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Jonathan Evison + Skylight Books = Be There or Seriously Miss Out

Westofhere Jonathan Evison will be reading from West of Here this evening at the fantastic indie bookstore Skylight Books.

If his reading is as raucous and fun as his previous appearance at Skylight for All About Lulu, this is an evening you really shouldn't miss if you're anywhere close to LA tonight. That sounds like a tall order, but, well. Swanky pub dinners have been cancelled for this.

So. You know. It's probably not something you'll want to have missed. Especially when you get home from whatever else you chose to do instead and you scan through all the tweets from the night and come to the realization that you miscalculated in some egregious way that can't be undone. (Though it sort of could because he's reading tomorrow night at Book Soup.)

I might be overselling it. But you get my point.

See you there?

February 24, 2011 in Authors, Bookstores, Independent Bookstores, New Books | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

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You + Me + The Hammer Museum on Sunday

Here's what I'll be doing tomorrow.  You?

June 07, 2008 in Art, Authors, Readings | Permalink | Comments (1) | TrackBack (0)

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BEA Blues

So BEA is over and there is so much to say - and I will say it, I will.  I had an incredible time and feel quite lucky to have met and talked with so many excellent writers, publishers, editors and book champions.  It was exhausting (I've calculated 10 hours of sleep over the span of three nights and I could be off by a few hours give or take) but inspiring in the best way possible. As in: I'm ready to hunker down and write and I finally, finally feel like I know what the hell I'm doing (I know, I know, as soon as you say it out loud...it disappears in a vapory poof) and that I've got a good group of writerly supporters who can nudge me and guide me and flat out push me when needed.

The sad news: the intense, never-ending discussions about books are over for the moment. I feel like summer camp is over and I worry that we won't send postcards. Here's to hoping we will.

I'm in NY until late Wednesday but will be posting a rundown of BEA highlights each day. Until then, you can follow me on Twitter to the right.

June 02, 2008 in Authors | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

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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.

May 09, 2008 in Author Interviews, Authors, Independent Bookstores, Interviews, LAist, Readings | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

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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.

April 30, 2008 in Author Interviews, Authors, Book Festivals, panels of the literary kind | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

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LA Times Book Fest - Calm Before the Coverage Storm

Recovery from an intensely bookish weekend is quite sweet, but recovery is indeed needed.  I'll be tackling the eight panels I attended one at a time and will reserve additional posts each day for those I met and enjoyed, and those I met who had me trembling, nearly forgetting my name, because I couldn't believe I had the opportunity to chat them up. 

That's what's so divine about the book fest - it is, for the most part (obviously there are vast exceptions wherein authors have issues with one another), a mutual admiration society. We're all such book nerds that it's very nearly a bookish nirvana.

Consider this the week of post-LATFOB coverage - when all my notes (with so many money quotes it will bring tears to your eyes) will be set loose from their spiral bound confines and alight on the (blog) page.

Until then, you can check out John's excellent author interviews at Book Fox.

April 28, 2008 in Author Interviews, Authors, Book Festivals, panels of the literary kind | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

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When a Book Brings It All Home, Literally

The Sky Isn't Visible from Here by Felicia Sullivan I put off reading Felicia Sullivan's The Sky Isn't Visible from Here for a long time. Which seemed odd to me. Very odd.

I know Felicia and was so excited about her book coming out that I'd pre-ordered it on Amazon months before it was available. Months. I was then so thrilled to see it at a local independent bookstore, that I picked it up, before my Amazon copy arrived.  Then, days later, the Amazon copy arrived.  This left me with two brand-spanking new copies of a book that I simply couldn't wait to read.  And they sat. And they sat. And they sat.

I read other things. Other books. Other articles. I even read "work" books on marketing strategy and being an influencer and how to have effective confrontations & crucial conversations. Really. I also cleaned my house in a way that it hasn't been cleaned in two years. I cleaned out my closet (I got rid of shoes!), I re-organized my kitchen drawers and I cleared away three-months worth of mail.  In short: I did the unthinkable to avoid Felicia's book.

Such a strong reaction - such an intense desire to avoid something - was curious and I'd like to say I didn't know why, but I damn well did: my mother (wow, here goes, I don't think I've ever said this here, among you) was an alcoholic. She died when I was 18. Cirrhosis of the liver.  Was my childhood dramatic in ways it shouldn't have been? Yes. Was I forced to be the adult when I was just a kid? Absolutely. I knew, knew, knew that Felicia's book would detail similar situations, would conjure up my own past as she examined hers. I tried to avoid it for as long as possible.

Then one day - two weeks ago - I got up the courage to just open it. "A page," I thought. "Just one. Maybe two. And then you can do a few more tomorrow.  Just start the thing already."  And so I read the first page. And the second. I was off and running.  I had to set the book down several times. I had to wipe away tears a few times.  I laughed. I nodded knowingly. I marveled at the things Felicia went through that were so outside my experience all I could do was admire her courage. But mostly? It felt wonderful to be in the company of someone who had figured out the very things I've been trying to figure out. I felt vindicated in a way I've not been vindicated before - even through years of very excellent therapy (which I highly recommend to all, alcoholic mother or not!) 

I was afraid to read this book for another reason as well: so much of my own struggle to complete a novel has centered around this issue for me - do I deal with my mother or don't I? Do I write the memoir and get it out of my system so I can move past it? Do I weave the experiences into fiction? Or do I ignore it entirely? Yet when I ignore it entirely, I get blocked. Stopped. Entirely flummoxed because I feel like a big chunk of my life experience and the many insights it has given me, are cut off, unavailable, not on-tap for me when I'm in my writing mode. As I look at the Writing folder on my computer desktop of stories and half-completed novels (yes, they're electronic, despite the fact that it seems every writer has their stuff neatly printed in a drawer - who are you, I ask?), 80% of them are either directly about my mother, tangentially about my mother, or they have gone off-kilter by trying to avoid my mother altogether.

It is safe to say that Felicia's book was akin to a ticking time bomb in my newly cleaned and organized home. I didn't want to read it until I was ready to revisit my past and how that past has colored the present.  Felicia's experiences are vastly different from my own. Yet, a few bigger themes, a few larger life conclusions resonated with me and have helped me move forward in a way I hadn't expected. Felicia's courage to face her own particular demons has inspired me to face a few of mine.

I cannot tell you what it would be like to read Felicia's book without this experience, as I wear different glasses than you. And you. And you. It is quite safe to say that these glasses are not rose-colored. I have read fine reviews of the book by those who have not had similar experiences (or at least those who have not yet confessed to them) and was thrilled to know her book has been met with such praise. 

What I can tell you is this: The Sky Isn't Visible from Here had an incredible effect on me. Felicia's writing - so witty and biting and bittersweet all at once - sings. It is an excellent book and I highly recommend it. In fact, I've got a copy to spare if you're so inclined...

April 22, 2008 in Authors, Books, Inpsiring Artists, Writing | Permalink | Comments (3) | TrackBack (0)

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Grab & Go Reading

Roykeseyjoandidion_4 I've been running around quite a bit these days, cobbling together new client work in the wake of losing a big one, and I've found myself with twenty minute stretches of time on my hands. Rather than continue reading the novel I've started, I prefer to swipe at my bookshelves and grab whatever seems appropriate at the moment. As my bookshelves are flush against the wall the also holds my front door, I'm able to do this each time I leave. Grab a book, go. Grab and go.

Two recent grab & go reads have me floored. Wow-ed. In awe and ah.

  • Roy Kesey's short story collection All Over is delicious. Delicious. I read the first achingly beautiful story, "Invunche y voladora", yesterday and I'm...so impressed and jealous and thrilled. His writing feels familiar, yet fresh. The beats are different, the rhythms slightly off and they work on your (at least my) mind in a peculiar way. Kesey's brand of the familiar turned upside down is particularly good, so that as you read you feel you know the situation, you might even know people like those people, and this pays off in the big realization: this could happen to you. I've been unsuccessfully trying to do this for years and it was exhilarating to see it on the page. With every sentence, every paragraph, I thought "Yes! Yes! This is what I've been trying to do! This is so good!" Not brilliant for me, of course, but oh so brilliant for Kesey. Really good stuff.  So good. Treat yourself. Read it. Today.
  • The Year of Magical Thinking by Joan Didion - I've been on a Didion kick recently. Sometimes I find I need to revisit her stylings to clear my head. To see how much can be said with so little. I have everything she's ever written and she's one of the only authors I ever re-read. And so I grabbed Magical Thinking the other day, thinking I'd just dip in again. Slight problem: I forgot that I've not yet read this book. Bizarre. I've had whole dinner conversations with people about this book and I've not read it, but somehow thought I had. How do I know for sure I've only read it for the first time this week? The first three pages absolutely gutted me. Gutted. I would have remembered such gutting, I'm quite sure. I sat in the car waiting for Mr. Counterbalance to run an errand and I wept. Tears rolling down my face as I sat in the passenger seat of the car in the parking lot of Union Station. Three pages of Didion = weeping in public. I haven't read any further. Not sure that I'm up to it yet. But damn can that woman write. Damn.

With this kind of luck on my first two grab & gos of the week, who knows what else I'll find. Perhaps this will become a regular mode of reading for me, dipping in here, checking in there. All while the "big" read waits for me back at home. We'll see. More on both of these books as soon as I've finished them.

November 29, 2007 in Authors | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

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National Book Award Picks

Nationalbookawardpicks_3 As the hour draws nigh (and as I continue to wish I were able to live-blog the NBA's), it is time to lay my cards bare for all to see. I'm nearly always wrong when it comes to literary awards, so consider yourself lucky indeed if I didn't pick your pick (or your book):

Fiction
Despite the rumor-mill & regardless of the word on the street that Jim Shepard may well take the cake on this one, I am oddly torn between Joshua Ferris & Lydia Davis. I know, two entirely different books. Entirely. Yet I loved them both for equally different reasons.  I also just love the idea of a first-time novelist winning the award. I dig Joshua Ferris as well, whip-smart and funny. Terribly talented. But then winning such an award so early in his career might wreck him, right? And no one wants that. So, who seems more able to withstand wrecking? Davis. For all those who cry "where's the heft" or "but it's almost like a book of poetry", suck it.

Nonfiction
A less difficult category for me, but I've not read all the books in this case, which hardly seems a fair way for me to pick a book.  Fair or not, I'll still make my prediction. While I think Rampersad's Ellison biography should win, I suspect that Hitchens will win for his God book. And I'm okay with that. I think.

Poetry
Now, I love me some David Kirby (who would be mortified, I'm quite sure, to read the seven words I've just used as a lead-in mentioning his work) but I suspect Robert Hass will take it. How could he not? The man was a Poet Laureate.

Young People's Literature (must we be so coy about it? can't we just say Young Adult?) This is a tough call for me. Tough in that I've not read every book, but those I have are wildly different and as I don't write YA, I worry that I don't quite know what the hell I'm talking about here. (Do I caveat much?) My bet is on Felin's Touching Snow.

There you have it. The four books that won't win a lick of anything, if my previous prize predictions bear any weight in the proceeding.  But I hope one of my picks makes it. I think. I'm still terribly torn on the Fiction category, which leaves me feeling less confident as I type.  Let's leave it at that (shall we?), and see what happens tonight.

(Google Reader suck factor: posted at 8:31am PST)

November 14, 2007 in Authors, Awards, Picks | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)

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An Evening With Ondaatje...

Yes, it was my birthday. It is also true that I had no reserved seats for the Ondaatje reading last night. And yet. And yet. A generous litblogger kindly offered me his own reserved seating (thank you, thank you, thank you) for the evening and I had no choice but to attend the reading and enjoy myself thoroughly.  Wow.

It was a late, late night tasting wine and cheese and soppressata at Vertical and I must now dash out for a few early morning meetings (never a brilliant idea after a wine-filled evening) before I can return to give you a proper rundown of the reading.

I will, however, leave you with a few Ondaatje nuggets before I head out:

  • "After two to three years of writing, I've got a first draft."
  • "I don't have a horse named Territorial, but if I did have a horse, that's what I'd name it."
  • Despite the jump-cuts in Divisadero that have been much discussed, Ondaatje feels that it is his most chronological, most straight-forwardly plotted book to date.
  • It is quite, quite clear that Ondaatje was first a poet, then novelist. Every word he reads is music. I could listen to him read his work endlessly. A true, true delight and privilege.

June 13, 2007 in Authors, Birthdays, Readings | Permalink | Comments (2) | TrackBack (0)

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What I'm Reading

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    Zadie Smith: NW: A Novel
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    Because it's more than a pretty (glow in the dark) cover.

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