucking incredible, read it." That boils it down nicely, I think. She read the chapter about poor doomed Gigi (a cat) and introduced the section by saying, "All you need to know is Peter is Helen's son and two, the fisher cat is a nasty animal."
George Elliott Clarke finished up the night with a reading from George & Rue, a tale of two of the members of his family tree that bring him less pride. He started off with a little history lesson to answer a question I'm sure was about to overtake a number of audience members: "There are black people in Nova Scotia?" Then he read a murder scene, a sex scene (that was independently applauded), and a murder scene, finishing off with a poem. That is, after all, what he's best known for.
For March, we're doing something a little different. First off, the next event is March 1st, in two weeks. Gina Mallet, author of Last Chance to Eat and one of my favorite food writers, will be designing a menu with the Hopleaf for Bookslut readers. So if you make a reservation at the Hopleaf (773 334-9851) for between 5pm and 6:30pm, tell them you're with the Bookslut Reading Series, there will be a special menu for you when you arrive. Then the reading will follow at 8pm. All of this will be on the Reading Series page later today. If you can't come to the dinner, you are still welcome to come for the reading. But if you do want dinner, consider making reservations now, as that room doesn't hold many people.
February 16, 2006
Jordan Smith of The Austin Chronicle has a long, interesting profile of mystery novelist, country musician and Texas gubernatorial candidate Kinky Friedman.
A man in a white pickup, on his way to work, slows as he drives past, staring at Friedman. Within minutes he's circled back and pulled over. He saw Kinky on 60 Minutes, he says, and he agrees with him, especially on the importance of border issues; Kinky's got his vote. Kay slips into the salon and returns with a handful of bumper stickers and a campaign poster. "How would you like this signed?" asks Friedman. "'Luv, The Guv;' 'Yours in Christ;' 'See You in Hell'?"
"See You in Hell," the man replies.
Friedman was profiled Tuesday by the New York Sun (reprinted here), and Bookslut interviewed him in December.
He's not the only author running for office this year. Sander Hicks, the founder of Soft Skull Press and Vox Pop bookstore, and author of The Big Wedding: 9/11, The Whistle-Blowers, and the Cover-Up, is running for the New York governorship as a Green Party candidate, urging an end to the media monopoly and the culture of corporate advertising.
James Webb, author of the highly acclaimed novel Fields of Fire, is running for the US Senate from Virginia. Webb was Secretary of the Navy for a year under Ronald Reagan, but he's running as a Democrat. Rob Reiner, another famous Democrat, will direct Webb's script for the Iraq War-themed movie Whiskey River next year.
The most entertaining writer/candidate, though, is Dr. James Dunn, running for a US House seat in South Carolina. It doesn't look like any of the books listed on Dunn's vita are easily available — or published at all — but the titles are amazing. I would do anything to get my hands on a copy of A Futuristic Look at America's Recent Past - A History of the United States from the 1990s to 2032 or, especially, Talking With Your Youngsters, Such That They Will Enjoy Minding You!
Natalie Portman talks about the upcoming film adaptation of V for Vendetta.
I'm not a big comic, graphic novel type of person, but I didn't really know much about that whole world until this film. I never thought that they actually had...real stories [laughs]. I was completely ignorant about it. It was really impressive to see something that had such a serious intellectual side that was also, beautifully drawn and realized.
Bookstores have suddenly become like pot to me, which sounds like an endorsement but is not. I approach them both hoping for insight and inspiration, but these days all I'm left with afterwards is a lingering depression and a funky taste in my mouth. At least with pot I've had some Pringles.
Shalom Auslander's new column at Nextbook is up.
Metro Toronto profiles Jim Munroe, author (Flyboy Action Figure Comes with Gasmask, An Opening Act Of Unspeakable Evil) and owner of the very cool No Media Kings.
Maria Dahvana Headley has what might be the funniest anecdote ever at the Powell's blog. And it comes with a lesson: If you don't enunciate, people might think you're really into anal sex.
In the drink line, I encounter a skinny poet from Texas.
"So, you're really into anal sex, huh?"
Since I'm now wholly convinced that my brain is cheesecloth, I know that this is not what the poet has really said. Probably he's just asked me if I'm really into Angela Carter.
"I love her work," I reply. "She's like a modern Brothers Grimm."
The poet looks at me. "Anal sex," he repeats. "Anal Sex."
Yannick Murphy's Here They Come comes out next month. McSweeney's has an excerpt, and Murphy is interviewed at Publishers Weekly.
AM Homes has sold the film rights to her forthcoming novel This Book Will Save Your Life, reports Variety.
Tonight is our Chicago Reading Series. If you don't come, seriously, I just don't know what's wrong with you. You would be passing up a chance to stand in the same room as Kathryn Davis, who has written the best book of 2006. You will have passed up the opportunity to see nine-month pregnant Gina Frangello read kinky sex scenes. You will miss being surprised by how sharply funny George Elliott Clarke's tale of murder and nastiness can be. These people are coming for you, and if you ask nicely, they will chat and sign your books. Sex! Murder! Talking lichen! You have to be there.
Nerve.com has a photo gallery inspired by the works of Bukowski.
There are a thousand reasons to subscribe to Virginia Quarterly Review, but one of the best ones is because Tom Bissell (author of the devastating God Lives in St. Petersburg) is a frequent contributor, writing about trips to Vietnam (where he and his friends were thrown out) and the Great White North. (Also, they're serializing the new Art Spiegelman.) Bissell writes about "truth in travel literature" for World Hum. (Link from Maud.)
Frank Miller will be following in the footsteps of other comic book writers with his latest work on Batman by having him fight the current Big Bad: al-Qaida.
The San Antonio Current interviews Lawrence Ferlinghetti.
I keep trying not to write political poems, they’re a drag. Politics is a drag. I mean, I’d much rather be writing love poems all the time. But under the Bush Administration, the rich are getting rich, and the poor are getting poorer. That’s the shape of things these days, even in New York. Even taxi drivers say it.
February 15, 2006
The Kirkus Reviews Spring & Summer 2006 Special Issue is now available — go here and click on the first link. Some of the forthcoming books mentioned look pretty great, like AM Homes' This Book Will Save Your Life, David Mitchell's Black Swan Green, Gautam Malkani's Londonstani, and John Updike's Terrorist.
If you're writing a memoir about your love life, Maria Dahvana Headley (The Year of Yes) has some advice for you.
Reviewers will read your book, and review not just your writing, but your life, your looks, and your moral compass. One of them, in Great Britain, will literally quote from your acknowledgements, complaining that you've thanked too many people. He will have written a book very similar to yours, but not as commercially viable, and you will suspect him of a small jealousy issue.
Destiny's Child singer Beyonce Knowles is mortified the term she created, "bootylicious", is now in the dictionary.
John Nichols, the author of The Rise and Rise of Richard B. Cheney: Unlocking the Mysteries of the Most Powerful Vice President in American History, wonders whether Cheney was drunk when he shot Harry Whittington.
According to an MSNBC report that appeared briefly Tuesday on the network's website, Armstrong peddled the line that she did not believe that alcohol played a part in the shooting accident. But, she admitted, "There may be a beer or two in there, but remember not everyone in the party was shooting."
The MSNBC story, which appeared only briefly before the website was scrubbed for reasons not yet explained, has been kept alive by the able web investigators at www.rawstory.com and other progressive blogs. And so it should be, as the prospect that alcohol may have been involved in the Texas incident takes the story in a whole new direction.
David Benioff, author (The 25th Hour, When the Nines Roll Over) and screenwriter (Troy), might get $2 million for his planned remake of the Danish film Brothers, reports New York Magazine. The Internet Movie Database lists Benioff as the screenwriter for upcoming adaptations of The Kite Runner and Ender's Game, as well as next year's planned Wolverine movie.
Book swapping: like the other kind of swapping, but with a lesser chance of genital lesions. (Via Bookninja, who notes that the book swapping program is "the perfect way to cross-breed the mold in your basement AND spread disease worldwide!")
Tao Lin has a great short story, "Sincerity," at Dirt.
Some Venetians aren't thrilled with John Berendt's The City of Falling Angels.
The mayor of Venice, Massimo Cacciari, had this to say — via e-mail — about Mr. Berendt's new work: "It's not my habit to comment on books that don't interest me or, for various reasons, I don't like." . . .
The author makes no bones about his American's-eye-view of the city. "Obviously I wrote with a foreigner's eye," he said in a telephone interview from his home in New York. "You can object to it, but it hardly sounds like a legitimate complaint. Foreigners have been writing about Venice forever."
Mr. Magazine lists the 30 most notable magazine launches of 2005, and it includes, god help us, Bee Magazine (tells women they should really learn a few facts about Iran to sound smart at cocktail parties), Web MD (in case you have a touch of the hypochondria and can't get online), that Rachel Ray magazine (just, no), and New Beauty (AN ENTIRE MAGAZINE ABOUT PLASTIC SURGERY). Thanks to Kathleen for the link.
Julian Barnes, to drop a name, once told me that the worse thing that could happen to a first-time novelist was to win a major prize. Not only because of the increased pressure and expectations, but because critics would be sharpening their hatchets. But in my case things were made worse by the theme I chose for the second novel – memory. Because it dragged me back into a painful period, the 1990s, when I was confronted with the heartbreaking spectacle of my parents’ battles with memory loss.
Jeffrey Moore is interviewed about his really great novel The Memory Artists.
Sister Helen Prejean (Dead Man Walking, The Death of Innocents) testified as a character witness for George Ryan, the former Illinois governor being tried for racketeering.
Under cross-examination by lead prosecutor Patrick M. Collins, Prejean flashed humor.
"As a product of Catholic education, it's every schoolboy's dream to cross-examine a nun," Collins said with a broad grin.
"You'd better mind your p's and q's, young man, or Sister Godzilla will haunt you for the rest of your life," Prejean said as the courtroom cracked up.
I went to Catholic school for 11 years, and luckily, never had to deal with a Sister Godzilla. There was ol' Deacon Mecha-King Ghidorah, of course, always firing gravity beams and capture cables when we started talking in class. Oh, the fun we had!
Tim Moore (Travels with My Donkey, Eric Hansen (The Bird Man and the Lap Dancer) and Jan Brokken (Jungle Rudy) discuss travel writing at the Sydney Morning Herald.
Moore says: "I came to the sad conclusion after my first book [Frost On My Moustache] that all the bits people used to say they liked were all the bits where I was having an appallingly bad time. You know, being sick all over myself and all that."
Jessa, do we have enough money in the budget to buy the naming rights to a Pennsylvania library? It's only $300,000! We can split the cost! I'll send you a postdated check.
Whoa, whoa, whoa...you're telling me I can buy a personalized poem by Alfredo León, The Love Poet? The Alfredo León, The Love Poet? Why didn't I know about this before Valentine's Day? Nothing says love like:
And lately, somehow, I feel you are going through the same feeling and
desires, just as I am, because this truly is our season to gaze into
each other's eyes.
. . .
Hold this poem close to your heart. . .to absorb the absolute effects
of its meaning, it's what you must do!
(Via Choriamb.)
An Internet cafe owner in Tokyo and two other people were arrested Tuesday on suspicion of posting popular manga comics on an Internet site without the consent of the authors and publishers, the police said. (Link from Comics Reporter.)
Anybody want to be the editor of The Atlantic? No? I'll do it if no one else will.
You guessed it, it's an illustrated guide to car sex, featuring positions such as the "Backseat Monsoon".