I made it! (Kind of.)

This post brought to you by my Google Image Search for "book champion" this morning.

Pardon me while I applaud for myself.

It's the last day of NaBloPoMo and I only have one thing to say: Ha!

I finished! I missed four days, but I was glorious in the attempt. Or at least, not shameful in the attempt. I even found myself reaching for books more often so I would have something to blog about. While it occasionally was a burden to post every day...

...I'm glad I didn't quit the first time I missed a day. (Or any of the other times.) Congrats to the bloggers who actually finished without skipping a day. You people deserve backrubs, or at least trophies:

So I'm probably going to take the weekend off. I wouldn't say this blog has been sucking away my entire day, but heck, I need to read a little more to have something to write about next week.

Ahhhhhh.

Ayun's long resume (and bonus rant)

Before I launch into today's book review, I have to get a generalized Internet pet peeve off my chest, and I hope you'll forgive me: I HATE Flash! Okay, I don't actually hate the application responsible for wonderful things like YouTube and gorgeous galleries to shop from -- that would just be silly. But since when does every page have to be larded up with Flash bits here, there and everywhere? Like garlic, it should be used in moderation. I know my ancient laptop is part of the problem, but I shouldn't have to wait 30 seconds for a roll-over ad that will tell me how to refinance my mortgage in widescreen (I'm looking at you, NYTimes.com). I have Flashblock installed on my home computer, but I can still tell the whole page is covered with overlapping animations I have to click on and endure to get to the content I want. If you have more than two Flash objects on your page, you're obviously trying too hard.

Okay, enough of that. Last night I finished a book of essays called JOB HOPPER by Ayun Halliday, a zine writer, blogger and (according to the book) former aspiring actress. Each essay describes one past job Halliday had, mostly in the years when she was living in Chicago and trying to make it as an actress. She waitressed and temped, but she also modeled for an eccentric art teacher and his belligerent class, sold hippie clothing at a suburban boutique and conjured up cheap party spreads for an art gallery.

Each essay contains basically the same elements -- descriptions of her coworkers and boss, how she got the job, and typically one primary illustrative anecdote or turn that leads to her departure -- but there's nothing cookie-cutter about her approach. For one thing, Halliday was clearly paying attention to the idiosyncrasies of each workplace, from a secretary's sick fondness for Garfield to the hated number-one salesman at a telemarketing job. You may not have gotten to say "I told you so" after the boss's favorite passed out next to the empty cash register, or accidentally put Art Spiegelman on hold, but the situations Halliday encounters are universal, and she goes out of her way to point out that she was not the perfect employee for these irregular jobs.

If you're feeling bad about your career, read this book; if you've ever had a job you hated, read this book; if you liked Nickel and Dimed, you will like this book even though there's no real moral or overt socio-political drive to it. (Halliday eventually started a zine and became a full-time writer, aided, as she acknowledges in the opening, by the success of her husband's little musical called "Urinetown.") If you're not sold, read this chapter about Halliday's turn as a department-store Bert. (Hey, there's no Flash on that page... go figure.)

ETA: Coincidentally, there's an article in the Times today about a man who is doing one job a week for a year and recording his impressions on a blog. Of course the difference between Sean Aiken and Ms. Halliday is that the former set out to take lots of different jobs on purpose, instead of doing the jobs in the course of his life and later writing about them. Interesting project, though.

Me, Mr. Darcy and a lot of silliness.

Over Thanksgiving I finished the first book in the From the Stacks challenge, Alexandra Potter's ME AND MR. DARCY. Unfortunately, I have to say I do not recommend this book.

Our heroine, Emily, opts to join an Austen-themed bus trip through England over Christmas instead of joining her single friend for a Spring Break-style boozefest. Once she arrives in England, though, the bed and breakfasts are unbearable, each site the same as the last, and the other members of the tour are all old ladies except for an annoying laddie journalist who misses his model girlfriend. Emily's just starting to enjoy herself when, lagging behind on a tour, she is visited by a man who claims to be Mr. Darcy. Yes, the fictional one.

Pretty much any book that references Jane Austen has the opportunity to tap into the themes and common narratives of her work, and her characters, inclined as they are towards marriage, could potentially be read as chick-lit heroines in the making. Unfortunately, this book went out of its way to brand Emily as a nerdy shut-in, and then has her do a series of very stupid things. As the plot threads of her life begin to resemble PRIDE AND PREJUDICE, she seems to be the last one to know it. (I must interject here -- I am an Austen fan, but not a fanatic, and you don't have to be a completist to pick up these references.) And the semi-supernatural elements of the book (I'm wording this carefully so as not to spoil anything) seem to add up to a lesson that is dissonant with the rest of the story. Certainly it doesn't really explain the ending.

There's better chick lit out there than this book. And hey, if you haven't read PRIDE AND PREJUDICE yet... it's not too late.

Next up: Martha Moody's BEST FRIENDS.

P.S.

Instead of updating "On the Nightstand" in the sidebar twice a week, I've replaced it with a Goodreads widget that shows basically the same thing. Let me know if you have trouble seeing it -- it looks fine on my browser, but one never knows. That way I won't have to tinker with the template every time I finish or start something.

No Country Musings

I shouldn't be buying or borrowing any more books right now, but my latest sought-after title is Cormac McCarthy's NO COUNTRY FOR OLD MEN. As I'm a bit of a film buff (which you might have guessed from my recent post about book-to-film adaptations) I can't help but notice the rave reviews that the movie "No Country for Old Men," directed by the Coen brothers (of "Fargo" and "Big Lebowski" fame), has been getting. I don't think I've read a single negative review of it yet, and (though I don't usually check these things) it currently has a 95% positive rating on Rotten Tomatoes. That is Very Good. Like Kubrick good.

But I want to read the book before I see it, which will come as no surprise to you, my loyal 2.7 readers, but shocked a friend of mine who said he never reads the book before watching the movie. He says he doesn't want the book to shade his impressions of the film, and I respect that... but mostly I want to read it because I hear the film is extremely violent. If I know what's coming (even if it means I'll be spoiled a little bit) perhaps I can be somewhat prepared. I've never read any Cormac McCarthy either, so this seems to be a good enough opportunity to do so.

For now, a few reference points: You can read all about Cormac McCarthy at RandomHouse.com or watch the trailer for "No Country For Old Men" here, if (like me) you never saw it in theatres. Roger Ebert's review gave the movie four stars. If you want to know more about the making of the movie, I suggest listening to this podcast interview of costar Josh Brolin. When I do finish the book and see the movie, I'll be checking out this comparison of them by Tasha Robinson, my editor at The Onion A.V. Club.

Will the Kindle render our books into kindling?

Ever since the release of the Amazon Kindle, the new e-book reader to rule us all, I've been looking at the pictures and trying to decide how I feel about it. I don't think it'll change the course of reading as we know it, but whether you're all wired-up or a card-carrying Luddite, it's hard for a reader not to see the appeal of the thing. It holds over 200 books! You can also read blogs on it (perversely, for a fee per blog per month, but I guess someone is willing to pay that)! It's super handy!

Still, because of my twin concerns of cost and version, I won't be writing to Santa and asking for a Kindle for Christmas. The price of the device sounds about right for what it does, but as with the iPhone -- another much anticipated gadget of the year -- you have to consider the hidden costs of using it, which in the Kindle's case means buying books from Amazon if you want to read from it. I shop at Amazon regularly, and to my knowledge have never had a negative experience doing so (even the time they sent me Introductory Welding instead of Inside the PSAT, they were gracious). But I don't buy a lot of new books now, particularly new hardcovers, so being forced to buy everything I read in digital form is prohibitive. If you could use the Kindle to check out e-books -- either from the public library or from Amazon -- for a small fee, I might reconsider, but it doesn't suit my habits.

By version I mean, I'm not a classic early adopter. Certainly the first run of the Kindle is bound to have some problems that later devices might not have, apart from the dangers with any device that it might malfunction when you're out and about. (How scary would it be if your Kindle stopped working on the first day of a two-week beach vacation? And you hadn't brought any other books with you?) Amazon to my knowledge has never released its own device before, and while I'm sure they stand behind it, I want to see what its quirks are before I plunk down $400.

Still, it's fun to speculate on what the Kindle might do should it become a runaway success. Author Meghan Daum wrote in the L.A. Times this week about how the Kindle will make it impossible to tell on sight what one is reading (using the example of passengers on a plane):

Kindle will look like Kindle. You can't glance at it and see the telltale orange spine that denotes a Penguin paperback, or the foil-embossed dead-giveaway of a romance novel. And if you can't read title and author, you can't evaluate your seatmate...As Kindle could be to books, iPods and digital music files are to CDs and records: The intensity, nature and quality of our relationship to music is increasingly hidden from view.

Would you buy a Kindle? What killer feature would convince you to buy one (realistic or not)?

New Year's Eve for the New York Times

So I did a little better on the New York Times Notable Books of 2007 list than I did on PW's year-end foray, but I still wish someone more prominent than I -- perhaps a book critic for NPR -- would come out and say, "Look, nobody has read all these books, so stop feeling like a slacker." Anyway, here are the books on their list I've read:
Thomas Mallon, FELLOW TRAVELERS -- I reviewed this book, recently re-read it and loved it.
J.K. Rowling, HARRY POTTER AND THE DEATHLY HALLOWS (well, of course)
Ian McEwan, ON CHESIL BEACH -- Ah, love, let us be true/ To one another! Oh wait, wrong beach. This book is very short (also quite good), so if you happen to be reading the list and feeling guilty that you haven't read ANY of the most notable books of the year, according to some guys in a smoke-filled room, well--here's your chance. Also fits well in most Christmas stockings.
Tom McCarthy, REMAINDER -- so far, the only overlap I've found from the PW list.
Joshua Ferris, THEN WE CAME TO THE END
Michael Chabon, THE YIDDISH POLICEMAN'S UNION (hooray!)

Also of note, if you are still feeling guilty: One of the books on the list was Pierre Bayard's HOW TO TALK ABOUT BOOKS YOU HAVEN'T READ. Is that editor Sam Tanenhaus winking at us?

Because it goes well with turkey.

"I don't hate blogs any more. I still think they're a waste of my time, but I don't hate them." --my brother (17), as I was writing this post.

Happy Thanksgiving! I hope you partook in some delicious victuals and have since slept it off, if you're not doing so already. I'm at my parents' house for the weekend, and it's been delightfully surreal, but I haven't been online much since the wireless network is a little tetchy and anyways I'd rather be chasing my cousin around and kibitzing with the clan.

I'm thankful for a lot of things, but since this is a book-related space, here's five appropriate ones:

1. I'm thankful for the amazing public libraries I have used over the years, from the one-story brick building where I got my first card at the age of 6 to my current condo-topped branch. The fines, when they accrued, were worth it.
2. I'm thankful my parents let me read almost anything I wanted and make my own decisions about what I liked and disliked from an early age. The only book I can remember being taken away from me was THE FIRST WIVES' CLUB, and I have no idea why -- anyone read it and know what was so objectionable?
3. I'm thankful for the teachers I had who taught me to love reading, and those who tolerated my desire to have my nose in a book constantly even when it wasn't appropriate.
4. And for those teachers who confiscated my books and punished me for reading? I'm thankful I don't have you any more. (Luckily they were few and far between.)
5. I'm thankful for those authors I read over and over, like Tolstoy and Mark Salzman and Jane Hamilton and Margaret Atwood, who take me to places I love to visit again and again.

And now, back to reading on the couch, and thereafter, in bed.

Early Thankfulness

Books I took home with me for my five-day holiday weekend:
- Louis Begley, MATTERS OF HONOR
- Marcia Preston, TRUDY'S PROMISE (for review)
- Rich Merritt, CODE OF CONDUCT (for review)
- Alexandra Potter, ME AND MR. DARCY (From the Stacks)
- Mark Helprin, FREDDY AND FREDERICKA (From the Stacks)
- Michelle Sawyer, THE IMMACULATE CONNECTION (for review)
- Martha Moody, BEST FRIENDS (From the Stacks)
- Jeffrey Frank, TRUDY HOPEDALE

And that's all the blog post I have in me today, because it's cold in the house and I'm going to scare up some blankets and read some more.

Clear eyes, full hearts--can't lose.

I've been making my way through the first season of "Friday Night Lights" on DVD lately and, as forecast, I've really been enjoying it. I expected to, having loved the Buzz Bissinger book and Peter Berg movie of the same name, but I was still skeptical enough to miss it on original broadcast. Although the series is a fictional adaptation of the nonfiction book, watching the Dillon Panthers as they go through their season makes me want to go back and revisit the Permian Panthers of the journalistic work.

Here are a few of my favorite book-to-movie adaptations:

"Le Divorce" (2003)--There are plenty of adaptations better than this one, but the movie accomplishes the flirty-chick-lit-meets-serious-themes transfer even better than the book by Diane Johnson does. Whether it's the seductive Merchant-Ivory production values, the small but memorable roles of French actors like Leslie Caron and Romain Duris or stars Kate Hudson and Naomi Watts as expat sisters, this movie is incredibly rewatchable.

"About a Boy" (2002)--Hugh Grant at his most unlikeable, but also at his most compelling as a toxic bachelor who becomes attached (in a non-cloying way, promise) to a much-picked-on kid who shows up at his apartment one day. Fun fact: The young actress in this movie who plays Hugh's new friend's school buddy has another role in a book-to-movie adaptation--she played Nymphadora Tonks in last summer's "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire."

"Wonder Boys" (2000)--Okay, so it disappeared from theatres, made almost no money and has kind of been lost to the ages. But again, strong performances from Michael Douglas as a drugged-up professor, Tobey Maguire as a weird maybe-prodigy in his classes, Frances McDormand as the school dean and Douglas' lover and so on really bring the Michael Chabon book to life, and make me eager for the forthcoming adaptation of THE AMAZING ADVENTURES OF KAVALIER AND CLAY.

So what's your favorite book turned movie?

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What will drive them to a book?

If you keep up with entertainment news at all, you're probably aware of the Writers' Guild of America strike which began two weeks ago. Ironically I was on the verge of starting a television blog with my friend D. when the writers started striking, but make no mistake, I'm not mad at them. I think they're completely justified, but I won't bore you with my (warmed-over and third-hand) analysis. Suffice to say, both parties are headed back to the negotiating room next week to talk about things like new-media residuals, and I think that's a good thing.

Since the mainstream media is hardly covering the strike at all, I get most of my news from blogs like Deadline Hollywood Daily (run by L.A. Weekly columnist Nikki Finke) and United Hollywood (pro-strike site). The other day, someone posted an item that in an earlier version of myself would have made me very happy: A TV fan going cold-turkey on iTunes downloads and streaming Internet video suggested forming an online classic-book club for fans who, due to the impending end of new episodes in the 2007-2008 season, suddenly have a lot of time on their hands. (And considering that according to NPR the average American watches 29 hours of TV a week, that amount of time may also constitute "a crapload.")

Now, I love anything that gets people reading, and I don't have to go on my soapbox to explain why. (After all, the 3.7 of you who read this are already readers anyway.) But I can't delight in the strike simply because it might force some former viewers to seek out alternate forms of entertainment, because I am not anti-television like I once was. I love "The Office," eagerly await "Ugly Betty" and am delighted by "The Daily Show" on a weekly basis. And I don't think the strike will mean most people watch less television; they'll either watch what's still on (don't forget, media juggernaut "American Idol" starts in January when the midseason replacements are supposed to be starting) or they'll turn to Netflix or Blockbuster to get their scripted-show fix. Still, it's nice to imagine a world where a country-wide turn toward books would at least get the Writers' Guild and the producers' union back to the table--where books could constitute such a threat to the status quo.

If you need some TV-related writing to tide you over during the strike, I recommend Sally Koslow's LITTLE PINK SLIPS, a dark comedy in which a network star wreaks havoc on the plans and dreams of a magazine editor; Marshall McLuhan's UNDERSTANDING MEDIA, a classic analytic work which discusses the way people respond to various forms of content delivery; and Tova Mirvis' THE LADIES' AUXILIARY, about a community of Orthodox Jews in the South who don't watch TV. (I guess I cheated with that last one, but hey, if you want to be truly scared out of your habits, reread BRAVE NEW WORLD or A CLOCKWORK ORANGE.)

NaNoGuiltMo

I lost NaBloPoMo. I could have kept it up, and I didn't. Is it worse if I feel bad about it, or if I don't? Anyway, I was rather sorry about it, but I'm not any more. Take that, Internet! I can still post until you explode!

Anyway, I had my reasons, but they are super boring and not worth a post. I will say that I went to my second favorite book source after BookMooch* this weekend, the Strand Bookstore here in New York. For you non-New Yorkers, it's a giant musty shop of dreams that looks like the bookstores in books. It can be a little intimidating on first visit, but last time I was there I confused R. Crumb and Art Spiegelman and no one even bothered to kill me. (Ask Sarah, she was there.)

The Strand periodically puts out carts of $1 books in which one can find many treasures, and also dusty stacks of the sad unloved tomes of our age (Rudy Giuliani's LEADERSHIP, anyone?) Within minutes I had immediately pulled two near-pristine hardcovers, Norris Church Mailer's CHEAP DIAMONDS and Galt Niederhoffer's A TAXONOMY OF BARNACLES. (I had actually read the first chapter of the latter in a library somewhere, but always meant to get back to it.) After a pass through the indoor selection, including the half-off review copies in the basement, I approached the counter with my two books. The checkout woman scanned the Mailer (yes, that's Norman Mailer's wife's novel) -- $1 -- and then the Niederhoffer -- $12.47. Apparently, even though I found it on the dollar cart, it was a review copy and therefore officially too good to be true. Normally I would have fought it -- it was on the dollar rack, so it should be a dollar, too bad! Then I remembered I had a non-New Yorker guest in town, so I meekly took my remaining $1 book and carried on to the East Village. Those dollar carts... they're more dangerous than I thought.

I also picked up three library books this weekend, Cheryl Mendelson's ANYTHING FOR JANE, Andrew Trees' ACADEMY X and Ayun Halliday's JOB HOPPER. Thanksgiving is coming, so it is time to return to the burrow from whence I came (or it will be on Wednesday). Hopefully I will get a lot of reading done when I'm not watching the "Godfather" trilogy with my sister. Don't laugh, we have actually planned to do this.

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*for the record, my bronze-metal favorite source for books is Amazon Marketplace, especially if you're looking for a popular book which may be listed for $0.01. That's about $4 with shipping, but even so! But I have found this less useful as I save my list of books I want to read on Goodreads, and not on my Amazon wishlist.

The Stacks Strike Back

Early this morning (before I went to bed last night) I had my first instance of NaBloPoMo panic. I couldn't remember if I'd posted at all on Wednesday, and I thought, "Oh no, I failed! I couldn't post every day!" I guess that last entry was sort of a sleeper. (Har.)

At any rate, I've made it halfway through November, and even though the hardest is yet to come (Thanksgiving, when I'll probably be separated from my laptop) I will continue to forge ahead. Everyone is writing about the National Book Awards today, but I don't have a lot to add about that. Instead, I'm signing up for the From the Stacks Challenge for the second year.

Longtime readers might remember I didn't do so well on the challenge last year. I finished three out of my five self-assigned books, but I haven't ever gone back and read those other two. The good news is that I enjoyed the books I did read and enjoyed two of them so much that they have joined my permanent library. So I'm hoping that this year I will actually read all my books and discover some new favorites as well. That said, I'm cheating a little; the first three books on my list are books I started and have been sitting on my nightstand for at least three months. Will I have to start them over? It's possible, but they do give me a wee leg up, so there you go.

Here's my list:

1. Michael Gross, 740 PARK
2. Mark Helprin, FREDDY AND FREDERICKA
3. Alexandra Potter, ME AND MR. DARCY Read all about it!
4. Laurie Graham, THE FUTURE HOMEMAKERS OF AMERICA
5. Martha Moody, BEST FRIENDS
6. Lesley Lokko, SAFFRON SKIES

I almost put Vikram Seth's SACRED GAMES on the list, because it looks amazing and the person who lent it to me loved it, but then I remembered it was a thousand-page hardcover. So we'll see on that one.

Actually, this could not come at a more inconvenient time as I was planning to go book shopping at the Strand this weekend with a very special weekend guest, but maybe I can pick out early Christmas presents instead of splurging on myself. On the other hand, BookMooch is down for a few days as the wizard behind the curtain tinkers with it, so I can focus on reading the books I have instead of mooching new ones.

Newspapers for blankets?

Reading in Bed
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I haven't been sleeping much lately. I'm going through one of those phases where it takes so long to fall asleep, there doesn't seem to be a point in going to bed early, because when I do I inevitably end up lying there with my eyes locked open... but when I go to bed late, it takes me just as long plus I'm too tired to do anything else.

When I get extra-crispy desperate and tired I read "expert advice" on sleeping, and two rules always stick out: Limit your caffeine consumption, and limit your non-sleeping time in bed. Coffee maybe I can cut slightly back on, but bed is hands-down my favorite place to read and has been since I was a little kid. (This may also have something to do with the fact that I don't have a couch. My dish chair is nice, but not the same.) As far as sheer hours, though, I probably read more on the subway these days.

Where are your favorite places to read? (Extra credit if you recognize where my title comes from.)

Terrible, But Guessable

On the advice of my sister, to whom I mentioned I was reading THE TURN OF THE SCREW, I rented "The Innocents," a 1961 adaptation of Henry James' novella, from Netflix over the weekend.

I recognize in it a lot of horror-movie clichés of today -- the strategic placement of creepily lifelike figures, for example, and the scary little kids who know everything and seem complicit with what's going on. And while I didn't find the movie all that scary (probably because I already knew the plot), there are a few very disturbing images from it which will stay with me. I thought the ending in particular was incredibly well shot, but there's an inherent power to shooting a horror movie in black and white which I believe you really can't get in color, even with a severely restricted pallet.

I was a little disappointed, though, that they didn't include more of James' lines from the book. I know I only notice this because it's so fresh in my memory, but I was listening for some that never came. Still, if you like creepy movies, it may be worth a rental.

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