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Harry Potter Mania Flickers On
J.K. Rowling's slow, inexorable slide out of retirement continues. As we noted a couple of months ago, "For someone who's not writing any more books about Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling sure is doing a lot of dabbling."Earlier this year, we wrote about one of Rowling's post-retirement dabblings, the production of seven handmade copies of Beedle the Bard, a book of "wizarding fairy tales" referred to in the Harry Potter series. Amazon spent $4 million on a copy, and then used it to market a writing contest. Part of the prize, incidentally, was the opportunity "to spend a weekend with the rare and delightful book of fairy tales (security guards included, of course)."Now that prize doesn't look quite so exclusive, as Bloomsbury and Scholastic have made an edition the book available for the masses for just $7.59 and arriving in early December, just in time for the holidays. Amazon is going one further, offering up to 100,000 pricier facsimile "collector's editions," with "a reproduction of J.K. Rowling's handwritten introduction, metalwork and clasp, and replica gemstones," as well as various other accouterments.All net proceeds go to a charity co-founded by Rowling.
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Weird Tales of the Unexplained…
Buzz Poole's Madonna of the Toast documents the mysterious appearance of icons sacred and profane, in rock formations, housewares, and foodstuffs the world over. A potato chip shaped like Bob Hope? It's here. Vladimir Lenin on a shower curtain? Likewise. And it wouldn't very well be Madonna of the Toast without the titular grilled cheese, which - you guessed it - NEVER GOES BAD.Poole has launched a blog where observers of related paranormal phenomena can document their encounters. If you've recently run across a Charlotte Bronte-shaped underarm stain, or a puddle that looks like William Shatner, we can only suggest you head over to the blog and share your experience... Inquiring minds, after all, want to know.
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Remembering John Leonard, 1939-2008
A year and a half ago, when BEA was in New York, Max and I decided, against our better judgment, to attend a panel discussion on the fate of book reviewing. The headliner was the intellectual performance artist Christopher Hitchens. However, we both walked away more impressed by the grit, gravity, and grace of panelist John Leonard than we were by Hitch's charming bloviations.I'd been reading Leonard's "New Books" column in Harper's for years, but I emerged from that panel with a more expansive sense of the man, and promptly dug into his essays of the 1970s and 1980s. Those were years when vernacular brio and moral seriousness were not mutually exclusive - when glibness wasn't held in such high esteem. Like Pauline Kael, Leonard made criticism feel like a vital part of the American intellectual landscape.Moreover, Leonard was a fearless explorer (and often defender) of the new and the unconventional. To name but one example, his last essay for The New York Review of Books (on Michael Chabon's The Yiddish Policeman's Union) was a model of sympathetic inquiry.Leonard's death last week, at age 69, is thus both a substantial loss and a reminder that the life of the mind still matters. Leonard was a great critic. He was also something nobler: a great reader. He will be missed.
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