Showing posts with label novels. Show all posts
Showing posts with label novels. Show all posts
Friday, October 11, 2013
Milkshake, Boys,Yard Friday Links
We have officially entered crunch time for NYC trip/Nicholas & Alexandra reading extravaganza. I don't have much else to say besides that. This time next week, I'll be in NYC. In between now and then, I have to show a reel, finish editing a pilot, figure out my place, where I'm staying in NYC, hang with Scottish pals in LA, pass off my car, rewrite a song, go to therapy (bless) get a wedding gift, and come to terms with that fact that (other than that one time where I drove Kiki Vandeweghe's Mercedes SUV without a license) I'll be driving in Manhattan for the first time ever.
Also, I have placed the milkshake in the yard. So far, no boys.
Your links:
- Brides Throwing Cats. You're welcome.
- Pretty cool NY story about a theatre & the rent controlled apts that go with it
- Alice Munro, ol' girl! Way to win that Nobel!
- Old movies more creative than new ones. No shit?
- Walter White's getting a real funeral
- Everything my Franzy currently hates
- I can't wait to read Michael Hastings' novel!
- I finished Dave Eggers' The Circle in less that 48 hours.
- I love this Guardian review of it.
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
Autumn Reading
Wally Lamb - We Are Water
Oct. 22
He gets a bad rap as too populist, but I still think Wally Lamb is the shit. And I can't wait to be knee-deep in it again.
Elizabeth Gilbert-
The Signature of All Things
Oct. 1
Also getting a rap even worse than Lamb is Liz Gilbert. But I still think about how much I liked her first novel, Stern Men, and I'm glad she's back to writing on another subject besides herself.
Donna Tartt - The Goldfinch
Oct. 22
I still have adolescent reader scars from The Secret History and I always come back for more trauma.
Not novels, but:
Roth Unbound. A Writer & His Books
Oct. 22
Because... Philip Roth. Nuff said.
The Bernstein Letters
Oct. 29
Oh, Leonard. You are a man of wonder.
For a longer list, check out this one compiled by The Daily Beast.
For good measure, thought this headline is impossible, because you cannot qualify unique, here are some bitchin' libraries around the world.
** also, I continue to feel ambivalent about posting links to amazon instead of other book sellers like Barnes & Noble. I think this is the last time I'll do it. Damn you, Franzen. But I have 3 more months on my amazon prime membership, so... ack.
Labels:
autumn,
Best Of,
books,
dreamy things,
love,
nerd things,
novels,
SIGH,
storytelling,
writing
Friday, August 23, 2013
Radio Silence Friday Links
Still here in Vegas. Movin and shakin and whathaveyou. There were some good links flying around lately though, so I present them to you now. Haviland gets here later! Yay! Hope you have a fabulous weekend!!
- Despite not being the biggest fan of Marisha Pessl, I still have high hopes for her latest, Night Film. There's also an app, which seems kind of cool. Her website for her first novel was one of my faves.
- Aerin Lauder home collection, you excite me.
- Also, these home items at Waiting on Martha. Good stuff here.
- The collected wisdom of Chris Rock.
- Infinitely better casting for Lady M in this Scots version of the Scottish Play.
- Building creative confidence
- I love stories like this. Artefacts being returned. The human element.
- Cool video about the history of Santa Monica
- New Frightened Rabbit "Radio Silence." Preorder "Late March, Death March" EP.
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
The Scapegoat - Now on Netflix
I've really been feeling the glut in quality British programming these days. I have a list of all the things I know about and then I scour the internet until I find a method of watching them. I've been looking for the post-war set The Scapegoat for a while now.
Based on the Daphe du Maurier novel, this flick has everything. Doppelgangers, the turn over from one monarch to the next, mistaken identities, multiple mistresses, cool old cars, and one of my favorite estates I visited on many travels through the UK, Knebworth House. I'm also quite partial to Matthew Rhys ever since he played Dylan Thomas.
And last night, lo and behold, they had added it to Netflix. So I snuggled into my bed and took a trip back to foggy Britain. I woke up this morning and Los Angeles felt a bit British-- grey and drizzly. It'll be sure to burn off into sunshine by noon. But if you've got Netflix, I suggest checking out this film.
Labels:
architecture,
Brits,
geography,
movies,
nerd things,
nostalgia,
novels,
the upper classes,
travel,
weather
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
Sweet Tooth
Somehow-- perhaps with all the moving-- I had missed that Ian McEwan had a new novel. Luckily, Cronin mentioned it when I saw him at Vroman's and I did not delay in picking up the 70's spy 'thriller,' Sweet Tooth.
Now, I'm about half way through and I love it. Spies obsessed with writers, writers obsessed with spies, a dirty London and the seventies... this book has everything! The NYTimes called it "clever, but annoying,"(I've heard that before) so I'm wondering if maybe the annoying part kicks in somewhere after the first half. For me, it feels like a strange but satisfying window back into a version of living in the UK.
When Serena rides on a bus through Central London, from North to South, I recall reading Barbara Trapido's Brother of the More Famous Jack (a feel-better gift from Iona) perhaps because the two books oddly remind me of each other. Or at least their heroines.
And curling up to read Sweet Tooth in my poetry bedding-- the fluffy luxury I bought for Scotland, I recall being curled up in my castle room at Dean's Court watching The Cambridge Spies and reading le Carre novels. I can't bring myself to do too much else this holiday week besides replicate that level of comfort. (I mean, I have things to do. I'm dog sitting. I'm going to my aunt & grandmother's for Thanksgiving.)
I don't know that I'll feel by the end the way I feel about this book now, (I hear the feminist in me really won't!) but for now, I recommend it. And for now, its textured world is just what I need.
Labels:
books,
Brits,
daydreaming,
feelings,
London,
novels,
procrastinating
Thursday, October 25, 2012
War & Peace, the Electro Pop Opera?
One can always count on Ars Nova to bring to you some truly trippy shit. This latest thing of theirs I'm dying to see is Natasha, Pierre, and The Great Comet of 1812-- an electro pop opera from Dave Malloy based on War & Peace. And while I think their title is about the worst I've ever heard, I'm crazy about Tolstoy, I'm utterly devoted to pop operas about Russia (!!!) and would give almost anything to experience the lit nerd acid trip that this surely is.
I will give $5 to anyone who sees it and reports back to me. It's extended until November 17, so you have some time. The Times called improbably wonderful, but I want your word for it. Thank you.
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
Cup of Gold - Wisdom from The Steinbeck
"And don’t worry about losing. If it is right, it happens—The main thing is not to hurry. Nothing good gets away."
— John Steinbeck
Some California wisdom from a great California author
Labels:
art,
lovely locals,
my energy,
nerd things,
nostalgia,
novels,
standards,
wisdom,
writing
Friday, October 5, 2012
Vegas Road Trip Friday Links
Today I have the great honor of showing a Brit the wonderment that is Las Vegas. Even though we'll be there less than 24 hours, I'm excited to see my Tigerlily, my Emily and my Dad. I'm excited to begin steps (again) for getting my driver's license back. I'm excited to show people the Elvis Museum. Here are your links.
- My college prof/friend/mentor's new book comes out. Nice when the Times does a feature.
- Becoming a stylish writer
- Or! Just say whatever the hell you want. Then take it back. Works for this guy.
- This was good. I went to a University with the good sense to skip fraternities, but I get it.
- I wholeheartedly agree with this in the nerdiest way possible.
- Milo Greene at the Wythe Hotel
- Forget your past
Labels:
being cool,
Brits,
capers,
freedom,
geography,
maps,
mentors,
nostalgia,
novels,
old friends,
roadtrips,
the desert,
wanderlust
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
My Grandmother is Maggie Smith
While we only have a few days left to wait until the premiere of Downton Abbey's Season 3, I feel the urgent need to tell you something: My Grandmother is Maggie Smith. She's Maggie Smith in The Divine Secrets of the YaYa Sisterhood (A movie I'm still surprised Maggie Smith was in, but moving on...) because, obviously, my grandmother has a Southern accent.
She looks like her, (startlingly so, actually) she acts like her, and she's just as funny. I was fortunate enough to be able to spend some time with her in the hospital this week, and even though the Perry, Georgia Hospital is not my ideal scene setting for hanging with the GrandMary, it did allow for some of her most Maggie Smith-ness to flourish. She had quips and one-liners about the food, the annoying man who always came to do her breathing machine after she'd taken her ambien, who was common, her continued annoyance at people's incorrect use of grammar, and of course, how she missed the gossip of being amongst her friends.
I will admit that my relationship with my Grandmother has never been quite the same since my Grandfather died. We used to have a kind of deep understanding, some kind of unspoken fun wavelength we were both on at the intersection of historic homes, love of novels, and UNO. There's so much I'm desperate to make her understand about my life, the way she used to so effortlessly when I was a little girl. But instead, we meet at a new intersection: Queen Elizabeth. She wanted to know all about the Jubilee. Which reminded me all the more of Maggie. And I was happy to tell her all about it.
Even though I'll be missing my Grandmother, I'll be riding high from my time with her happy to have Maggie back on telly, reminding me of my fab family matriarch.
Labels:
being cool,
being domestic,
comedy,
family,
geography,
love,
mentors,
nostalgia,
novels,
origin
Tuesday, August 21, 2012
Life & Fiction - Close, But they Never Actually Touch
Ever since I first conceived the interweaving storylines for my novel, I've been intrigued by issues of writer's ethics, plagiarism, and how much credit do we owe our sources of inspiration. I tend to be of the opinion that everything is fiction and all experiences are fair game in some way and I think that the process of writing about our experiences changes us and those around us no matter what.
So let me just say that I'm more intrigued by The Words than I have been by any other film in a long, long time. It seems a little big-budget-y and I'm sure it will not live up to my expectations, but nonetheless, I am-- now more than perhaps any other time in my life-- super drawn to it. Don't worry, guys, I'm not so desperate as to think of plagiarizing... I just know what Brad Cooper is feeling in those low moments so dramatically underscored in these previews.
The Words comes out Sept 7. I may even see it in the theaters. That should tell you something.
Labels:
movies,
my energy,
nerd things,
novels,
old writing,
soul,
standards,
writing
Sunday, August 12, 2012
What Do We Think About Book Trailers?
You may have noticed that the ancient art form known as 'novels' has finally jumped on the bandwagon of the twenty-first century and decided to use youtube to help market their products. In general, I think it's hard to go wrong with having one for a book. But then again, I've seen a couple that actually made me less interested in the book. and how many views do they really even get?
So what to make of that. It's hard to believe that high profile books with major publishing house marketing clout behind them would allow a shoddy trailer to be made. And I know that my marketing (and OCD) background make me perhaps overly sensitive to things like font and editing.
But a case in point is the trailer for the book that was next on my list by the amazing Adam Haslett, Union Atlantic. I was so pumped. And after watching, I was pretty deflated. I mean, I'm a nerd, so I'm still probably going to read the book. But... you know what I mean?
And for me, the jury is still out on the trailer for my man Cronin's newest, The Twelve. (Get your preorders in NOW people!) I think it does some things right. But while those children are good for setting tone, knowing the series like I do, I just kept wondering, who the heck are these kids? At least they got the font right.
Anywhooo, check them out for yourself and let me know what you think. Included here is also one I find wonderful-- the trailer for my pal Jenny Smith's novel The Statistical Probability of Love at First Sight (being turned into a movie by Dustin Lance Black!!) That's a commercial for a book right there! Also there's two versions from the point of view of each of the main characters. Adorbs.
I'm going to use my impending subway ride to Washington Heights to contemplate what my book trailer will look like. Which isn't much of a stretch considering I'm about two secs away from turning the thing into a screenplay anyhow.
It's Sunday in New York City, ya'll. The best scenario in the world. Joy to yous.
Labels:
books,
good ideas,
nerd things,
nostalgia,
novels,
Rice
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Passage fans Rejoice! The Twelve has a release date
For over two long years now (I read the galleys of The Passage in January before it came out) I have eagerly awaited the sequel to my college writing mentor's hit book, the first in a triology. Despite my incessant efforts to charm, bribe and/or blackmail any advance material out of him, (I mean, as if all the babysitting of his precious children I did in my youth wasn't enough, not to mention the hilarious jokes I told during class, I was going to trade him some Season 2 of Downton Abbey before it came out in the US, so I think I had the goods.) I have yet to read this mysterious and certainly gripping, The Twelve.
Well, it turns our the wait is almost over! Sort of. At least we have a release date and that date is October 16, 2012! Dude, that's like another seven months. I can't wait that long. Luckily, there's a new excerpt coming out in this week's Entertainment Weekly with the hottie Jon Hamm on the cover, so check that out. Word on the street from the man himself is that the excerpt features my favorite character, Alicia. Boom.
And here's a plea to my pals working at Random House: Anyone who gets me the galleys of The Twelve will get Season 3 of Downton express from me to you a full year in advance of the US release date. It could be the start of a beautiful friendship. Just think about it. And check out The Twelve. There is possibly no living human who has had a bigger impact on my constant, repeated, occasionally ridiculous-seeming choice to persist in being a writer. Thank you, JCC/What the eff did you get me into?
Well, it turns our the wait is almost over! Sort of. At least we have a release date and that date is October 16, 2012! Dude, that's like another seven months. I can't wait that long. Luckily, there's a new excerpt coming out in this week's Entertainment Weekly with the hottie Jon Hamm on the cover, so check that out. Word on the street from the man himself is that the excerpt features my favorite character, Alicia. Boom.
Labels:
being a kid,
being cool,
Joy,
juice,
mentors,
novels,
precision,
Rice,
taste,
Texas,
the glowy people,
wisdom,
writing
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Happy Belated Birthday to my Blog!
Yesterday, I was so busy checking things off my to-do list for the move that I didn't even remember to celebrate the 2nd anniversary of my blog. Two great years and 767 entries later and I'm still committed to the mission. And that's the mission of staying present in the middle of striving for that life we all want. It's easy to lose perspective. It's easy to look at a situation in the most negative way possible. Unless you've got a mission everyday to travel through all the beautiful places and savor each little moment of creation.
In celebration, I think I'm going to find...or bake myself if necessary... some red velvet cake. Brits aren't really familiar with Red Velvet (they tend to think it's cherry-related. It's not. Think chocolate) and I think that is a travesty.
I'm also going to celebrate by giving you a small snippet of a super un-edited section of my novel. The section is about the very nature of savoring. And our rituals to keep that alive on a daily basis. Jeannie, my main character, is sort of a project of my worst imaginings. What I might have become if I'd stayed tired in NYC and lost sight of what it means to savor. Hope you enjoy! It's after the jump. And, as always, thanks for reading!
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being domestic,
Brits,
Buddhism,
dreamy things,
freedom,
geography,
Joy,
logic,
love,
negative capability,
novels,
precision,
standards,
wanderlust
Thursday, November 10, 2011
Spike Jonze - To Die By Your Side (at Shakespeare & Co)
As per usual, I get most of my cool quirky art recs from the dear Corinne. She posted this even before I could see it on Nowness. (Side note - I have Nowness envy. I wish I could be Nowness. Do you know it? Check it out for sure.)
Jonze teamed up with designer Olympia Le-Tan for this "tragicomic stop-motion" romp through Paris's amazing Shakespeare & Company. It's definitely one of my favorite settings. Recently, I've been writing a party thrown by Sylvia Beach at her store. It starts as a joyous fete the kind notorious for Paris in the 20s. But it melts down into something very very scary. And even though the current incarnation of the bookstore/commune at 37 rue de la Buchere is more the invention of George Whitman than Sylvia Beach's rue de l'Odeon literary epicenter of the 20s, it's still a nice launching pad to imagine that world with Beach presiding over her court.
She was pretty sparky. The store on rue de l'Odeon closed in 1940 during Nazi occupation of France. Rumor has it the store was shut down during because she denied a German officer the last copy of Finnegan's Wake. (The fictitious version of which plays a huge part in my novel.) Even though Ernest Hemingway personally "liberated" the place, the store never reopened. Well, until George Whitman came along in the 1950s. Which is its own separate, wacky-awesome story.
If you're a book nerd, you're sure to love this cheeky frolic across book covers and into their pages. I know I did!
For more interviews with creator Olympia Le-Tan, check out Nowness's fb page.
Monday, October 24, 2011
My Next Read- The Stranger's Child
It's nice having permission to slow down, not hurry and let myself move into the rooms where I'm going to write. Just be in those spaces. And give myself as much raw material for texture as I need. I'm excited about the reading list he gave me. I'm still constantly surprised at how little overlap there is in contemporary American fiction and contemporary British fiction. How little American stuff makes it over here and how little British stuff I hear about in the States.
I mean, the first one up on that list JUST came out in the States less than two weeks ago: Alan Hollinghurst's The Stranger's Child. It's oddly parallel to a lot of the central questions and relationships I've got going on in my novel. It even roughly runs the same timeline. Not only that, but NY Mag compares it to The Corrections, so you know I'm going to dig a British post-World-War-One, children of artists "Henry James without the obfuscation" version of a Franzen novel. I can hardly wait to delve into it on the train ride home tonight. For more, click here for Guardian Review and more about the Booker Prize this year.
Labels:
Brits,
good ideas,
logic,
novels,
St. Andrews,
the upper classes,
wisdom,
writing
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
My Four Favorite October Things (as of the 4th)
Another apocalyptic day in Edinburgh discouraging my errands. At least I'm home with these four favorite things of October-- up to the fourth. I've actually been looking forward to these for quite some time now. Here goes:
1. New Indigo Girls album, Beauty Queen Sister.
The Girls will always and always remind me of the most formative summer of my life. Of the amazing Kate Floyd and Blair Stone. That summer continues and continues to haunt me, follow me (literally) and asks me to contemplate the nature of the world. The roots are buried very deep in me, just like the sound of the girls voices. And I feel simultaneously seventeen and twenty-nine and every age in between when I was listening to one of their albums. Do you guys have music like that? That grows and goes with you throughout your life?
Listen to "Yoke" "Birthday."
2. New Jeffrey Eugenides novel, The Marriage Plot
I'm one of those people who deliberately put off the ending of my favorite authors' novels because I know it will be another ten years or so until I get another one. I love both The Virgin Suicides and Middlesex. And you know I'm ready for Oct 11 so I can = go start the new one-- set in the Ivy League and with a character (rumor has it) hugely inspired by my dear David Foster Wallace.
3. The Concerns of Mindy Kaling
A new blog to go with her new book, Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? (And Other Concerns). Oh Mindy, been there. Sadly, the book isn't out until November 1st. But we have this website to tide us over. Just awesomeness. Basically, I could ALWAYS use more laughter in my life. (Couldn't we all!)
4. NPR gives away 20 songs from World Cafe
Let's just say I downloaded all of them and I'm culling through them as we speak.
Hope October is awesome! Also, a big Happy Birthday to my favorite witty Irishman and writer extraordinaire, Brian Kearney. You don't like technology, so I doubt you'll read this, but let's have a pint to celebrate. Here's a bonus from another great writer, since I'm feeling generous. A note from fellow insomniac, AL Kennedy.
1. New Indigo Girls album, Beauty Queen Sister.
The Girls will always and always remind me of the most formative summer of my life. Of the amazing Kate Floyd and Blair Stone. That summer continues and continues to haunt me, follow me (literally) and asks me to contemplate the nature of the world. The roots are buried very deep in me, just like the sound of the girls voices. And I feel simultaneously seventeen and twenty-nine and every age in between when I was listening to one of their albums. Do you guys have music like that? That grows and goes with you throughout your life?
Listen to "Yoke" "Birthday."
2. New Jeffrey Eugenides novel, The Marriage Plot
I'm one of those people who deliberately put off the ending of my favorite authors' novels because I know it will be another ten years or so until I get another one. I love both The Virgin Suicides and Middlesex. And you know I'm ready for Oct 11 so I can = go start the new one-- set in the Ivy League and with a character (rumor has it) hugely inspired by my dear David Foster Wallace.
3. The Concerns of Mindy Kaling
A new blog to go with her new book, Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? (And Other Concerns). Oh Mindy, been there. Sadly, the book isn't out until November 1st. But we have this website to tide us over. Just awesomeness. Basically, I could ALWAYS use more laughter in my life. (Couldn't we all!)
4. NPR gives away 20 songs from World Cafe
Let's just say I downloaded all of them and I'm culling through them as we speak.
Hope October is awesome! Also, a big Happy Birthday to my favorite witty Irishman and writer extraordinaire, Brian Kearney. You don't like technology, so I doubt you'll read this, but let's have a pint to celebrate. Here's a bonus from another great writer, since I'm feeling generous. A note from fellow insomniac, AL Kennedy.
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Joy,
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music,
nostalgia,
novels,
old friends,
orbits,
standards,
the glowy people,
weather
Tuesday, September 27, 2011
You should really read The Submission
So... after listening to the NPR story about Amy Waldman's debut novel, The Submission, being the first legit amazing piece of literature about 9/11, I sent a sample to my kindle. It didn't even take me until the end of the three chapters they provided me to go and buy the whole thing. I then proceeded to plow through almost all of it on my horrific 28 hour long trip back to Scotland and now, I simply do not want it to end.
You guys should seriously just all read this book. Even more encouraging because it's a debut novel. Though-- Amy was a bureau chief at the NYTimes for a long time, so it's not like she just fell of the turnip truck and decided to write a book.
I say it's about 9/11-- and it is and it isn't. It centers around those involved with the anonymous architectural selection of the design for the World Trade Center Memorial site. The jury is divided, but finally they agree on the more hopeful of the two remaining finalists, The Garden (This is as opposed to the other choice, The Void. I mean, I'd pick the Garden too.) Then the jury president calls to reveal the name of the architect and it's a super fun Mohammad Khan. I'm sure you can imagine the kind of political bullshit that ensues.
And while it's a very honest, astute, and brutal rendering of the kind of behavior that came out in Americans after 9/11, Waldman's work still has me empathizing with all of the sides. Even if some of them are just really wrong, I see the humanity and legitimate concern in each of their stances.
I read a lot, but only every now and then do I really push stuff at people. (Remember Freedom & The Passage & The Imperfectionists last year? Last year was a big year.) Well this is the one for this year. (Okay, also A Visit From the Goon Squad, but technically that was last year too.) Read it.
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Margaret Mitchell: American Rebel
Annoyingly, the site won't let me embed these videos, except the one "newsreel"y one below. But (aside from some not-very-well-written voice-over copy on them) they're pretty good and worth watching. Especially this one.
Oh, girl. Ever since I was about ten years old, I've just felt like I understood her. In fact, for several long tracts of my adolescent years, I was thought I might be the reincarnation of the GWTW author. (I was very precocious. Obviously.) "Very volatile. Emotionally and psychologically." Ha.
If you're like me and must feed your obsession (McCleskey. Dena.) you can check out the press kit too.
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Friday, June 3, 2011
If I saw Naipaul in a dark alley
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| Naipaul is crying- what a pansy-ass! |
Over the course of this year, they funneled us a lot of "special opportunities for women writers" kinds of fliers and whatnot. I feel sort of pulled about separating out women writers from writers. Which seems to be in the air all this year and last. From the Franzenfreude era to the truly barf-worthy news yesterday of colossal jackass VS Naipaul, who finds no woman writer in all of literature to equal him.
I don't really care if he has a Nobel. He better hope he never runs into me on the street if he wants to keep his teeth. Because, given the chance, I'd knock them down his throat with my tiny, determined, "sentimental," "feminine tosh" fist! My "narrow view of the world" would be so narrow that all I could see was his face and me, hitting it.
Okay, rage over. Because, at the end of the day, I can't help but think how actually BORING his comments are. The difference between Naipaul's asshole comments and, say, Franzen's, is that Franzen's comments about men and women are rooted in concern over the lack of male readership in serious fiction. While Naipaul seems so certain no women can match him as writers, women are still who read all the good fiction. While Franzen's comments were interpreted as the same message, actually, they were more the opposite (though I can see how they were received that way:
"So much of reading is sustained in this country, I think, by the fact that women read while men are off golfing or watching football on TV or playing with their flight simulator or whatever. I worry — I'm sorry that it's, uh — I had some hope of actually reaching a male audience and I've heard more than one reader in signing lines now at bookstores say 'If I hadn't heard you, I would have been put off by the fact that it is an Oprah pick. I figure those books are for women. I would never touch it.' Those are male readers speaking. I see this as my book, my creation." (NPR's Fresh Air)
And furthermore, why does everything have to be judged in terms of less than, greater than, or equal to? The whole point of different voices and different people is that there is a multitude of things out there most of which are neither greater than or less than. And what qualifiers are we using to judge these things? Critical success, (most critics being men)? That unsentimental litmus test of money?? Because if we're going by that, then I'm sorry, Mr. Naipaul, but JK Rowling is not only not your match, but she is truly, definitely kicking the shit out of you. She's actually knocked your teeth out, in a way that I can only dream about for the moment.
I think it bears repeating because I still completely agree with Jennifer Weiner and Jane Smiley on the issue:
"It's just interesting to sort of stack them up against a Lorrie Moore or against a Mona Simpson — who write books about families that are seen as excellent books about families," Weiner says. "And then to look at a Jonathan Franzen who writes a book about a family but we are told this is a book about America."Jane Smiley:
"There's an aspect of fiction that is being written by women that is really smart, really daring, in terms of the subject matter that it takes on — and really popular. And I think it's being overlooked because it's so, so straightforward and because the payoff is emotional rather than intellectual."
On a more positive note, I think one of those emails we got from the English Department about opportunities for women writers is great. Linen Press is an all women small publisher. Good for you, Lynn Mitchell.
Now, I'm off to write some more sentimental, narrow-minded fiction. And you just try to stop me, Naipaul. I may be small (and a chick!) but as anyone who's ever seen me angry can attest, I'm not someone to cross.
Oh, and, like, Happy Friday! I gotta go get ready for a garden party.
Friday, May 20, 2011
My Next Read- The Sea Detective
I know what my next read will be. Especially since classes are over, I am now back in charge of my own reading list. I haven't actually met Mark Douglas-Home, but he's a friend of a friend, and his wife is just lovely!
So I'm picking up The Sea Detective (and you probably should too). Scotland, plus academia, plus macabre? Sign me up!
The book comes from a small publishing house called Sandstone Press. I'm kind of pumped about this Highlands-based house for having books in Gaelic, as well for having many of their titles available on the Kindle.
The book and it's author a recommendation from birthday girl, Zeph! Happy b-day, lady!
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