I’ve returned from my trip home with lots of booty. Many of these books have been added to my reading queue, which has swelled to encompass the entire length of the shelf on which it sits. Time to get reading. For Christmas I received a couple of military histories by the venerable brit, John Keegan, The First World War and Intelligence in War: Knowledge of the Enemy from Napoleon to Al-Qaeda. I’m excited about both of these. I know little of the details of World War I beyond that it was a gruelling and brutal trench war. I think I mostly know this from reading All Quiet on the Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque when I was in high school. The second is interesting because the issue of intelligence seems to have recently become much more important to national defense than firepower and bombs. I also was gifted a copy of John McPhee’s book-length panegyric to the American shad (The Founding Fish as it were), a topic that would shatter me with boredom were it not for McPhee’s otherworldly ability to write engaging, entertaining prose about any topic under the sun. My mother continued her tradition (one that has proved rewarding over the years) of giving me a serendipitous art book. This year’s selection was Juan Munoz. I know next to nothing about Munoz, but, as is often the case with these art books that my mother gives me, I’m sure I will suddenly notice his work everywhere and by the year’s end he will have become one of my favorite artists. My birthday rolled around, too, as it so often does, a mere eleven days after Christmas, and some more books came my way. You could count the number of poetry books I have on my book shelves on one hand, but with the addition of C. K. Williams National Book Award Finalist, The Singing, which includes one of my favorite poems from recent years, “The Hearth,” I now have one more. I also was presented with a copy of Scott McCloud’s fascinating meta-comic about comics and why we can’t help but love them, Understanding Comics. Hope everyone had a great holiday, as for me, I had a blast, but I’m happy to get back to the grind, so to speak. Expect more soon, I’ve got lots to write about at the moment.
If you hear kids throwing the word "book" around a lot more than you're used to, don't assume that a new literary craze is sweeping the land. According to some cultural observers, "book" is becoming a substitute for "cool" thanks to the pervasive influence of text messaging.As some of you are no doubt aware, when the "T9" predictive text function is activated your cell phone will try to guess the word you're typing as you key it in on those frustrating number keypads. As it turns out, when you try to type in "cool" - that is, 2-6-6-5 - phones will, by default, suggest "book," and, according to some, the kids are running with it, and "book" has become another word for "cool." So, all you teachers out there, your work is officially done. Books are now cool, literally. (via Zorn)
Book bannings at elementary school libraries are so commonplace as to barely be newsworthy it seems, but I did find the furor over gay penguins in North Carolina to be amusing. The fuss is over a book called And Tango Makes Three about a pair of male penguins at a zoo in (where else) New York City, who adopt a baby penguin."My Two Dads" this is not, however, as some felt it promoted homosexuality. So much so, according to the AP story, that school officials jumped the gun and removed the book from shelves without putting it through the formal review process, which must be triggered by parents actually requesting that the book be removed. I can just imagine school officials checking their watches glumly, wondering when the parents will finally arrive with their pitchforks and torches. My favorite part of the story, though, is that the AP calls the tale of this penguin family a "controversial but true story," as if it's so outrageous (gay penguins!?) that some nefarious person must have made it up.
When I started a book blog two and half years ago, I had no idea I would be paying such close attention to the activities of Oprah Winfrey, but here I am, again. The truth is, when I worked at a book store a few years ago (and not a very Oprah-friendly one, mind you) her influence on book sales and mainstream book culture in America was evident on a daily basis. With a few reservations, I applauded Oprah's decision to highlight "classic" novels, because it put these essential books into the hands of readers who might not otherwise be drawn to them. Now it appears as though this phase of Oprah's club has ended, and her gaze (which can bestow millions upon an unsuspecting author) has fallen once again upon the living. She says that she was "moved" by a letter signed by various living authors asking her to consider contemporary books once again, but perhaps, with the Summer of Faulkner, the "classics" experiment had simply run its course.Even if it hadn't been preceded by the Faulkner books, the current selection, James Frey's addiction memoir A Million Little Pieces would be a disappointment. While entertaining (I'm told), it's the switch to non-fiction, and more importantly, confessional memoir, that bothers me. Oprah's entire show is a confessional memoir. Her guests are invited on the show to pour out their souls so that viewers can cry along with them, and Oprah joins in. While previous picks, classic or otherwise, take us out of Oprah's world and into a narrative created by the author, books like A Million Little Pieces are indistinguishable from the content of her show, all of which makes this choice seem incredibly self-serving. Perhaps she'll get everyone to read a self-help book next.Several other bloggers have already weighed in: Scott, Annie, Authorstore
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In its never-ending roll-out of new features and incremental redesigns, Amazon has introduced "Author Stores," which Amazon calls "new corners of our bookstore dedicated to offering customers a new way to browse and shop favorite authors, discover new books, and more."Basically, Amazon has created dedicated pages for several hundred authors. It's a nice little navigational upgrade since it is sometimes difficult to get a sense of an author's oeuvre using Amazon's search, though for Author Stores to be a truly useful navigational tool, Amazon would need to create them for many thousands more writers.The Stores themselves are moderately interesting. At their most bare bones, Sherman Alexie's, for example, the Stores offer just a list of the books the author has written. Stephen King's, on the other hand, offers more substantial diversions including a video of the author himself. It will be interesting to see how much Amazon expands these stores and whether the features Amazon promises to add "in the months to come" will be genuinely unique or just more repackaging of content.Meanwhile, LibraryThing's author pages are far cooler, with lots of meta-data and interesting tidbits supplied by LibraryThing's active community. By way of comparison, here is David Mitchell on LibraryThing and on Amazon.