Showing posts with label Damned. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Damned. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Book Land on Display

Welcome to Book Land.
Sure, we have virtual space here on our wondrous little blog (or as one of our "fans" called it last week, "blob"), on our Facebook page that you should totally follow because at some point Gianna will probably post something vile there (or finally find a mate suitable for my high standards), and with our truly half-assed, hashtag deficient Twitter feed, @AdvInBookLand.  Nothing compares to reality, though, and the virtual world cannot replace the pleasure of holding a book.  Our pals at BookPeople were loony enough to give our little blog project a physical presence within their lovely store, and that endcap display often motivates us to stay focused on our favorite books.  


We spent some quality time--by which I mean that Gianna only made inappropriate advances once--at BookPeople yesterday updating our endcap with some great titles.  The holiday book-shopping season is upon us and these are some great recommendations, some of which will wind up on our year-end best lists.  If you're in Austin, you should make a point of checking out the physical manifestation of our superb tastes at BookPeople, and if you're virtual pals, here are the titles we're highlighting right now.



Texas State Cemetery 
(Gianna)
Our Endcap at BookPeople
You know how when you were younger, you would idolize the cool kids? [I was the cool kids....why are you laughing?] You know the group who were so cool they would hang out at the cemetery, drink, and smoke the Mary Jane? I am here to tell you…it’s not too late! You can be cool and learn about history.

The University of Texas Press has just published the gorgeous photo essay book entitled Texas State Cemetery; it is a really fantastic history. Anyone who is (well … was) anyone is in here. Ann Richards? She is in here! J Frank Dobie? Of course! James Michener? Yep. Bob Bullock? Uh, yeah, what do you think this, is a half-assed book? [It's got to be better than this blog....] Thomas William “Peg Leg” Ward, Ma and Pa Ferguson, James “Jake” Pickle and other people with fun nicknames are buried here too!

What am I saying? I am saying why not buy this book and take a nice, long, stoned stroll around the Texas State Cemetery and finally sit at the cool table? [I prefer to sit alone.] 

Joan Didion
Blue Nights
(Liz and Gianna)
Literary master Joan Didion broke our hearts (or rather, Gianna's, as we know that Liz is heart-free since 1976) with The Year of Magical Thinking, the moving memoir about the death of her husband.  Didion returns this year with the beautiful, grief-stricken, ultimately life affirming book Blue Nights.  After the death of her husband, Didion's daughter Quintana married and then almost immediately fell ill and died.  Where her first memoir told about the death of a spouse, Blue Nights treads even more personal territory with the death of a child.  Blue Nights isn't an easy book, but it is a moving, lovely, haunting, and brilliant book that deserves to be read.

The Sense of an Ending
(Liz)
For once the Man Booker Prize got it right when they named Julian Barnes's The Sense of an Ending the 2011 winner.  A four-time nominee, Barnes is one of the great modern British writers, and his latest book packs a wallop in just 176 pages.  Think Dead Poets Society meets The Graduate.  Three friends at boarding school welcome Adrian, the new, hyper-intelligent boy, into their midst.  When graduation comes, Adrian goes to the top university while Tony, the narrator, follows a standard middle class course.  He dates a girl in college who is altogether hipper than he, and who eventually leaves him...to date Adrian.  As adults, Tony inherits Adrian's journal....which is in the possession of his ex-girlfriend.  A love triangle, a philosophical examination of life and death, and the biggest surprise ending I've ever read make The Sense of an Ending a masterpiece.

Awkward Family Pet Photos
(Gianna)
The ultimate WTF book. If you aren’t familiar with the previous book or website Awkward Family Photos, kids you are in for a treat.  The most disturbing thing about these awkward pet photos is…the worst ones aren’t the animals in people clothing (which always disturbs me), but the more…uh, “serious” shots.  No wait...the most disturbing thing about this book is how undisturbed Liz is by it. I think if she had a tripod and a camera with a timer we would see many photos of Liz and Zorro that would make us feel, well awkward. [...True.]

The Language of Flowers
(Toni, RH Rep and Friend)
Victoria Jones was raised in the foster care system, but she is at the age where she must go out on her own to find a place to live and a job. Her true passion in life is flowers and she was taught the meaning of each one by one of her foster parents. [Never mind that she wasn't taught useful things, like how to cook a cheesy chicken pot pie in the microwave.] When Victoria lands a job in a florist shop and meets a man she cares about, life seems to be going her way.  Then an unexpected discovery throws life out of balance again. Though Victoria is an emotionally fragile woman and she makes mistakes along the way, the novel ends with a feeling of hope and achievement.  [Hope is a cheesy chicken pot pie.  Mmmmm...Pot pie.]

Destiny of the Republic
(Liz)
Every now and then I must honor my history degree and read some non-fiction.  I love great narrative history, and Candice Millard's Destiny of the Republic fits that description.  Millard, who wrote the equally exceptional The River of Doubt, is back to tell the story of mostly overlooked President James A Garfield.  What do you know about Garfield?  You might know he was assassinated.  (Spoiler?)  He was a professor, a statesman, and a crusader against political corruption.  He wasn't even running for President; he rhetorically asked "Who do we want?" at the end of a speech at the convention in which he was supposed to be nominating a colleague for the candidacy and someone in the crowd yelled "We want Garfield!"  Several days later momentum made him the nominee.  On the one hand, you have Garfield, this amazing guy.  On the other, you have cult-living, kooky crackpot Charles Giteau, assassin.  And then you have the medical community and Alexander Graham Bell trying to find the bullet lodged in the still-living Garfield's body.  Tense writing and a great story make this book the perfect gift for the history buffs.

Journals of Spalding Gray
(Gianna)
Spalding Gray was ahead of his time. He was a true genius, a minimalist storyteller,  an advocate of experimental theatre, and a bit of a madman.  He had many personal demons that unfortunately haunted him most of his life, and it may have been a devastating car accident in 2001 that was his last straw. In 2004, Gray jumped from the Staten Island Ferry; his body was found weeks later in the East River. For fans of Gray these journal entries shed light on not only the genius, but of a man struggling with his identity, love, drugs, and the suicide of his mother.  I have written about many books of letters and journals; this is one of the finest. 

Zone One
(Liz)
I've already written about my love for Colson Whitehead's newest book.  The zombie book for smart people, Zone One follows Mark Spitz, the traumatized civilian corps sweeper who works to remove straggler zombies from Manhattan in order to create a free zone for humans.  Mark is a troubled man, a hero, an everyman....but the zombies are coming.  Perfectly pitched, the book starts at a simmer and builds to an amazing, cataclysmic finale.  And I love Colson Whitehead.  He's a terrific writer.  He would take an awkward family pet photo with Zorro and me....Okay, that last sentence might be a little creepy.

Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me?
(Gianna)
Mindy Kaling is the Emmy nominated writer, producer, director, and actress of The Office… you know, Kelly Kapoor, who is Ryan’s on again/off again girlfriend. Mindy started writing for The Office (the only female writer at the time) when she was 24…that’s just two years after graduating from Dartmouth. Sick right? [We hate funny women.  Or rather, we love them, but we're jealous.]

Catherine the Great
(Liz)
I am a Russophile.  I love the literature, the music, the history, the Cossacks, those fur-topped boots, the uniforms of the red army....mmm....Cossacks.... The Romanov dynasty is one of the most fascinating families in world history.  Anyway, Robert Massie is the Pulitzer Prize-winning author of books like Nicholas and Alexandra and he's the premier Russian biographer, and now he's turned his attention to the greatest of Russian monarchs, Catherine.  Readable, thoroughly researched, and beautiful, this biography of Catherine is riveting.

An Unquenchable Thirst
(Gianna)
Still a teenager, Mary Johnson joined Mother Teresa’s Missionaries of Charity Order, taking a vow of poverty and charity. And when I say she took a vow of poverty, I mean she took a vow of poverty.  This is the eloquent story of Johnson as she tries to understand her faith, her true identity, her place in the world, and her complicated relationship with Mother Teresa. 

The Cat's Table
(Liz)
Michael Ondaatje is back with another literary gem with The Cat's Table.  This semi-autobiographical story tells the coming-of-age story of Michael, a boy traveling alone on a ship from Sri Lanka to England in order to join his parents and attend school.  While on the boat he encounters an amazing group of characters, the members of "the cat's table."  On ships you have the captain's table, then the first mate's table, on and on in descending order of importance until you get to the lowest group, the cat's table.  Michael and his on-board friend have the run of the ship and adventures across the world, a journey not to be missed.

Trillin on Texas
(Gianna)
Christopher Hoyt of BookPeople has chosen this as his favorite book of the year and friends…that is all you need to know. 

Damned
(Liz)
Chuck Palahniuk is fearless, and funny, and crude.  His latest novel plays with the notion of teenage coming-of-age stories, particularly Are You There God, It's Me Margaret and The Breakfast Club, except Chuck sets his story in hell.  Protagonist Madison is sent to hell after she OD's on marijuana, and there her adventures begin as she strives to become Satan's right-hand gal.  

Crazy from the Heat
(Gianna)
A beautiful chronicle of twenty-five years photographing Big Bend, by Texas photographer James Evans. Oh, and if that isn’t enough…it's got nudes! 

The Stranger's Child
(Liz)
Okay literary snobs, this one's for you.  You like your fiction filled with elite Brits, complicated characters, references to earlier books, and poetry?  Here you go.  Alan Hollinghurst, though, isn't pretentious.  (We are anti-pretentious here in Book Land.)  Echoing Brideshead Revisited, two college friends visit one's family home for a school vacation.  While there, the guest writes a poem for the other's little sister.  The boys go off to World War I, though, and the poet is killed.  The poem he gave to the little sister becomes a national treasure, the poem that school children for 100 years recite.  Mystery surrounds the poem, its origins and intentions, and the man who wrote it.  Two rival biographers seek the glory of revealing the truth of this story.  Elegant?  Yes.  British fiction of the first order?  Yes.  Fascinating characters?  Yes.  Worth reading? YES.












Saturday, October 22, 2011

Operation Chuck: The Damned Book Night

After reading ten Chuck Palahniuk books in under three weeks, on Thursday the actual Damned event d-day arrived.  I picked up Chuck and his publicist Todd at 8:45 Thursday morning and we joined Lemuria's blog goddess Lisa and my boss Valerie at the Eudora Welty House for a 9 o'clock tour.

Lisa, Liz, Valerie, Chuck, Todd, and
Eudora's niece Mary Alice
Welty house expert Karen Redhead and Eudora's niece Mary Alice White met us there and we received the VIP treatment.  If you're going to Jackson, the Welty House should be on your agenda.  It's close to my version of paradise; books are everywhere, the house is a quaint style with great windows and architectural lines, and there was even a cat out front.  The gardens are lovely too, but I'm sure that I'd just manage to kill the plants.  It didn't even have a shower; just a bath.  You should know by now that I love my soaks.  Also, Eudora's literary awards are under glass so you can't lift her Pulitzer.  Sorry.

Chuck in Eudora's garden.
Chuck seemed to really enjoy the tour.  He likes to view other writer's homes and writing spaces because it helps him connect to their writing.  He spent extra time in the gardens.  The Welty house was an excellent way to begin the day, a bit of quiet that would progressively amp up until the climax that night.

Helloooooooo Nurse!
From Eudora's place we drove to Lemuria Bookstore.  Chuck was treated like a celebrity upon entering the store.  How did this event happen?  Zita, one of the Lemuria booksellers, is the biggest Chuck Palahniuk fan I've ever met.  The first time I met her several years ago, she was reserved until I mentioned that there was a new Chuck book on the list I was selling, and she animated like Wakko Warner spotting Hello Nurse (yes, that's an Animaniacs reference.  I love the Animaniacs.)  When I sold Damned in the spring, John Evans, the buyer and store owner, mentioned that they'd never hosted Chuck.  Joe, the store events guy, added Chuck to their events requests and I talked to Todd, Chuck's publicist.  John and Joe talked up a Chuck event at BEA (Book Expo America), too. Todd thought it was a good opportunity and we set a date.  And then the Lemuria staff went to work.

Chuck books everywhere you
look at Lemuria...including the
Penguin Classics spinner.  Sweet.
Back to Zita.  She is a Chuck Palahniuk super-fan.  Her love of Chuck spread among the staff and when I next visited Lemuria to sell the spring list, it seemed like everyone there was reading and talking about Chuck.  They were talking about Madison, the protagonist for Damned, and they were talking about his older books.  We started talking about event ideas, and about making Damned one of the Lemuria first editions club picks.  When Chuck walked into Lemuria on Thursday, the hug Zita and Chuck shared was one of the best moments I've witnessed in Book Land.  It was perfect.

Damned print made for the big event.
One would have to have been blind to set foot in Lemuria and not to know about the Damned event (and why would a blind person spend a lot of time in a bookstore?).  Chuck books, Damned posters and bookmarks, Damned t-shirts--there was Damned stuff EVERYWHERE.  They featured a display of Chuck's favorite books and authors, you know, for some variety.  I take some secret joy in knowing that other publishers' reps have been walking into Lemuria to sell books and they've been staring at Chuck (and therefore Random House) endorsements for hours.  Yes, I am that competitive.

High School fan.
While at Lemuria, Zita acted as store hostess and helped Chuck sign books and meet-and-greet a class of high school students.  One kid wore a buffalo hat.  Yeah, he's definitely read a Chuck book or two in the past.

After making memories with some high schoolers (get your minds out of the gutter, pervs!), Chuck returned to the hotel, and Valerie, Todd, and I ate lunch and drove to Hal and Mal's, the venue for the evening event. Hal and Mal's is an old warehouse that's been converted into a restaurant and entertainment venue.  The space is huge, and almost all of it was dominated by the Chuck preparations.  Hal and Mal are Zita's uncle and father, and apparently she'd basically lived at the place for the last week decorating for the event.  The effort was obvious.  In addition to the book reading, Lemuria coordinated with other local businesses to make the night a huge JX RX (Jackson Rocks) event in support of local businesses.  From Hal and Mal's to Cathead Vodka, to local artists, to the Parlor Market restaurant, to bands, the community bonded over the event and helped spread the word.
Art show devil--very cool.

In one room at Hal and Mal's, an art show inspired by Damned covered the walls.  Devils and images of hell and violence covered the walls.  If I'd had $1,500 to spare, I would have purchased one of the pieces.  They were all very cool, and the art show was a great idea as a passive way to entertain people (and hopefully sell some local art) before the show started.

Stale popcorn ball.
And then there was the room where Chuck would be speaking.  It's HUGE.  And every part of it was decorated like the hell from Damned, no detail overlooked.  In Chuck's hell, stale popcorn balls and candy are the only foods, and Zita made popcorn balls and hung them from the ceiling.  In hell, The English Patient movie plays round-the-clock.  Done.  Light bulbs were switched for red lights.  Staffers and fans dressed in costumes.  While Chuck was still in the hotel giving phone interviews, Valerie and I took pictures of the empty space and ate a quick dinner in the restaurant at Hal and Mal's, and by the time we left to pick up Chuck and Todd from the hotel, the crowd was already building, two hours before the main event and over an hour before the doors opened.

Packed house in hell.
When we drove back to Hal and Mal's with the author and publicist in tow, we couldn't even find a parking space.  PACKED house.  Chuck and Todd went inside to set up while Valerie and I parked, and then we joined them backstage, where Todd was blowing up an inflatable skeleton and Chuck was inflating a brain.  Chuck likes to play games with his crowds.  I peeked around the curtain and indeed what I saw was my version of hell--hundreds of drinking, rowdy people anxiously crowding a stage to see their literary hero and have a good time.  (I don't like crowds).  John, the owner of Lemuria, introduced Zita, and then Zita introduced Chuck.

Chuck on stage with an inflated brain.
Chuck Palahniuk the performer is the consummate crowd manipulator.  It's fascinating to watch him push them into a raucous frenzy and then instantly calm them with an insight into humanity.  He told a graphic and disgustingly hilarious story about being a candystriper as a 13 year-old Catholic going through confirmation classes, and the lesson learned was both appropriate...and dirty (I'm not going to give it away since Chuck may be using the story at all of his events).  Then he threw out hundreds of inflatable brains to the crowd in a game and generated the hysteria...only to settle the crowd once more as he read an original story written for the tour.  Chuck spoke for over an hour, never letting up.  People pay $60+ for tickets to hear A-List comedians, yet Chuck's performance is so much more than that, and longer, and for the Jackson crowd on Thursday night, free.

Chuck with Madison from
Damned, aka Maggie.
So what's Chuck Palahniuk like in real life?  He's quiet and unassuming and highly intelligent.  He has a wicked sense of humor and a great appreciation for absurdity, but he's also sensitive to feelings and kind.  He's a generous donor for charities including animal no-kill shelters (he's recently donated the coffee table from the movie Fight Club to auction as a fundraiser for The Pixie Project) and he's a champion of other authors and their books.  I talked to him about the animal sex capitol of the world and a zombie convention while we were driving from Eudora Welty's house to Lemuria, but it was a totally normal conversation.  No, really, it was.  He reminded me of some of my most hilarious friends, the kind of guy you want to ask to dinner and the kind of guy who can tell a good fart story over dessert in the hotel after a huge event and long day.

Thank you to the Lemuria staff, the Jackson local businesses, Random House, and Chuck Palahniuk for making the Damned book night possible.  I'm glad that I was able to participate.  It was a great night to be a part of Book Land.
Thank you Chuck, and thank you Zita.

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Operation Chuck: Fight Club

Lemuria Books, Jackson, MS
Chuck Palahniuk has a new novel coming in October, a delightful book called Damned.  Better, Mr. Palahniuk is touring to one of my bookstores, Lemuria Books in Jackson, Mississippi.  Lemuria has never hosted Chuck before and to say the least, they are a wee bit excited.  The store has made t-shirts and posters promoting the event.  They are planning a party with a band, and an art show, and they blog about Chuck every three days or so.  Their enthusiasm is what makes my job fun.  Nothing, seriously NOTHING, is better than an excited bookseller telling people about books they have to read (and buy).  Okay, so maybe chocolate is as good....and I'm sure that Gianna can suggest a few things to do with inmates, but occupationally, book excitement is the best.

I'm still not going to date a convict.  Moving on.

Bookseller Zita sporting
a Damned t-shirt.
So Lisa, the terrific bookseller and editor for Lemuria's blog, emailed me two days ago and asked if I'd write a Chuck-related blog piece for Lemuria since I'm such a big fan.  While I want to support my stores in any way possible, I was confused.  I actually had only ever read about a few samples of Chuck Palahniuk books (reps are supposed to read excerpts of books in order to obtain a taste of the writing and story).  I'm a little crazy, though, and sometimes I suggest ideas without thinking them through completely.  For example, let's say that I suggest that I read all of Chuck Palahniuk's books between now and the Lemuria event on October 20th and then I could write authoritatively about the man's writing.  Never mind that we're talking about, like, a dozen books in 22 days and I have a full time job.  (I don't have a social life...but no, I'm still not going to date a convict.)

I am Liz's Mental Illness and Blurry Eyes.

Chuck Palahniuk
One book down, started this morning, finished tonight.  I started with Fight Club because I saw the movie long, long ago...and I admit I didn't really like the movie much.  I'm not a Brad Pitt fan and the Marla character was one dimensional and the only sympathetic female character (Bob with the man boobs) is killed.

I appreciate that the book Fight Club is slightly different from the movie.  Marla is significantly more compelling in the book, for one thing.  The "twist" is more transparent and far more believable.  And while the idea of Fight Club is about male bonding and the definition of masculinity, there's enough satire to keep me from throwing the book across the room.

I am Liz's outraged Intro to Women's Studies curriculum.

Fight Club is juvenile.  It glories in the vulgar practical jokes and tiny acts of anarchy that pervade the service industries.  It shouldn't be taken as a textbook.  It's one of those books where I think most of the readers take it too seriously and consider it The Catcher in the Rye of the 90's.  The afterward is testament to the ridiculous responses this book has produced, and actually makes me think I might like this Chuck Palahniuk guy.  We'll see.  I have quite a few books to go.

I am Liz's inability to sleep.

I realize that I'm going to be reading a Chuck Palahniuk book about every day and a half for a couple of weeks, and that's on top of the reading I need to do to prepare for my next sales conference.  And that full time job.  (Still no to the convicts, though.)  I don't sleep much.  Filling my time and brain with the unladylike lit of Chuck Palahniuk could rot my brain, but I'll try to chronicle my mental collapse properly.

Next up: Survivor