Iowa Dispatches, Part 2

I heard from my friends in Iowa about the latest in the search for the Iowa Writers' Workshop Director

On Feb. 24, Lan Samantha Chang was in Iowa for her "audition" for the Director position. During the mock-workshop portion of the presentation, Chang showed off her analytical skills rather than her personality, as previous finalist Richard Bausch had. There was a lot more in depth discussion about the stories that were critiqued, and Chang was adept at giving feedback and facilitating discussion. She talked about Frank Conroy, the current director, who is battling cancer right now, taking inspiration from his high standards for writing and teaching. She also quoted Marilynne Robinson, perhaps in homage to her own Iowa education, saying, "you have to have 3, if not 4, if not 5, reasons for putting something into a story." Chang even discussed the aesthetics of words on a page. She talked about utilizing the power of the "white space" between sections, saying that the connection between two sections should, and can be poetic. She said at one point, "I'm a sucker for beauty." If the workshop faltered at all it was in the discussion of a novel excerpt when Chang delved into more theoretical ideas that might be hard to put into practice. She read from her first collection of stories for the reading - again, perhaps giving a nod to her student days at the Workshop. It didn't seem like anyone was blown away by her reading. Her work is quite sad and subtle, perhaps not the stuff of public performance. Chang's craft talk was on novel structure - her first was recently published - which received mixed, but generally good reviews.

Jim Shepard visited Iowa today, so hopefully we'll get a report on him soon

Previously: Richard Bausch

UPDATE: Chang gets the job.

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Rick Atkinson and Battle Memoirs

Rick Atkinson, sometime reporter for the Washington Post and author of several books, most recently An Army at Dawn and In the Company of Soldiers, stopped by school today and gave a brief talk to a gathering of students and faculty. Atkinson describes himself as a narrative non-fiction writer and "recovering journalist," and he divided his writing into three categories: journalism, instant history and true history - or history's first, second and third drafts. He also said that great events like World War II are "bottomless" and thus can have no final draft. Atkinson called journalists "paid eyewitnesses."

During the talk, he listed a series of books that are examples of first-hand accounts of war, several of which he encountered researching An Army at Dawn, which is about the Allied liberation of North Africa. Atkinson's list fits into that second category, instant history in the form of the battle memoir:

• The Battle is the Pay-Off by Ralph Ingersoll - WWII, North Africa
• Road to Tunis by David Rame - WWII, North Africa
• Brave Men by Ernie Pyle - WWII, Europe
• Slightly Out of Focus by Robert Capa (the famous war photographer) - WWII, North Africa and Europe
• The Road Back to Paris by A.J. Liebling (writing for the New Yorker) WWII, Europe
• The End in Africa by Alan Moorhead - WWII, North Africa
• Martyr's Day: Chronicle of a Small War by Michael Kelly (who died in a humvee accident in Iraq in 2003) - Persian Gulf War

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Staying Sane: A Year in Reading by Emre Peker (Part 9)

I was in search of something light after Libra and turned to Henry Miller's Under the Roofs of Paris. Miller wrote this piece for spare money after his return from Paris by submitting 5-10 pages at a time. He got paid $1 for each page and submitted them to a Mr. xxxx who ran a bookstore in LA. One day he dropped off 10 pages and let Mr. xxxx know that this was it, the novel was complete. The catch is that Mr. xxxx also carried nude pictures and pornographic literature at the back of his store. I don't know if you already guessed but Miller was writing for the illicit part of the store, hence Under The Roofs of Paris is pure pornography, and well, it is sick. I enjoyed the book immensely, mostly because it left me gaping at the obscenity Miller put into words: incest relationships, black masses at the French countryside, tricking prudent American women into orgies, and teenager whores are just the beginning in this 126 page book. There is a very loose plot that revolves around sex and I would suggest that you do not approach Under The Roofs of Paris unless you are already perverted or have a desire to be.

To snap out of the ludicrous state of mind Miller put me in, I turned to Alvaro Mutis' The Adventures and Misadventures of Maqroll, which I had been meaning to read for a second time since November '03. [Emre's piece on Maqroll previously appeared here.]

After Maqroll I could not bring myself to start a new novel and turned to Jorge Luis Borges' Collected Fictions. I had kept my brother John Leahy's present at my bedside table for most of the year but the period immediately after Maqroll is when I turned my full attention to Borges' labyrinths and tried to decipher them. I must admit that I feel very illiterate while reading Borges and have quite a difficult time connecting certain dots in his stories, mostly because of all the literary references that I cannot catch. Still, I enjoy Borges' stories a lot and value his old-school language, use of fairy/folk tale language, and matter-of-fact style. He drops gems such as "One man's dream is part of all men's memory" in each story, which I believe Maqroll would value greatly and inscribe on the walls of the restroom corridor at The Snow of the Admiral. Collected Fictions is best read in a coffee shop, Lucy's, or in bed, accompanied by black coffee, vodka, or water.

Previously: Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8

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Crime Fiction Revivalists

Millions contributor Rodger Jacobs sent me a note about Hard Case Crime, an imprint that resurrects the pulp fiction format for "the best in hardboiled crime fiction, ranging from lost noir masterpieces to new novels by today's most powerful writers, featuring stunning original cover art in the grand pulp style." Among those powerful writers is Stephen King whose previously unpublished book Colorado Kid will join new titles by Ed McBain and Donald E. Westlake in headlining their 2005-06 lineup. Here's Hard Case's writeup on the new King book and here's a sample chapter.

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Ask a Book Question: The 35th in a Series (Oprah's Classics)

Joan writes in with this question:

I loved the regular Oprah Book Club and her Classics selections have made wonderful new or re-reading. The last Oprah Classic I know of is Anna Karenina, last summer. Can you tell me if there have been more recent Oprah Classics? Thanks so much.

Much as I am tempted, I'll spare my readership another discussion on the pros and cons of Oprah's Book Club. (The short answer is that I think it's good. You can read why here.) Oprah relaunched her famed book club in the summer of 2003 with John Steinbeck's East of Eden and since then has recommended six books to her viewers. Oprah selected Alan Paton's somewhat forgotten novel about South Africa, Cry, the Beloved Country in September 2003. She opened 2004 by recommending Gabriel Garcia Marquez's masterpiece of magical realism, One Hundred Years of Solitude followed by The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers in April 2004. In June of 2004 Oprah recommended Leo Tolstoy's Anna Karenina. I remember being struck by Oprah's bookselling power when I saw dozens of copies of Anna Karenina for sale at New Jersey Turnpike rest stops that summer next to John Grisham and Sue Grafton novels. Oprah has made only one pick since then: Pearl S. Buck's epic about China, The Good Earth. She hasn't made a selection in a while so you may want to look out for a new Oprah pick soon. You can bookmark this page to keep track of all her selections. Thanks for the question!

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Jonathan Lethem gets Autobiographical

When Jonathan Lethem's The Fortress of Solitude came out, there was much discussion of how the novel paralelled Lethem's own upbringing in pre-gentrified Brooklyn. Now we're getting the real Lethem story for those who want to compare and contrast. It arrives in the form of a book of essays, The Disappointment Artist, which comes out in two weeks. An excerpt, which depicts a young Lethem immersed in obsessions with books, movies and music while trying to come to turns with his mother's death appeared in last week's New Yorker (but it's not available online). I'm beginning to wonder if this exercise in autobiography (with the New Yorker as the stage) has become a rite of initiation for American novelists who have made the big time. Most prominent among them is Jonathan Franzen, who has had a number of meandering autobiographical essays in the magazine over the last few years. I wonder what drives the phenomenon. Do people really want to know about their lives or are these novelists just good at telling a story?

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From the Book Pages, Briefly

• A nice rememberance of Hunter S. Thompson by his friend Paul Theroux in The Guardian.
• William T. Vollmann's substantial look at Pol Pot: Anatomy of a Nightmare by Phillip Short in the NY Times.
• Deborah Solomon sits down for a long chat with Jonathan Safran Foer which reveals this: "he received a $500,000 advance for his first novel and a $1 million advance for his second, meaning that he is probably the highest-earning literary novelist under 30."

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Upcoming Books: Elizabeth Crane, Achmat Dangor, Alicia Erian, Marc Estrin

Here are some more books coming our way

Back when I worked at the bookstore, Elizabeth Crane's When the Messenger is Hot was one of the books my coworkers liked to evangelize about. Read "The Daves" and you'll see why. Crane has a new collection of stories coming out in a couple of weeks called All This Heavenly Glory. Here's one of the stories from the new collection, an amusing take on the personal ad which becomes much more impressive when you realize that the whole long piece is one sentence (unless you think using semi-colons is cheating). Three other reasons to like Elizabeth Crane: She lives in Chicago, the city I currently call home. She was interviewed in Tap: Chicago's Bar Journal. She has a charming, unassuming blog called - for reasons I cannot discern - standby_bert.

You may recognize the name Achmat Dangor because his novel of apartheid and its aftermath, Bitter Fruit, was shortlisted for a Booker Prize in 2004. Although the South African novelist missed out on any Booker boost his novel might have received here in the States, the book, which hits shelves soon, will likely garner some prominent reviews. In the meantime, here's an interesting piece by Dangor about South African literature from the Guardian, and here's a brief excerpt from Bitter Fruit.

Alicia Erian's debut collection of stories from 2001, The Brutal Language of Love was described as "seductive, erotic, smart and tartly humorous" by Publishers Weekly. Now Erian is returning with her first novel, Towelhead, a contemporary coming-of-age story about a half-Lebanese girl who moves to Texas to live with her strict father. The novel's title comes from the epithet she hears from other residents of her less than enlightened suburb near Houston. A long - and very compelling - excerpt of the book is available here. And for a different taste of Erian's writing, try this story from 2000 in the Barcelona Review.

In 2002's Insect Dreams: The Half Life of Gregor Samsa, Marc Estrin conjured up a second life for Kafka's transmogrified protagonist. In his new novel, The Education of Arnold Hitler, Estrin wonders: what's in a name? Saddled with an unfortunate surname, Arnold is at the mercy of preconceived notions and receives the attention of many unsavory characters. A brief excerpt is available here. Estrin also has a blog that is in its infancy.

Look for more upcoming books in this space over the next few days.

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Upcoming Books: Daniel Alarcon, Shalom Auslander, Tash Aw, Frederic Beigbeder

There's some interesting fiction hitting stores in the next few weeks. Here are some to look for.

You may remember Daniel Alarcon's story "City of Clowns" from the summer 2003 debut fiction issue of the New Yorker (it also appeared in The Best American Nonrequired Reading 2004. Now the story, about a newspaperman in Lima, will anchor a debut collection called War by Candlelight. According to HarperCollins the collection "takes the reader from Third World urban centers to the fault lines that divide nations and people." If you want to sample more of Alarcon's writing try "The Anodyne Dreams of Various Imbeciles," originally published in The Konundrum Engine Literary Review or you can enjoy this musing about the Mall of America at AlterNet.

Another debut collection coming in April is Shalom Auslander's Beware of God. In a recent review at small spiral notebook, Katie Weekly compares Auslander's writing to that of Philip Roth and Woody Allen, but goes on to say: "Unlike the angst-ridden, often cynical work of Roth or Allen, Auslander's stories are more observational, sometimes magical and always humorous." (err... don't know if I'd describe Woody Allen as angst-ridden, but anyway...) If that sounds like something you'd be into, I highly recommend you listen to Act 3 of this recent episode of "This American Life," in which Auslander reads his story "The Blessing Bee." If you like that you can read another story from the collection, "The War of the Bernsteins," here.

The Harmony Silk Factory, the debut novel by 25-year-old Malaysian author Tash Aw has been compared to The English Patient in the British press. The book takes place in Malaysia in the first part of the 20th century, and centers around the textile factory that gives its name to the novel. The book is already creating a generous amount of buzz on both sides of the Atlantic including being chosen as one of Barnes & Noble's Discover Great New Writers selections for 2005.

As this recent article in USA Today discussed, Jonathan Safran Foer's Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close isn't the only novel to deal with 9/11 that's coming out this spring. French author Frederic Beigbeder's Windows on the World takes place in the final hours of the restaurant of the same name. The book is actually two years old and was very successful when it first came out in France, debuting at number two on the French bestseller list. The early reviews are good, with Publishers Weekly describing the book as "on all levels, a stunning read." Still, the subject matter may be too wrenching for American readers. Beigbeder acknowledges in the Author's Note that he altered the English version of the book slightly because he was concerned that the book was "more likely to wound" than he intended

Stay tuned. I'll be posting about more forthcoming books soon.

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I am Prep

While CAAF and others have spent much of the new year discussing and praising Curtis Sittenfeld's novel Prep, I have followed along, blissfully unaware that I could, apparently, be a character in the book. Today, I read this article in the Washington Post, which clued me into Sittenfeld's tenure as an English teacher at St. Albans where I attended high school, and which she used as inspiration for the novel:

"It was almost like cheating," she says of living at St. Albans. "I'd been writing this book about this kind of place and the kinds of people you might find there, and then there I was, sort of back in it, overhearing pieces of dialogue or something... If I got to a place where I needed to describe some food in the dining hall, well, I'd just go downstairs to the dining hall and have dinner."

Although I wasn't a boarder there - most of us weren't - I can imagine that the school would be good material for this sort of book. There's lots of dark wood, stone edifices, and groves of old trees on the grounds the school shares with the National Cathedral. At the same time, the school, while something of an island, does sit in the city and is a part of the city in a way that the New England boarding schools are not, and this gives St. Albans a different feel.

Sittenfeld started out as the Writer in Residence at St. Albans and continues to teach there part time. My alma mater, when mentioned in the Post tends to be labeled "exclusive," and while this is undoubtedly true I always thought it was pretty cool that we had a writer in residence program. The most notable writer in residence when I was there in the mid '90s was Matthew Klam. St. Albans alums of a certain age still fondly remember the day that Klam shocked the faculty and riled up the students - it's an all boy school, by the way - at our weekly assembly with his reading of the title story from his collection, Sam the Cat, a graphic tale about a drunk guy who falls for a girl who turns out not to be a girl. Considering that we were an auditorium full of sheltered and not very worldly young men, it sort of blew our minds.

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Calvin and Hobbes: the Motherlode

If you love Calvin and Hobbes - and I know you do - this treasure trove of Calvin and Hobbes classics (yes, that's all of them) will seem like manna from heaven. If you feel bad that some Internet cowboy has posted all of Bill Waterson's creations online, then you can assuage your guilt by preordering The Complete Calvin and Hobbes, arriving just in time for holidays 2005 and brought to you by Andrews-McNeel, whose The Complete Far Side was the big ticket book gift of holidays 2003.

via waxy.

Related: Calvin and Hobbes returns, but not the way we wish it would.

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Staying Sane: A Year in Reading by Emre Peker (Part 8)

As would befall a good William Boyd protagonist, I fell ill and had to get penicillin shots during my vacation in Turkey. My only consolidation as I lay there was reading Boyd's A Good Man in Africa, the story of an aspiring diplomat, Morgan Leafy. Morgan is stuck in Kinjanja, a British colony in Africa in the aftermath of World War II, and gets involved in plots to rig the fast approaching elections, hence finding his way out of Africa and to a better, higher, position somewhere more civilized. Torn between his boss, mistress, love affair, local tribe leader, and adversaries among the British population, Morgan struggles to make ends meet but the rising demands of the British government and the impending visit of a duchess further complicates his plans. A Good Man in Africa presents an amazing build up of circumstances and characters for uproarious laughter. Towards the end of the novel I was laughing uncontrollably as Morgan dug himself deeper in a hole. Misfortune and reflection of absolute British arrogance has never been as funny as it is in Boyd's A Good Man in Africa.

Upon my return to the United States and catching up on my Millions reading, I decided to pick up Don DeLillo's Libra per the venerable J.P. Hasting's suggestion. Previously, I had only read White Noise by DeLillo, which did not really impress me that much and furthermore left a bad taste for DeLillo in my mind. I am, however, very glad to have read Libra, which, along very similar lines to Oliver Stone's JFK, presents a conspiracy theory explaining the President's assassination. I have a tendency to get carried away and believe in the pieces I read, and Libra took my fascination with JFK's assassination to a new level. The context that DeLillo creates, post-Bay of Pigs and Cuban missile crises, and the characters that he presents, all unique with their grudges, distrust, hate of communism, and patriotic frenzy, make for a marvelous "fictional" read and an excellent conspiracy that I, personally, find extremely convincing. I strongly recommend reading Libra and watching Stone's JFK back to back.

Previously: Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. 7

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Hunter S. Thompson

Just found out that Hunter S. Thompson killed himself. It's unbelievable. I suppose he's one of those guys who didn't want to die of old age. Maybe we'll find out more...

HST has been appropriated by many. He came to represent a lot of things, especially an over-the-top counter-cultural wackiness, that he may or may not have signed up for. It also seems like his work is dismissed by as many as those who embrace it. To my mind, his books, especially those penned from the mid 1960s to the early 1970s, included long stretches of blinding brilliance. Unfortunately, there is a lot of bad HST writing on bookshelves too, but his public demanded it, I suppose. My favorite HST book is Fear and Loathing On the Campaign Trail '72 which is about the race that led up to Nixon's reelection. If you have even the slightest interest in politics, this is an essential book. In it the ever-distractable HST follows the many tangents that encompass the insanity of the American political process. In one particularly surreal scene, Thompson shares a long limo ride with Nixon. The election is not the only - nor even the central - drama of the book, which originally appeared almost in its entirety in Rolling Stone. The subplot that occasionally becomes the plot of the book, is whether or not HST will be able to finish the book and to face the inevitability of Nixon's reelection. In the end he does not, and the reader is left frustrated, wanting this man - who seems to have an answer for everything - to stick it out until election day, but he can't. I think, though, that that was Thompson's way. It's infuriating in that instance, as well as in today's, but in exchange we got brilliance from a man who wrote with such fury that he burnt himself right out.

See also: the AP obit. The first of many to come.

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Book News via RSS

If you read a lot of blogs, you've either discovered RSS by now, or you are spending a lot of time visiting your favorite sites each day. If you don't know what RSS is, this site explains it pretty well. Basically, you can subscribe to the blogs that you like, and when the owner of a blog puts up a new post, it shows up in your "feed reader." No more checking and rechecking all your favorite blogs to see if anything new has been posted.

The really cool thing is that lots of newspaper sites have begun to jump on the RSS bandwagon in recent months, and now you can subscribe to their news feeds, most of which are divided into categories - world news, sports, etc. Why do we care about this at The Millions? Well, a handful of newspapers now have special feeds for their book sections, making it much easier to stay on top of all the reviews and book industry gossip. All the links listed below are to book news feeds. If you are already set up with a feed reader, go ahead and subscribe. If you aren't set up yet, I recommend using Bloglines or My Yahoo. Here are the feeds I've found so far:

• New York Times > Books
• washingtonpost.com - Book World
• washingtonpost.com - Jonathan Yardley - The Post gave Yardley his own feed, which I think is pretty cool.
• Guardian Unlimited Books
• Christian Science Monitor | Books
• London Review of Books
• Powell's Books: Overview - You may have seen Powell's Review-a-Day where each day they post a book review from places like Salon.com, New Republic, and the CS Monitor
• Seattle Post-Intelligencer: Books
• Telegraph Arts | Books
• baltimoresun.com | books & mags
• NPR Topics: Books
• Arts and Letters Daily - ideas, criticism, debate - not strictly book news, but a consistent, daily collection of links to thought-provoking articles many of which happen to be book reviews (not included in the Book News via RSS feature to the right)
• added 2/16/06: USATODAY.com Books

There are quite a few publications that don't yet have book news feeds, but hopefully they will add them soon. If you spot any new book news feeds or know of any that I missed, leave a comment or send an email, and I'll add them to this post, which as time goes on will become a compendium of all the book news feeds out there. Finally, if you don't want to bother with setting up your own feed reader but still want to keep up on all the book news, you can go here.

Update:I found some tools to aggregate the book news feeds, and now the latest book news shows up in the column to the right. Enjoy!

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Diddy fails to deliver

Perhaps you've heard the recent news that Random House is suing to recover a $300,000 advance from P. Diddy for an autobiography he failed to deliver back in 1999. In the Guardian, Blake Morrison argues that Random House's litigousness represents a departure from gentlmanly publishing practices of the past. It is most certainly the only article that I've ever come across that manages to find what P. Diddy and Marcel Proust have in common.

Of course, P Diddy is not a poet starving in a garret. In fact, thanks to his business interests, which range from ownership of Bad Boy Entertainment to the Sean John clothing line, he could probably afford to buy every garret in Manhattan - and still have something left over. Moreover, Random House could put that £160,000 to good uses - to encourage a first-time novelist, for instance.

Still, a worrying precedent is being set here. What will the world of literature come to if every late-delivering author is held to account? Authors have been slow to deliver ever since Moses came down from Mount Sinai with his tablets of stone (40 days and nights late, according to his editor). In the 19th century, those who failed to produce their promised magnum opus ranged from Coleridge and de Quincey (both of whom suffered an opium habit) to Casaubon in George Eliot's novel Middlemarch, with his grandiose plans to write a scholarly Key to All Mythologies.

In the 20th century, it was Proust who set the appropriate tortoise pace.

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A Review of Brotherly Love by Pete Dexter

I bought Brotherly Love, a discounted, yet signed, copy from the remaindered section of the bookstore where I used to work. At the time I was enamored by Pete Dexter, whose books Train and Paris Trout I had recently read. Both of those books are spare and menacing, at times brutally violent, but done in a masterful way. Brotherly Love is like those books, but to call the book spare is an understatement. Dexter takes his time - most of the book, really - fleshing out the main characters, cousins Peter and Michael Flood from a Philadelphia gangster family. As the plot slowly develops - or comes to a boil, one might say - it becomes clear that Peter wants out. But of course, Michael and his band of hoods keep dragging him back in. In Brotherly Love, Dexter doesn't quite plumb the emotional depths of his characters as he does so effectively in Paris Trout and Train, and the reader is left with a book that feels empty and characters that feel doomed from page one.

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Flotsam and Jetsam

Check out some of the good stuff floating around:

• A bookstore on a boat at The CS Monitor
• Similarties between David Mitchell's Number9Dream and Cloud Atlas at Conversational Reading.
• Tingle Alley discovers that Zadie Smith's hubby Nick Laird may be getting preferential treatment in the book pages.
• Aelfred of Dunwoody Recalls a Viking Incursion at Wal-Mart, 848 AD. You can't really beat this.

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Staying Sane: A Year in Reading by Emre Peker (Part 7)

Next, I turned to my second William Boyd novel Stars and Bars. This modern day comedy is the story of Henderson Dores, an English specialist on Impressionism who moves from London to New York in an effort to switch from academia to the lucrative business of art auctioning and to re-establish his relationship with an ex-girlfriend, who recently divorced her husband and has a teenager daughter. In Stars and Bars, Boyd exploits the differences between the English and American cultures to relate the South through the shocked eyes of Henderson. The protagonist faces a lot of challenges and his efforts to conform his lifestyle to certain English ideas do not necessarily pay-off in the good ol' U.S. of A. Henderson defines unlucky in his exploits and his misfortunes make for a grand laugh. Need I mention that Stars and Bars is also an amazing page turner?

I wanted to go on reading Boyd, but decided to take a rather unfortunate break and read Vladimir Nabokov's Look at the Harlequins!. This is the first novel I read by Nabokov, and I realized what a bad choice it was halfway into it, but finished it nevertheless. Look at the Harlequins is an autobiographical piece and has a ton of references to other works by Nabokov, none of which I understood. So, if you’re not well versed in Nabokov, do not look at the harlequins.

To cheer up after my terrible defeat to Nabokov, I picked up Joseph Heller’s Catch As Catch Can, a collection of his pre and post Catch-22 short stories, some published in magazines, others not. I really enjoyed the collection and left the book with my dad when I was visiting Turkey over the summer (he lobbied for 6 tireless years for me to read Catch-22, the day he bought me the book and saw me start reading it must have been one of his happier days. Actually he was so inspired by Major Major Major Major, that he wanted to name me judge in Turkish, thinking that it would prevent future jeopardy when I began drunk driving. E.g. when the cop pulls me over I tell him I am "Judge Peker," and he would be intimidated into letting me go.) Regardless, Catch As Catch Can reveals an interesting and rather dark side of Heller before he wrote Catch-22. His subjects are all very interesting people. Among them are: old men, poor working class Brooklyners, junkies, and seamen, all in the wonderful city of New York. Catch As Catch Can also includes some stories that tell of Yossarian and Milo in their later days, which are written in the same manner and tone of Catch-22 and maintain the same level of hilarity. As in Milo sells non-existent fighter jet to the U.S. Air force to fight communists. Yes, it is great. My dad approved of the follow up Yossarian and Milo stories too.
Previously: Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6

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Iowa Dispatches, Part 1

The search for the person who will fill what is perhaps academia's most prestigious creative writing job, director of the Iowa Writers' Workshop, is in its final stages. Four finalists have been announced, Richard Bausch, Lan Samantha Chang, Ben Marcus and Jim Shepard. Each will have an audition of sorts, which includes a reading, a mock workshop, and a talk on craft. Some friends in Iowa have been filling me in on this last part of the selection process, which got underway with Bausch's visit to campus on February 10.

I'm told that the process, itself, is somewhat odd, since it's more of a performance than a way to discern teaching ability. During the mock-workshop, Bausch zipped through three stories in and hour and a half, faster than the typical workshop pace, and he digressed from the stories at hand to tell some stories of his own. He quoted some of his favorite works and seemed genuinely passionate about books and the writing life. He said he teaches patience, not writing, and said there are two rules to fiction: you have to use words and you have to be interesting. Though his commentary was somewhat liberal, Bausch's critiques of the stories at hand were traditional, with specific recommendations about tone and pacing. For the public reading later in the evening, Bausch read a recently completed, as yet unpublished story, and during his "talk about craft," he talked about memory and dispensed his 10 Commandments of writing, which included - to paraphrase - doing the work is the only thing that matters. Not if it's good or bad, but that it gets done, everyday.

Stay tuned for the next dispatch in a couple of weeks.

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Help Needed

Lizzie at Old Hag is on the board of Baltimore's beloved book exchange, The Book Thing, which needs help. They need to move, and they don't have the funds. Go here for more info.

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A sleek marriage of luxury and literature

I got a real kick out of this story about Edward P. Jones doing a reading at a Volvo dealership near Washington, DC.

The reading at the car dealership may have been one of the stranger marriages of highbrow art and the mass market. Even Jones said afterward that when he got the invitation, he figured that he'd be appearing at a school or in a conference room. "I've never been in a car dealership before, not having a car," he mused. "But I used to pass by here on the bus."

Classic. And, by the way, is this the sort of thing we all talk about when we wish that literary fiction got more exposure? I think maybe it is.

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Look Who's Back

Let's welcome Ed Champion back from an exile brought on by the unlikely confluence of racist DJs and a careless Indian newspaper.

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Falcon Turns 75

USA Today rounds up media coverage of the 75th anniversary of the publication of Dashiell Hammett's The Maltese Falcon. They share this tidbit, too:

The Maltese Falcon was first published serially in five parts in Black Mask magazine from September 1929 to January 1930; Knopf published it as a book in 1930. "There are about 2,000 differences between the two published texts - sometimes a comma or a paragraph placed (differently), but often it's Hammett fooling with the prose to get it just right," says Richard Layman, author of six Hammett books, including Shadow Man, a biography, and a trustee of Hammett's literary property trust.

USA Today also put the book's first chapter up. Check it out.

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Books to Laugh with by Andrew Saikali

In 2001, the New Yorker treated faithful readers to Fierce Pajamas, a comprehensive survey of humor culled from the 75-year history of the magazine. When I heard about this, my well-honed cat-like reflexes snapped into action and, three years later, I bought the book. These short pieces, known as "casuals," include parodies, absurdities and flights of fancy. They showcase the wit of some of the giants in American humor - from E.B. White, through S.J. Perelman and George S. Kaufman, on up to Steve Martin. And along the way, two of my favorites - Woody Allen and James Thurber.

As is often the case with anthologies, I wind up seeking out more complete works from specific writers. In this instance I was led back to my own bookshelves, to the dusty 'A' section in the top-left corner of my wall, for my small but complete trio of Woody Allen books. This necessitates the use of a stepladder because in addition to being obsessively organized - fiction alphabetized by author, then chronological within each. I won't even get into what I do to my non-fiction - I'm also quite short and can't actually reach the top shelf of anything in my apartment.

Getting Even, Without Feathers, and Side Effects collect Woody Allen's written humor from the mid 60s through to the late 70s, in 5-year chunks. I think you can get them all in one volume now, but I'm quite partial to my pocket-sized second-hand paperbacks - perfect for explosive bursts of laughter on the subway. There's hardly a page without some jaw-droppingly hysterical absurdist musing, non-sequitur, or parody of some philosophical tract or of a psychological case-study. Even a few one-act plays for good measure.

Getting Even contains "The Metterling Lists" - essentially a collection of Herr Metterling's laundry lists, spun-out Woody-style into a psychological and biographical profile. And "The Gossage-Vardebedian Papers" - a succession of correspondence-chess letters, each one more politely sarcastic and seethingly hostile than the last.

Without Feathers includes "God" - a now-classic one-act play in which an actor and a writer are on stage bemoaning the lack of an ending to their Greek play. "Audience members" join in the scenario and eventually the melee includes cameos by a wayward Blanche Dubois, and one Mr. Woody Allen, the Creator himself. Reality is turned on its head, then rolled up in a ball and shot through a hoop in this Pirandello-esque comedy.

Side Effects has "The Kugelmass Episode" - a hilarious story in which our hero, with the help of a magician, escapes his humdrum world and retreats into the lusty pages of Madame Bovary for a succession of romantic encounters with Emma, confounding Flaubert's readers and scholars with the sudden presence of a balding 1970s New Yorker in Emma Bovary's boudoir.

Fierce Pajamas also led me to the "Ts," to my somewhat haphazard collection of James Thurber books. Many years ago, my good friend Doug Holland, always a step or two ahead of me, introduced me to the world of Thurber. Humorist, cartoonist, editor, James Thurber was a mainstay of the New Yorker for decades.

Out of the half-dozen books I have, my pick would be My Life and Hard Times, a humorous memoir written by Thurber in the 1930s, replete with illustrations by the author, looking back on his youth in turn-of-the-century Columbus. Deceptively gentle and low-key, his stories often build to a frenetic climax. A common theme is how misunderstanding leads to rumor leads to panic. Seems simple. Yet no one does it quite like him.

A few weeks ago, as I was thinking of what to say about Thurber, fortune shone as my fellow Millions-contributor Patrick posted a great piece about the Paris Review, and in particular "The DNA of Literature", a treasure trove of archived interviews that you can read on their website. I've been exploring this site in the weeks since then, and one of the first things I came across was a great interview (pdf) from 1955 with James Thurber himself!

In it he speaks of his astounding memory and how he can juggle hundreds of details in his mind. And of how he never knows until he's typing away exactly how his stories will develop. He talks about the "New Yorker style" of humor in which you take your initial gleeful idea, your hilarious impulse, and then rewrite it, playing it down. Thurber also reflects on Harold Ross, the great Editor of the New Yorker, an unread man with bloodhound instincts who demanded clarity of his writers, and, to a man, kept them from being sloppy. Thurber also talks about his wife, his sounding-board, who it seems prefaces everything she says to James with "Goddammit Thurber..."

Always writing, always crafting the perfect phrase, always keeping it concise and clear, Thurber was the consummate New Yorker humorist. His humor took over his body. So much so that when turning a phrase over in his head, his daughter grew so concerned with the look on his face that she asked her mother: "Is he sick?" to which Thurber's wife reassured her: "No, he's writing something."

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Foer Excerpt Up

Houghton Mifflin has posted a long excerpt of Jonathan Safran Foer's forthcoming book Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (Amazon also has the excerpt up.) And, well, I don't quite know what to say about it. Have a look. You'll see. It's a long, furious stream of consciousness - the warp speed thought process of the 8-year-old, genius protagonist, Oskar - with a punch in the gut finale. It seems that this book is sure to produce a frenzy among critics and readers when it comes out in April, but it's too early to know whether that frenzy will be positive or negative. On Neal Pollack's blog, the quality of the excerpt and the book's use of 9/11 as a plot point are already being debated.

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A Blog in Nepal

I'm going to digress from the book talk here, if I may. I've been blogging for a couple of years now, and I really enjoy it. I post when I feel like it, I write about books, and a handful of people visit every day. Discussions ensue; it's all very fun. But when I see folks blogging in Iraq and other dangerous locales, I wonder if I would join the fray in a situation where blogging is more than a diversion or a hobby - where blogging is an act of courage or defiance.

Lately, I've been following the situation in Nepal. The king has dissolved the government and basically shut down the press. I was curious to see if any blogs in Nepal are defying the press ban, and I found this one: a group blog called United We Blog! The most recent post from the blog's administrator concludes with this warning, "Do Not Blog About Political Matters for the time being," but a previous post puts it this way, "Because of my basic human rights, like right to express, speak and writing, are suspended and I am in no position to express my feeling or opinion regarding the royal takeover. Here in Nepal, press freedom is being curtailed and, according to the government, our website can't report on political issues."

He also says this about the ban: "For the first time in my life, I knew the importance of this site, a place to express myself, ourself... A great forum to share ideas."

Part of me wants to write to these guys to let them know that their words, despite the censorship, are reaching us, but at the same time, I would not want to encourage them to put themselves in danger by communicating with us. I think, perhaps, the larger point I'm trying to make is that - thanks to blogs - we can now peer behind walls of censorship to see the people oppressed by it. If anyone else stumbles onto any more Nepalese blogs, please let us know.

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Staying Sane: A Year in Reading by Emre Peker (Part 6)

I did not realize that William Boyd would have the same effect that Italo Calvino had on me until I read An Ice-Cream War. When I told the old lady who runs the neighborhood bookstore that lately I had been into Calvino and Henry Miller, and that I really enjoyed Middlesex, she immediately recommended William Boyd, commenting that he is the most underrated contemporary author. Trusting her, I got a copy of An Ice Cream War and began reading. Shortly, I discovered that the novel is an amazing page turner, thanks, mostly, to the cynical British humour with which Boyd approaches the miseries and absurdity of World War I. Over the course of An Ice Cream War, which starts in the neighboring German and British east Africa colonies, the reader travels through Africa, being chased by and also chasing the barbarians (as the British ever so affectionately call the Germans), sees the unfortunate travels of an enthusiastic, newlywed soldier - from his honeymoon in France, back to England, to India, and to Africa - laughs out loud at the most absurd instances of violence, and gets dragged into a very, very cheesy, but still sympathetic love story between an unexpected couple. The reflections on the wartime life in England, the descriptions of three dysfunctional families, and the mockery of the grave consequences of a four year war that no one thought would last past three months are exquisite. Actually, dare I say and yes, here it goes, An Ice Cream War strongly parallels and at times even surpasses the ever great Catch 22 in reflecting cowardice, bravery - for all the wrong reasons, think Milo - and the amazing web of characters who are all interconnected. Read this novel and you too, as I did, will move into the Boyd sphere.

Feeling the grips of addiction, I returned to my prime drug, Calvino, for the last novel I read by him in 2004. If on a Winter's Night a Traveler is the story of two readers as they attempt to read Calvino's latest novel and realize that there was a problem with the print, which cut off after the first chapter of the novel. Upon returning the book to the bookstore, both readers discover that they had in fact been reading another author's novel and decide to stick with it since they really enjoy it, but the same problem occurs. Thanks to the persisting issue, the two readers meet each other and start their quest to reach the end of this bizarre occurrence. Calvino's prose, which I would categorize as his second phase - splitting from traditional folk tales and becoming more fantasy oriented - cleverly weaves the developing affections between the two readers and the beginnings of novels by different authors. If on a Winter's Night a Traveler is an ode to books and the pleasure book junkies such as myself derive from them.
Previously: Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

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Anthologies

I loved reading long before I started working at a book store, but until I started working there I was only familiar with a relatively small universe of writers whose oeuvres I would methodically work through. Back then I didn't always have a huge "to read" list, and so I would roam used bookstores looking for something that piqued my interest. At some point I started spending a lot of time in the anthology aisles of these book stores. For an undirected reader looking for a fiction fix, you can't really beat the anthology. A good one will provide dozens of pleasurable experiences and introduce you to new writers or reacquaint you with writers you've forgotten. Perhaps the best thing about them is that you can put an anthology down after a few stories and then pick it up whenever you're in the mood for a story. If you have a few anthologies around, you always have a short story close at hand. And don't let anyone tell you otherwise, if the bulging anthology section at my bookstore was any indication, the anthology is not a dying breed. Here's a sampling of anthologies to get you started:

• The Insomniac Reader
• The Granta Book of the American Short Story
• The Vintage Book of Latin American Stories
• The Dictionary of Failed Relationships: 26 Tales of Love Gone Wrong

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More Adaptation Mania

I've been writing a lot about film adaptations lately, so I was thrilled to stumble onto this very cool series at the Guardian which each week is turning a critical eye on a new famous film adaptation. The latest is on Jean-Jacques Annaud's 1986 version of Umberto Eco's The Name of the Rose.

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Adam Langer: What's in a title?

Adam Langer has an entertaining essay at The Book Standard which is full of discarded titles for classic books and films.

But the fact is that Thomas Wolfe's original title O, Lost doesn't have quite the same ring as Look Homeward, Angel, nor does Margaret Mitchell's Fontenoy Hall, which became Gone with the Wind. If F. Scott Fitzgerald had gone with Trimalchio in West Egg, one of his working titles for The Great Gatsby, God knows what we'd have studied in high school.

In the essay, Langer also reveals that his next book is tentatively titled The Washington Story.

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F.X. Toole and Jonathan Franzen: more book to film news

I saw Million Dollar Baby last night and enjoyed it. As with most boxing movies, there are some cartoonish moments, but the acting is great. The film relies upon a good deal of narration supplied by Morgan Freeman, and much of that narration comes directly out of the book from which the script was adapted. Rope Burns - which has been rereleased as Million Dollar Baby to tie in with the film - is a collection of boxing stories written by F.X. Toole, the nom de guerre of Jerry Boyd, who, before the book came out in 2000, "had been a bullfighter, a bartender, a cement truck driver and, for the past 20 years of his life, a boxing trainer and cut man," according to this profile/movie review in the Sydney Morning Herald. Jerry Boyd died in 2002, but before he did he sat down for this very entertaining interview with Terri Gross.

I've decided I'm going to follow the story of the impending big screen version of Jonathan Franzen's The Corrections because 1) I think The Corrections is one of the more important books of the last ten years, and 2) like Scott at Conversational Reading said a few days ago, I'm skeptical that "Mr. I-don't-want-The-Corrections-lowered-by-Oprah is going to be cool with a full Hollywood version of his opus" So, here's the latest casting speculation from the movie rumor site Dark Horizons: "The latest word is that it will be starring Judi Dench (playing Enid, the family matriarch), Brad Pitt (playing the central character Chip), and Tim Robbins and Naomi Watts playing the other two grown children of the family." Brad Pitt as Chip? (shudder)

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New from Nick Hornby

Nick Hornby, the British novelist and professional music fan who folks love to hate will have a new novel out in the US in June. Though Songbook is good bathroom reading, Hornby's books are just too fluffy for me. At Yossarian's Diary they've already had a look at the new book, and the prognosis isn't good:

April brings A Long Way Down, a new novel from Nick Hornby, and sadly I don't think the showers will wash it away. Yossarian so wants to like Hornby's fiction, but each book seems to be so much poorer than the last (although his non-fiction is always enjoyable to read)--and How to Be Good was a very poor work from such a high profile author. However, if you liked that book, then you'll undoubtedly like this tale (known around here as The Pizza Suicides) of four strangers who meet on a roof as they all decide to end it all by jumping off. One of them, a pizza delivery boy, is an American. You can tell this by the way he says "man" a lot. Hmmmm.

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New from Michael Cunningham

Michael Cunningham's follow up to his wildly popular novel, The Hours will be out this June. The trilogy of long short stories is called Specimen Days. Though set in different historical eras, each of the stories, according to publisher FSG, centers around "a young boy, an older man, and a young woman." As with The Hours, Scott Rudin is already signed on to bring the book to the silver screen.

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The Rex Pickett story

Among the few movies I've seen in recent months, Sideways was one of the best. The director, Alexander Payne, has made a career out of bringing quirky, character driven novels to the screen. This time, the source material was a novel by the unknown and struggling Rex Pickett. According to this article from the Guardian, Rejected by 15 publishers, Sideways was still without a home when Payne happened to read the manuscript and liked it. Even with the possibility of a movie in the works, Pickett had to work hard to get it published. St Martin's initial reluctance turned out to be quite lucrative:

Then, finally, a publisher bit. "A lot of people think the book was only sold because it got made into a movie," Pickett says. "That's not true. It was bought when there was no guarantee it was going to be a movie. So that rankles me a little bit." Apart from anything else, the film's uncertain status meant that the book deal wasn't worth much money up front. "St Martin's Press paid me almost nothing. But that did mean my advance, what little it was, was earned out very quickly. Now I get a dollar for every copy sold!" He still sounds slightly giddy at the thought.

I haven't read this book, and I've heard that it's just so-so, but I love the Rex Pickett rags to riches story.

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Blogs worth noting

I've recently become somewhat addicted to the (newly rechristened) Comics Curmudgeon. If you enjoy the sometimes funny, usually surreal world of the newspaper funny pages, then you will get a kick out of this blog.

Also, some recently discovered (by me) bookish blogs of note: So Many Books, marginalia.org, Book World, Shooflypie, Pages Turned, and especially Light Reading.

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