Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Best of 2011: Gianna's Picks from Publishers We Don't Work For

It’s that time of year when every idiot with a computer posts a Top 10 or Top 20 or God forbid a Top 30 list! Hell, the New York Times Book Review picks 100 notable books. We love that time of year and we too are idiots so we are proud to announce our Top 30 books from either UT Press or Random House....starting the day after Thanksgiving. First, though, we will write up a sweet, little warm-up list of our Top 10 books from other publishers. That’s 40 books people! We will not be posting on Thanksgiving for fear our blog will make you nauseous. You’re welcome. [This blog is better than my cooking. There's a turkey and cheese Hot Pocket I highly recommend!]

Gianna’s List of Best Books from Publishers We Don't Work For [and yes, I know this is grammatically incorrect, but "for whom we don't work" sounds way too pretentious for Gianna's #10 pick]

1. Inside Scientology by Janet Reitman.

I loves me some Scientology.
Oh, full disclosure, I visited the Scientology Center the same month that I first moved to Austin. You have to understand I didn’t know anyone here! I was lonely and someone asked if I wanted to watch a free movie and I mean honestly, I love movies, and free movies? Sold. Turns out, it was overpriced. Anyway, after the “movie,” I was invited up to take a test, like a personality test. Well shit man, I love those too! So about an hour later I find myself sitting at a table in a room with what I assume to have been three homeless men trying to get out of the rain by agreeing to learn about Scientology (not worth it). I was given a test, for what I don’t remember, but I do know I was suppose to tell a story with a paperclip, a rubber band and a tiny block. I said I had to go to the bathroom and never went back. I still get junk mail from them. [This could be because I signed Gianna up for a bunch of mailing lists after she left Random House.] I have called several times trying to get the mail to stop but for all of their wizardly ways…they can’t seem to remove my name from a mailing list. Oh, I didn’t say anything about this book. Reitman’s book is based on five years of research. She interviewed current and ex-Scientologists and had access to confidential documents, all of which she makes completely readable and compelling. I think I read this in a day. So delicious.

2. Bossypants by Tina Fey

I read this and listened to it on audio. I looked like a complete dope walking around listening to this on my iPod, twice doubling over laughing. What is really great about Fey’s book is she covers all the personal stuff (the chapters about her daughter are priceless), but you also get an excellent dose of work related chapters, the ins and outs of comedy writing, her stint at SNL, and of course 30 Rock. This is one of my favorite books from any publisher this year.

3. Crimes in Southern Indiana by Frank Bill

I found this collection of stories at BookPeople here in Austin. I'd never heard of it, nor Frank Bill, but I am a sucker for a good title. I would have to say this is the best blind buy I have made in awhile. Gothic in the best sense of the word, he is in the company of Daniel Woodrell, Flannery O’Connor and a little bit of Cormac McCarthy (think No Country for Old Men). These stories are a force. They are violent and gritty and nothing, I say NOTHING holds this author back. Great read.

4. I Want My MTV by Craig Marks and Rob Tannenbaum

Gianna: Use this picture!
Liz: Who are these people?
Gianna: ...Seriously?  Sheesh.
I remember exactly where I was when I saw "Thriller" for the first time. I was in school. More precisely I was in my school’s gymnasium where they were showing the movie to each class. I still consider it the best day of school ever. Yeah...I didn’t do that well in school. In the vein of one of my all time favorite books, Live from New York, this book draws on a cast of characters to reflect on MTV. Yep, you got your Pat Benatar, your Big Daddy Kane, Lars Ulrich, Mick Jones, George Michael, MC Hammer, Gerardo aka Rico Suave, and all your original VJs. This book was $30 and worth every last penny. You are so lucky, Clint. [Clint is the bookseller at BookPeople who convinced Gianna she needed to read this book.]

5. Life Itself by Roger Ebert

I grew up watching Sneak Previews and then At the Movies with my younger brother. I wrote Roger Ebert off so many times for liking movies I didn’t like, I swore over and over that I would never read or listen to another review. I never stopped. As I got older I learned to respect him (although when he gave a thumbs up to Into the Blue with Jessica Alba…well, I hated him so much for a bit), and it pains me now to see him having to review the latest Twilight movie. Life Itself is Ebert’s only memoir and when you read it you realize how very overdue it was. What an amazing life and what a beautiful writer. The best chapter is on Studs Terkel; amazing.

6. Rin Tin Tin by Susan Orlean

If you don’t cry when reading this book…your name is probably Liz Sullivan. In short, this is a story about America. Rin Tin Tin is what America is supposed to be, the promise of it I guess. It is also about the bond we have with our dogs (and Liz with her cat [Unholy?]), our faithful companions who are the first to greet us and the last to leave us. A couple of really interesting things I learned from this book: first, that dogs as companions is relatively new. It wasn’t until the mid 1900’s that these pizza-eating dogs were even allowed indoors (Is it just my dog that will sneak an entire pizza from the table? She’s a real lady). And second, there were almost a dozen incarnations of Rin Tin Tin. If someone had asked me I would have said maybe two. That’s nine more Rin Tin Tins than Darrens on Bewitched. I have always identified Orlean as the writer who made orchids interesting. She is now the woman who brought Rin Tin Tin back. Well done, Susan; we need him.

7. The Art of Fielding by Chad Harbach

This is it. This is the big American novel of the year. You can have Franzen by the way…I will take Harbach. If you like John Irving (older Irving for sure), or Michael Chabon, and yes, John Franzen…please don’t miss this wonderful first novel. And by the way, if I didn’t love baseball this book would still be on my list…but oh how sweet that this book has that theme. Go Cubs!

8. We the Animals by Justin Torres

I bought this book for three reasons. One, it has a great Dorothy Allison quote on the back. Two, it has a great Marilynne Robinson quote on the back. Three, Michael Cunningham called it "brilliant and ferocious." Personally, I found this 125 page book to be sparse, raw, and heartbreaking [like Gianna's rashes]. You want a book you’ll never forget for under $20, this is it.

9. After the Apocalypse by Maureen F McHugh

As some of you regulars may know, I have a thing for short stories. And some of you may also know…I am at a loss when it comes to the zombie craze. I don’t get it. However, I can now officially say I have read and loved a book (at least a story) that is (kinda sorta) part of the zombie genre. McHugh focuses on the near future, bleak future. Her writing is stark, sleek, balls-out hardcore apocalyptic. My favorite story is “Useless Things,” about a troubled doll maker. Oh, and here is a little snippet from her bio: McHugh has also worked on alternate reality games for Halo 2, The Watchmen, and Nine Inch Nails, among others. That, my friends, is called street cred.

10. Dollhouse by Kardashians

Holy macaroni is this book good. Touche, William Morrow…you landed this big fish of a family. What a coup the Kardashians first novel is (I doubt with writing chops like these it will be their last!). Kamille, Kassidy, and Kyle are the three heroines of this tour de force of a book and boy-oh-boy do they have some conflicts to manage. In fact, I don’t hesitate to say in three different hands of three different sister novelists, this book would have been dead on arrival. However, in these six skilled hands, the multi-talented klan hit a home run. I would be amiss if I didn’t talk about how brave this book is, as it discusses forbidden step-sibling attraction. It goes deeper than the Brady Bunch so hold on tight. The Kardashians dare us to guess if this book is based on one (or more) of their lives! Spoiler Alert! You won’t give a shit.

Monday, November 21, 2011

10 Cool Things: South Congress Books

South Congress Books is a new-ish addition to the Austin, Texas, bookstore environment, but the store has quickly developed the reputation for housing, well, some really cool books. Welcome to the neighborhood, SoCo!

1.    South Congress Books has managed to achieve the holy trinity of good bookstores; modern yet with an old school feel, extremely knowledgeable about books, and they are not pretentious douche bags. Amen.

2.    They specialize in rare, out of print, first editions, (some quite affordable), and they carry new books as well.  Basically if you want it they will get it, so don’t cry. Seriously, don’t cry. If you can’t help but cry Sheri will hold you for up to 15 seconds.

3.    South Congress Books is coincidentally located in the hippest place in Austin…on South Congress. Crazy but true.

4.    Co-owner Luke Bilberry (clearly a made up name right?) seems extraordinarily English…yet he is from Texas. It’s weird, and totally worth a visit to the store to see what I mean. Make him hug you. I suspect he may hate it. [Obviously Gianna is writing this.  Liz would never suggest unwelcome hugging.]

5.    You know who is super cool and shops here all the time? Robert Louis Stevenson! Wait, no Robert Plant … almost as cool as Stevenson…but you can’t have it all. [Gianna: Do you know who that is?  Liz:...Some sort of musician guy?]

Sheri and Luke kicking out their
first customer. 
6.    Yes, they have kids books…very cool kids books, which make excellent gifts.

7.    Co-owner Sheri Tornatore is Italian.  You’ll get that vibe right away.  I dare you to steal from her place….I dare you.

Sheri explains how to turn book pages.
8.    Really nice SoCo t-shirts for sale (too bad the print is slightly different on the white than it is on the black…oh well)

9.    Free Chinchilla with every purchase!

10. Two words: Haunted Bathroom 

Saturday, November 19, 2011

The Local Crusade

Kurt Vonnegut display at BookPeople in Austin.
Allow me (Liz) to start with a disclaimer.  Normally we steer clear of politically charged topics in this space because our passions are generally literary or humorous...or possibly perverse.  We're booksellers at heart, and as such we are also mercenaries.  While we mostly talk about the books we love, both Gianna and I believe that the more important issue is that people are reading, period, and we'll pretty much sell you anything in print.  Even if it's Twilight. (We didn't have to sell Twilight, mercifully.  Not that there's anything wrong with a vampire romance set in high school, or, like, a 200 year-old preying on a high school girl.... but you should totally buy Twilight. I'm Team Jacob!  (I don't really know what that means.)) A literate culture is a thinking culture, and a thinking culture...is more likely to get the joke.  I wondered how many people caught the Of Mice and Men reference in the Saturday Night Live skit last week, for example.  The following entry, however, is influenced by my personal bookselling history and political beliefs, and I do not claim to speak for Gianna, other contributors to this blog (should there be any), or the companies for whom we work.

I'm pretty sure that I see either a tweet or Facebook status update every single day that espouses the foodie movement.  Eat local ingredients, shop at farmers' markets, zucchini tastes better than a Snickers bar, etc.  I am a failing foodie, mostly because I have the palate of a seven year-old.  I watch Top Chef because I like to watch passionate and talented people throw down with the competition...and I like it when CJ's broccolini (I don't know what that is, by the way, or if I even spelled it correctly) comes out of the cooking device looking like cat hackings.  It's the same reason I love figure skating--nothing's better than Sasha Cohen going splat at the Olympics.  The thrill of victory and the agony of defeat!  Excellent.

Where was I?

Tattered Cover in Denver, Colorado.
Foodies. Right.  I don't understand how it is that everyone seems to agree at least philosophically that eating fresh ingredients and consciously shopping from local carrot pluckers is the ethically correct action...and then they don't pay attention to where they buy their other goods.  Just like the rampant and repetitive postings about the importance of local food, I see at least one article a week declaring that books are a dead medium and that all bookstores will fail.  And I'm going to state it, particularly as we head into the holiday season and  national retailers fall over backwards trying to undercut one another: price matters, but source matters more.

Again, I realize that I'm personally invested in buying books from local bookstores because a large part of my job is selling books to these stores.  My job is directly connected to the success of Random House titles at these stores, many of which we feature on this blog (and we'll continue to do so).  The people who work in these stores are my friends.  I want to make sure they keep their jobs.  I also want to see that my community--I identify as both an Austinite and Houstonian, having lived in Austin while working at BookPeople and currently residing in Houston with my Random House job--thrives and doesn't look like every other place in the world of sprawl.  I believe that my money should by-and-large support locally owned businesses and the people who toil in them everyday.  I believe in paying taxes.  Taxes pay teachers and teachers teach reading and readers buy books and book buyers keep me employed.  Hakuna Matata and Circle of Life, etc etc etc.  It matters.  It matters when you buy a toy at a large retailer because you've been told it's cheaper in massive advertising campaigns, and then you decry how manufacturing jobs have been shipped to China.  Who shipped them there?  That retailer, by demanding that manufacturers devalue their goods to the point that sweat shop labor is the only way to produce those toys.  The choices we make as consumers are the differences between failing and thriving, locally, nationally, and globally, as a country.

Square Books in Oxford, Mississippi
The state of Texas, where I reside and whose governor currently claims success for a balanced budget, is bankrupt.  Social services are non-existent, and to maintain the campaign facade of economic frugality, thousands of teachers are now unemployed or face future unemployment.  It'll be interesting to see what happens when all the nursing homes close too and suddenly the people so vehemently opposed to the "liberal" (and I would argue that "liberal" means humanitarian) agenda are forced to wipe granny's butt themselves.  It ruins the aura of McMansion living, you know?  Tax dollars pay for teachers, and they subsidize health care facilities, and they guarantee a quality of life which I think generally everyone supports.  At the same time, in Texas, there is a political battle raging over the issue of collecting online sales taxes.  I admit that I regularly shop online; it's easier to find clothing for my six foot frame and size eleven feet.  I do try to shop from local businesses with an online presence, however, and keep my tax dollars close to home...and not shirk my responsibility of paying those taxes. That's money that pays for the teachers producing future readers who support bookstores who keep me employed so that I can buy stuff from stores, and so on.  It's important. Cheaper is not the only factor in consumer awareness.

The book industry currently is a maelstrom of change.

E-readers became the hot gadget a couple of years ago, instantly changing the ways that publishers and booksellers think about bookselling, and certainly changing the ways that readers think about books.  E-books, by their very nature, are an online market.

At the same time, price wars for physical books among national retailers over the last couple of years have trained consumers that books aren't worth $25 but a fraction of that.  In order to gain a customer following, they've regularly and deliberately sold books for a loss.  Books ARE worth the prices charged.  There are writers, editors, publishers, designers, printers, marketers, sales departments, human resources, warehouse workers, customer service representatives, and booksellers, etc, that all have to earn their livings from that $25.  General retailers that sell a wide variety of products make up the difference in their losses by selling consumers toasters at a higher price; bookstores generally don't have that option.  In order to stay in business, they need to charge what the book's worth, and keeping bookstores open is important because...?  Remember the circle of life stuff earlier?  Money stays in the economy, and we all keep our jobs and granny stays in the nursing home and junior doesn't end up as some illiterate beast-child.

Judith, Tom, and Pippin the dog, at
Octavia Books in New Orleans.
On top of the economic value of local bookstores, though, there is also the social currency.  These are the taste-makers, the local farmers markets of the book world.  They--along with librarians, and some other big mouths in the blog world, and once upon a time Oprah--help consumers find those magical stories that inform our lives.  At some point, a bookseller read Of Mice and Men, recommended it to customers and teachers who began to teach it in schools, where it became a cultural reference point, and last week that bookseller's work appeared in a Saturday Night Live sketch.  Books provide joy, adventure, knowledge, and shape everyday conversations.  They are art pieces for which their creators slaved for sometimes decades (well...not James Patterson, perhaps).  They are important.  And the booksellers largely are the key to finding those diamonds among the thousands of books out there.  You read The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo because your friends read the book, and they read it because booksellers all over the country were saying to their customers, "Check out this book.  I really think you'll like it."

So let's go back to the e-book issue.  Amazon has the Kindle, Barnes and Noble has the Nook, Apple has the iPad, Sony has the Sony Reader, and there are a dozen other reading devices out there.  The e-book world has opened for the other readers, and consumers have the freedom to choose where to spend their e-book dollars.  Most e-readers will support books purchased from Barnes & Noble, but also from Blue Willow Bookshop in Houston, or BookPeople in Austin, or Square Books in Oxford, Mississippi, or Tattered Cover in Denver.  In other words, e-book customers with devices (other than Kindles; Amazon is proprietary) have the ability to continue to support local businesses.

The prices?  In the book world, publishers became concerned enough about the devaluing of e-books by retailers that they established what's known as the Agency Model.  What it means for consumers is that publishers establish the value of an e-book.  When The Blind Assassin e-book is on sale for $5.99 on Amazon, it is also on sale for the same price at BN and Apple and Google E-Books, the e-book provider for the local bookstores who provide an e-book service through their websites.  You as a consumer aren't shopping for cheaper, so you can select where your dollar has the greatest impact to you, your friends, your community.
Some books, like Sondheim's
lyrics collection, don't work
as well in the digital format.

I'm often asked if I read e-books, and if I prefer a format.  I would argue that I read books, and in a variety of formats.  I read hardcovers, I read trade paperbacks (the size most of most of those book group picks), I occasionally read a mass market (the grocery store size), and I read e-books.  I read many manuscripts for work, and it's more cost efficient and environmentally conscious for Random House to post digital manuscripts rather than Xerox thousands of pages for reps across the country.  I also buy e-books occasionally.  And I buy them from a local bookstore.

Several weeks ago I took up my Chuck Palahniuk reading challenge and, for the first time in about four years, I read paper books exclusively.  I delighted in the tactile joy of reading books in this format.  I will always be a book collector; in my mind, my books are a scrapbook of my life, and even if I read an e-book manuscript, I want to own the physical reminder of that book to mark that period in my life.  I want the authors I admire to sign those books, like signing a painting.  I buy my books from local bookstores, though, and I also buy my e-books from local bookstores.  I owe it to my friends and colleagues and my community.

Google provides e-book services
for local bookstores, and for
most e-reading devices.
The book business is notoriously tough, and yes, some bookstores--most notably Borders--have closed.  Ten years ago, bookstores were considered successful if they could make a 2% profit for the year.  Now most stores just pray to stay flat.  The stores that have great customer service and unique personalities, though, are foundations for their communities and some of them are thriving.  I would point back to the food industry.  Think about all the "only x percent of restaurants survive the first year" stats, but also think about the foodie culture that makes restaurants tourist destinations across the country and chefs into celebrities.  Bookstores should be vacation destinations too, and booksellers should be celebrities.  Once upon a time, Oprah could mention a book she loved and millions of people who trusted her taste scrambled to buy her picks.  We have local bookseller celebrities all over the country, and I'd argue that they are far more in tune with the books out there, the gems that enrich our lives--they know you and your towns and they are Oprah on steroids (and often with more tattoos).

As the holiday season approaches, I humbly plead that you consider the greater implications of every dollar you spend.  Give books as gifts, whatever the format, but choose wisely.  The content may be the same, but the book's value varies dramatically.  Become bookies.

Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Julie Otsuka--Little Books, Big Books

Julie Otsuka
The 2011 National Book Award is announced this week and two Random House titles--The Tiger's Wife by Tea Obreht and The Buddha in the Attic by Julie Otsuka--are nominated for the prestigious fiction prize.  I (Liz) had read The Tiger's Wife back in March, and it is generally considered the odds favorite.  I'd overlooked reading Julie Otsuka's work, though, and this weekend decided that I should catch up with one of the books last year's winner, Jaimy Gordon, predicted might be an upset winner.  Being the crazy book fiend I am though (see: Operation Chuck), I read both The Buddha in the Attic and Otsuka's earlier book, When the Emperor Was Divine.

How to read two books in just over 24 hours?  It helps when both books are under 150 pages in length.  I'm not a speed reader--really, I'm not.  I just don't sleep.  I started with When the Emperor Was Divine, Otsuka's earlier book.  Emperor has become a classroom favorite along the lines of Lord of the Flies and To Kill a Mockingbird, and it's not difficult to see why.  This is the story of a family of Japanese Americans who are evacuated to internment camps in World War II.  These characters--a mother, son, daughter, and absent husband who was taken to an enemy combatant camp--are relatively anonymous, archetypal.  The experiences they face are characteristic of those endured during one of the greatest civil rights atrocities in US history, and the absence of character names makes these stories feel universal and profound in their ordinariness.  I was also struck by Julie Otsuka's ability to write beautiful sentences with relatively simple vocabulary.  I'm not a language lover like the wannabe poets out there; my book love usually is character-related.  Still, I noted the vocabulary of this book and the beauty of her sentences.  This is a book that a high school student can read and appreciate, a book that challenges and educates and moves.

After finishing When the Emperor Was Divine, I picked up Otsuka's NBA-nominated, new novel, The Buddha in the Attic.  In one sense, Buddha is a prequel to Emperor, in that the time frame involved begins in 1919 and moves up to the Japanese internment in World War II.  However, while Emperor used a family to relate a more universal experience for Japanese Americans, Buddha uses a different tact.  This is a novel without specifics--it's the story of a whole group of Japanese women who come to the United States as mail order brides.  They are city girls, country girls, educated girls, innocent children, old maids, younger sisters too plain to become geishas.  They come to the US to meet husbands who were allegedly bankers, lawyers, business owners...but who are farm hands, day laborers.  These are women learning to survive in a foreign land.  In 120+ pages, Julie Otsuka manages to capture 25 years of struggle and strength for an entire subset of the population, and again she's captured beauty.  This little book is great.  If it manages to win the National Book Award, I won't be protesting, but even if it doesn't, The Buddha in the Attic is worth reading.

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.












Thursday, November 3, 2011

Generally Horrible Questions: Anne Holman

Anne Holman
In a first for our crappy little blog here, we're expanding beyond our normal territory in order to profile Anne Holman from The King's English Bookstore in Salt Lake City, Utah.  Anne's pretty much the nicest person I (Liz) have ever met, so it's perplexing that she willingly speaks to me since I rarely, you know, have anything nice to say.  Booksellers speak a common language, though, and I have great respect for the people who make careers out of selling books to hungry readers.  Anne is one of the best when it comes to that.  So here we go.  Let's see if we can tarnish this shiny penny with some horrible questions.

1. How did you get into the bookselling business?
My next door neighbor was the editor of the Inkslinger at The King's English. She suggested I talk to Betsy Burton [the boss lady] about a part time job, you know, now that the kids are in school full-time etc. Lucky me I got the job! [Way to hold a woman back from her true calling, America's youth! I can't wait until Zorro leaves home....]
The King's English Bookstore in Salt Lake City, Utah

2. What's the best experience you've had working at the bookstore?
So many but a recent favorite was when a customer came in and bought What to Expect When You're Expecting and The New Pregnancy and Childbirth by Sheila Kitzinger. She said they were a birthday present for her husband and when I asked why, she said she'd found out that morning she was pregnant and I was the first one she'd told. We cried and hugged; nice way to start a bookselling day! [Did I not say that Anne is the nicest person in the world?  Imagine how I would tell this story....] 

3. What book(s) changed your life?
 Skinny Bitch should have changed my life but I neglected to read it.

4. What are you currently reading?
The Voice of the River by Melanie Rae Thon. Love her! [Is this a Random House title?  Maybe I didn't properly explain the rules of this blog.]

5. For Halloween I dressed as A) literary character, B) sister wife, C) sexy kitty, D) absolutely none of your business, E) other.
Professor MacGonagall always and forever.

6. Would you rather....William Shakespeare, William Faulkner, Will Self, William Styron, William Gibson, William Blake, William Butler Yeats, Will and Grace?
Willa Cather [Now this is an excellent choice.]

Willa Cather
is great!
7. What's the biggest lie ever told by a sales rep?
They lie? [...Never.]

8. What's your second favorite bookstore? 
Bookman's Alley in Evanston, Illinois

9. Gianna or Liz? 
Michele Sulka! [Michele is one of the outstanding Random House reps who actually sells books to Anne.]

9. ...Let's try that again. Gianna or Liz?
It was either that or Ron? [Ron Smith is the other outstanding Random House rep selling adult books at The King's English.]
9. ...Seriously? Gianna or Liz?
OK OK it's Liz you know it's always been you! [I don't think Anne even knows who Gianna is.  And she's a better person because of it.]

10. The most depressing book you've ever read? 
Caribou Island by David VannYikes

11. I've never read _____________. And I'm so ashamed.
The Phantom Tollbooth

12. I've read _____________. And I'm so ashamed.
I once read my best friend's diary.  And I’m so ashamed. But it was 35 years ago so what the hey. [Excellent.]
I love this book too.

13. Worst job you’ve ever had. 
A hostess at the Golden Lamb Inn in Lebanon, Ohio. High heels and panty hose. Yikes.

14. I wanted to be a ________________ when I grew up.
A Bookseller--I know but I really did!

15. _______________ is my favorite book ever.
The Thurber Carnival. Just read If Grant Had Been Drinking at Appomattox and you'll know what I mean.