What I'm Reading

  • Nam Le: The Boat

    Nam Le: The Boat
    It has finally arrived. I want to set aside all else and focus on nothing but this book. I hope it doesn't disappoint. I'll let you know.

  • Ceridwen Dovey: Blood Kin: A Novel

    Ceridwen Dovey: Blood Kin: A Novel
    On the recommendation of Sarah Weinman, I picked up this book. The opening is lovely: "He came every two months for a sitting. Always early in the day, usually on a Friday, when he still had something vital in his face from the week's effort, but a mellowness in his eyes from the knowledge it was almost over."

Books Read in 2007...

Book Cover Switch-Up: This Book Will Save Your Life

ThisbookwillsafeyourlifecovFor the second installment of ridiculous book cover changes, I offer up This Book Will Save Your Life by A.M. Homes. How - on earth or in hell or in space or in the mind of anyone - is it a natural progression from Exhibit A (the original US hardcover) to Exhibit B (the US paperback reissue)?  I'll admit the original cover was vague and disappointing (what is that on the murky blue background?) and so offered much room for improvement. It was a chance for that rare moment when the reissue cover could have been better - could have communicated so much more about the book. Alas, it was not meant to be. The mountain lion image coupled with the title makes it seem like a book written by Jon Krakauer.  It should be noted that A.M. Homes commented on this (then) forthcoming cover when she did an LA reading and she thought it odd as well.

But let's be honest, the real crime here is the insane leap from Exhibit B (Penguin Paperback 2007) to Exhibit C (Granta Books, UK Paperback 2007). Yes, the protagonist in the novel does get donuts at the restaurant down the hilly street from his Hollywood Hills home. He hails a cab from there and has some very profound thoughts whilst pondering donuts. But again, the image + the title makes this seem as if it's not a work of literary fiction but that it is a diet book of some sort. The anti-thesis of Skinny Bitch or that French girls don't get fat book and more along the lines of...eating donuts will save your life.  I'll admit that it is at least quirky enough to catch one's attention.

So which is it? Mountain lions will save you or donuts? Or the book? None of these covers do the book justice - no matter what country you're living in. I may also have to start a separate series - the series of what the book covers should have looked like instead. For this book, as it is about living in glass houses and rarefied air in Los Angeles but being human anyway, why no dark & arty images of a Richard Meier house jutting out precariously over the hills? Perhaps that would be too obvious. I'd argue that it would at least be closer to the novel than any of these.

Previously: Book Cover Switch-Up: The View from Castle Rock

Not So + Literary LA

Two LAist pieces on the less literary end of the scale:

And two more decidedly literary bits for today:

UPDATE: A healthy discussion about Frey's new book is currently underway at The Elegant Variation. I am pleased to see someone else point out what irritated me most about Maslin's NYT review of the book (after I got past what Sarah Weinman perfectly described as the blatant rip-off of Kakutani's style): how dare she compare Frey's book with Charles Bock's Beautiful Children and deem Frey's somehow greater.  Ugh. Bock's is an excellent book and is far more deserving of attention.

UPDATE II: Ed's Hazy Chintzy Afternoon is a must-read.

Twittering Again

Long story short (because this is about Twitter after all): I was a regular twitter-er several months ago.  Then I stopped because blogging plus twittering was just too much. I've started again.  Twittering instead of blogging...so much easer!

I'll continue to do both on a regular basis but I've noticed that many bookish (and not so bookish) observations don't merit a full blog post.  Follow or no, follow or lead.  My brand-spanking new twittering is @calliemiller or you can passively observe my recent twits at the column to your right.

RIP Rauschenberg

Canyon, 1959, by Robert RauschenbergAn artist I greatly admired - for his art as well as the fire that burned within him (crazy or no) - has died.

Moments to cherish: the 2006 MOCA exhibition of his Combines work which I visited too many times to count and watching Man at Work in the downstairs film room at the museum. I highly recommend this film (or this book) for anyone wishing to pay him tribute or wanting to learn more about this fascinating, fiery, ever-curious artist that made me laugh with his work and his words.

UPDATE: An excellent resource for viewing Rauschenberg's work online...

(Photo by eston via Flickr)

Book Cover Switch-Up: The View from Castle Rock

Two Different Covers for Alice Munro's The View from Castle RockI get that publishers want a new look for a book that has just come out in paperback. I get it. I get all the marketing data that might tell them to re-focus on a different market segment and so on. I get it, I really do.

Yet, I often feel the need to cry foul on the cover switch-ups that take place between the first hardcover editions and the paperbacks.  I nearly always note these with sadness - how much the new cover misrepresents, in my view, the contents of the novel. How off the mark it is.  Once in awhile, there are vast improvements in the paperback cover, but those moments of delight are rare. On the whole, this re-jiggering gets blundered a lot. Instead of keeping my worries to myself, I thought I'd share them with all of you. Maybe I worry about this more than I should (I am in marketing after all, I should get behind all this change) and maybe I'm nuts. But what do the authors think? The readers?

As my first case study, I offer up Alice Munro's The View from Castle Rock. While searching Powell's this weekend for new titles, I was shocked by the new paperback cover. The original cover and the new paperback cover seem to suggest two entirely different books. One seems serious, the other seems to be chick-lit at the beach. What does this mean? How is an uninitiated reader to choose? Or is that the point? Are the stories contained within serious until the book is in paperback, where they become more frothy affairs? Color me confused. How can one judge a book by its cover if it's ever-changing?

Do you have any book-cover switch-ups that made you mad? Glad?  Next up: the fascinating cover switcheroo of This Book Will Save Your Life by A.M. Homes.

Fictional LA

Fictional Los AngelesI've started a new (possibly sporadic) series at LAist called Books On Our Radar. I'm hoping this will allow me to mention the many books I've got my eye on, but that I may not necessarily read before they are out and the authors are in town.  I am only one woman and simply cannot read every book (in a timely fashion) that might interest Angelenos, but that shouldn't mean that potentially great books go unnoticed, unmentioned, un-touted.

The first post in the series focuses on Fictional LA.  This will no doubt be a regular category, as there's a new novel just about every month that features LA as character, not including crime fiction...which I'll need several posts to cover adequately. This month, I've focused on four books:

Yes, it can be argued that not all of these are properly about LA...but I wanted to offer up a broad range of books. This is a new-ish thing for me - focusing on what others may want to read, rather than simply what I want to read. We'll see how it goes.

If you're eagerly awaiting any novels that feature LA prominently (or less so), let me know so I can get them "on my radar."

LAist Interview with Felicia Sullivan...

The Sky Isn't Visible from Here by Felicia Sullivan ...now up at, you guessed it, LAist.  Do go check it out to not only learn more about writing a memoir during these memoir-ific (both hor- and terr-) times, but to learn more about Felicia's other interests and many endeavors.  There's also a bit on food and literary inspirations. And, becuase it is LA, there are the requisite LA questions. Enjoy.

If you're in LA, do go out and see her read either tonight at Pi (restaurant next door to Book Soup) at 7pm or at Vroman's tomorrow at 4pm.  I'll be making my way to Vroman's tomorrow so I'll hope to see you there. 

And if you're still wondering about her book, you can read my take and why I avoided it for so long and why I was kicking myself for waiting so long once I finally read it.

Palestinian Festival of Literature

LA Times Book Prize winner Andrew O'Hagan will be participating in a just-launched literary festival in the occupied Palestinian territories. According to The Guardian, seventeen British, American, Indian and Arab authors will visit Ramallah, Jerusalem, Jenin and Bethlehem this week.

Festival organizers include Roddy Doyle, Esther Freud, David Hare and Ahdaf Soueif. Other writers participating include Pankaj Mishra, Jama Mahjoub, Suheir Hammad and Hanan al-Shaykh.

Of visiting the West Bank and celebrating literature in it, novelist Hanan al-Shaykh says:

"I feel personally as if it is forgotten, as if it is like a no man's land, a no-no land. Now that there are festivals in Brazil, in Colombia, everywhere, Palestine and the occupied territories should be one of them. There shouldn't be any obstacles to literature anywhere on Earth."

Festival organizer Ahdaf Soueif hopes that this will become an annual event and will encourage publishers to translate more works into Arabic and English.

Fresh off the PEN World Voices event, I'm reminded of my own goal to read more works in translation - something that has become increasingly more important to me over the years. I still marvel at all the incredible works we've not yet read because they've not yet been translated.  Incredible stories are out there - waiting to be read, waiting for a light to shine bright enough upon them so they can be translated.  Here's to hoping this festival and many others of its kind will help in this effort.

Bookish LA Continues to Delight

The week in bookish events is up at LAist now and features must-see events.  To wit:

  • Millard Kaufman in discussion with Leo Braudy at Central Library tonight @ 7pm
  • Mark Sarvas reading Harry, Revised at Village Books tonight @ 7:30pm
  • Felicia Sullivan reading The Sky Isn't Visible from Here at Book Soup on Friday @ 7pm
  • Felicia Sullivan reprising her role at Vroman's on Saturday @  4pm
  • Jim Krusoe reading Girl Factory on Saturday at Skylight Books @ 5pm

We are a lucky bunch, no? I'll be at the Kaufman reading tonight (despite the fact that yesterday's five hours of dental work has left me looking...well...ridiculous and the embarassing swelling has not, despite all assurances, gone down.) and look forward to the wisdom I expect him to shower upon us.

There's Whining & Then There's Wine-ing

"The cough-syrupy Umbrian passito wine is made in the same fashion as Recioto from the mysterious and sappy Sagrantino grape. These powerful, sweet reds seem to have originated as sacramental wines, and they continue to inspire reverence among a small cult of hedonists, myself among them. This practice of drying grapes goes back thousands of years; there are references to drying wine grapes prior to fermentation in Homer and Hesiod. ("When Orion and Sirius come into mid-heaven," Hesiod advises in Works and Days, "cut off all the grape clusters and bring them home. Show them to the sun for ten days and ten nights.") I like to imagine that these dried-grape wines resemble those that were drunk at Plato's symposium or Caligula's bashes—although chocolate wouldn't appear in Europe until the sixteenth century, Columbus having stumbled upon a stash of cacao beans on his fourth and last voyage to the New World."

-from A Hedonist in the Cellar: Adventures in Wine by Jay McInerny

I don't take my wine this seriously, of course. I don't think I've ever uttered the word passito (if I did, it wasn't with a straight face and likely involved eye-rolling) and I sure as hell have never said Recioto.

However. I am the sporadic Wine Novice and I am in serious need of a vacation. But I've got little time and I lived in San Diego for so many years that any wine trip down there feels like...regression.  So: off to Santa Barbara for a few days of rest and hedonistic wine-ing. I suspect there will also be whining when I'm forced to return from vay-cay back to the land of work.

Yet, I have a few things to look forward to: I'll be reading this and returning to attend this. (I was told there will be cake, but I can't quite determine if this is in fact true or if this is a rip of sorts on Sloane Crosley's I Was Told There'd Be Cake.) See you Sunday for vermin and...cake?

New Boldtype Is Up & It's Yummy

The May 2008 issue of Boldtype is now up and it is finger-licking good. They've got:

"It shocks me that people can write something and claim that they didn't know they were writing fiction. I very much wanted it to be clear when I was imagining a piece of this book. We're living in a weird time. I don't know if it's the conflation of reality TV with therapy and confessional culture, but people don't know the difference between fiction and nonfiction anymore. I think it's just shocking. Take the woman who wrote the gang memoir that turned out not to be true — why wouldn't it have been good enough to just say she wrote a novel? You have political candidates who misremember where they were. I'm waiting for the person to say that they were at some event when they hadn't even been born yet."

LATFOB Panel - Fiction: Novel Lives

The second panel I attended at the LA Times Festival of Books was Fiction: Novel Lives. The panel was moderated by Robert Roper and included Jill Bialosky, Nicholas Delbanco, Brian Hall and Marianne Wiggins. This was perhaps one of the only in panels that truly stuck to the theme, as each novel discussed was, literally, about well-known personages (real or fictional).

Brian Hall's book, Fall of Frost, is a novel told from Robert Frost's perspective.  Jill Bialosky's book, The Life Room, includes Anna Karenina as a character. The Shadow Catcher, by Marianne Wiggins, takes its subject matter directly from the life of 20th century icon/photographer Edward Curtis and Nicholas Delbanco's The Count of Concord examines the life and accomplishments of Benjamin Thompson, a contemporary of Benjamin Franklin and Thomas Jefferson.

Bialosky talks of what inspired her book: She was enchanted by female protagonists (a la Wharton's The Awakening) who, when faced with a choice in the struggle between passion and responsibility decide to kill themselves. Why do they end their lives for their passions?, Jill asked aloud.  Much has been made of her book an it's Anna Karenina character, but she points out that she is not the central voice, not the central character. Her original title for the book was The Interior Life of Eleanor Cahn and her editor made her change it.  She's not thrilled, although admits that The Life Room sounds cooler.LA Times Festival of Books Panel - Fiction: Novel Lives

Wiggins speaks of her inspiration for her latest book and how these idea fragments eventually interest her: You must ask yourself, can an idea sustain the structure of a novel? She had been thinking about Shadow Catcher and the photographer Edward Curtis for years. She wanted to write about his work, but couldn't find an interior tension that would sustain the work. She did some research. She learned that he wanted to photograph all the Indian tribes before they were extinct. Interesting, stuff, but still no tension. She then learned that he couldn't get funding for the project and eventually accepted money from J.P. Morgan (directly involved the reason the Indians kicked-off their land) to complete his historic photographic journey. Bingo! That's was the moment. When he made the deal with the devil, that's when I knew I had the necessary tension to sustain the novel.

Delbanco finds it fascinating that his fellow panelists all began their novels about well-known figures by being engrossed in their lives, whereas he began his out of irritation.  He became aware of Benjamin Thompson and some of his accomplishments (many inventions now used every day in our homes) and worked on the book for 22 years. Yet the man was pompous and quite an ass, and Delbanco didn't really like him.  Eventually, he realized that there was an odd tension in the fact that Thompson was designing tools to better mankind, yet he wanted nothing to do with people and was horrible to them in his personal life. Eventually, all the pieces fell into place.

Roper asks the panelist about the responsibilities inherent in writing about historical figures. How do you buy permission from readers to break from the historical novel form?

Hall: I didn't want to change the facts of his life. So the idea was, what is it as a novelist, what can I bring to it? By exploding the chronology (rather then outlining Frost's life in chronological order) I can focus on his ideas, can focus on his intimate life and how it shaped his poetry. Since it's about poetry and I'm a prose writer, I wrote short chapters to make it feel is immediate as poetry.

Wiggins: I make a contract with my writing: I'm the only person in the room.  I take it very seriously. My job is this: I'm going to tell you a story and I'm going to make you laugh and I'm going to make you cry. I'm going to change your life.

Bialosky: I kept thinking about an adulterous woman. I create as a need to understand. I had no idea what she was going to do - it kept me interested until the end.

Hall: I inhabited Frost to write this book.  He points out, though, that it is a terrible challenge to put your prose against Frost's poetry.

Bialosky is also an editor and she points out that she has edited many historical novels. She recently edited The Last Summer of The World by Emily Mitchell, a novel about photographer Edward Steichen. During the editing process, the question kept coming up - what liberties can you take? Bialosky has come to believe that if you are a novelist, it is entirely up to you how much of their real lives you use vs. fabricate.

Hall agrees that the license is up to you, but bemoans how intimidating it was to write dialogue for someone as literate and eloquent as Frost. Wiggins offers up that she had the opposite problem in writing dialogue for Edward Curtis as he was notoriously short on words and quite a cold man.

Someone from the audience asks the question I've been wondering about: why did Wiggins put herself in the novel as a character named Marianne Wiggins? She says she didn't start out with herself in the novel and didn't take the decision lightly. After trying to write whole sections of the book over and over and trying to come up with the right way to tell the story - this solution (adding herself in) emerged. She fought against it and tried still other approaches.  To her own discomfort, it worked. It was the only way to tell that story. She says that as a novelist she has never mined her own life for her work and that it was a difficult and painful process, one she isn't interested in repeating.

The session ends with a question about family estates and if anyone had difficulty getting their work approved or blessed or whathaveyou by living family members.  Roper defers to Hall in this moment, as it seems there was quite a struggle with the Frost estate over Hall's book. Half the family was for the book, half were against it. Several didn't feel he was portraying Frost in the best light and they wanted to protect the Frost image.  In the end, he had to remove several lines of poetry that were still under copyright and re-work the order of the novel accordingly. He believes it resulted in an even tighter work.  His book is just out, he reminds us, so we can see for ourselves.

Take-away: This was far more interesting than I expected it to be, if only because I rarely read historical novels.  On a completely personal note, I was heartened by the way in which each writer came to their subject matter and how they stuck with it, slowly collecting enough pieces to make a novel, trusting the process and that it might take years before they had enough fragments to tell a compelling story that interested them enough to write it over a possibly longer period of time.

I was once captivated by Sub-commander Marcos via a small item I read in the San Diego Tribune about a recent march through a town square in San Cristobal de las Casas.  That one small mention in the paper on a Sunday morning set my mind ablaze and I wrote 30 pages straight away. I then did more research and was convinced that this was a story - an outsider perspective on the whole movement - that I had to write. It worked its way into my brain for months and I wrote whatever came out.

At some point, I fell back on the oh-so-awful norm of far-too-many writing workshops: write what you know. I stopped myself one day and thought: who the hell do you think you are writing about Mexico and Chiapas and the Zapatistas and all of these politics that you know nothing about. How could you ever do this world justice? It also seemed so far beyond my grasp - something I couldn't do. Too ambitious. An easier book on relationship insights, all witty and sly, seemed a better bet for me. Also - I don't even read books like that, so where was this burning desire to write one coming from?

I dropped my research then and there and never wrote about it again.  But, but. In the past two years, there have been "signs" that I've chosen not to follow: my new filmmaker neighbor who interviewed Sub-commander Marcos, a random email I received from someone who has researched and written extensively about Marcos, the treasure trove of Chiapas books I found at an estate sale.  I've filed these bits and bobs away and haven't done anything with them. But they haunt me. There is a story there to tell, with a unique perspective (that of the total outsider), which I, at some point, felt compelled to write.

I'm not saying I've dusted off the books and jumped headlong back into the Zapatista rebel world to resurrect this book. What I am saying, is that this panel brought all of this back to the fore, both reminding me that I had once had this passion for a subject that seemed so outside myself and chiding me for not having enough faith in my own abilities and the writing process to give it a proper go.

Litty Bittys

Panelicious

The LA Times Festival of Books panel coverage is finally making its way out of exhausted minds and onto the blogs of those who attended the literary sweat fest. I'm knee-deep (but really?) in my write-up for the second panel I attended (only six more to go) and will have it up later this afternoon.

Literary PanelsI've been linking to some excellent coverage at the newly created column to your left (tippy top) in an attempt to re-create the exper