Archive: January 2010 (21-30 of 31)

Jan 19 2010 10:36 AM ET

Newbery and Caldecott winners announced

Categories: Awards, Children's Books

The Newbery and Caldecott winners were announced yesterday in Boston, and I could not be happier with the winners. The Newbery – which is awarded to the best children’s literature – went to Rebecca Stead’s When You Reach Me, a twisty, marvelous, utterly original mystery starring an intrepid 12-year-old detective named Miranda; the Caldecott – which goes to the year’s best illustrated book – went to Jerry Pinkney’s The Lion and the Mouse, the classic Aesop’s fable rendered wordlessly and simply, in beautiful watercolors. Pinkney, who has never won the Caldecott, had been a heavy favorite. I was rooting for him: He lives in the same small river town that I do, well north of New York City on the Hudson, and I often see him about town; he researches his books in our local library, speaks there, sometimes displays his art there. Libba Bray took the Michael J. Printz award — given for excellence in YA fiction — for Going Bovine, which I loved, loved, loved. (It’s about a teen with mad cow disease.) And talk about another coincidence: Libba and I grew up in the same dusty Texas town, and even went to the same high school. It feels funny to have a personal connection to not one but two of the winners.

No other literary awards connote excellence like the Newbery and the Caldecott, which were initially created so that people would take children’s books as seriously as adult books. As writer Elizabeth Cosgriff has pointed out that “although [the Newbery] itself does not include a monetary payment, it can double the sales of the book, as well as increase sales of the author’s other books. It will also keep the book alive. The average shelf life (time in print) of a children’s book today is eighteen months. But of the seventy-seven Newbery medal books, seventy-two are still in print today, including the second recipient, The Voyages of Doctor Dolittle, published in 1922.”

Jan 15 2010 02:56 PM ET

Celebrity audiobooks: The good and the bad

Categories: Audiobooks

I’m not usually the biggest audiobook fan, except for when I’m driving ever since that terrible time I tried to balance The Stand on my steering column, but even I know that much of the effectiveness of cassette-tape oration is dependent on who’s doing the reading. Jeremy Irons, for example, could read a bound collection of Chinese takeout menus and I would find it engrossing. Sylvester Stallone narrating Jane Eyre, or Fran Drescher narrating anything, not so much. And it’s probably a plus that Stephen Hawking didn’t do his own Brief History of Time.

The good people over at the website Whose Voice Is That? have put together a helpful list of the best and worst matches of celebrity lector to material. For example: “Not Scary Enough: Joe Mantegna reads Stephen King’s Thinner”, “Too Scary: Willem Dafoe reads Stephen King’s The Langoliers.”

I think an audiobook’s success also depends on the listener’s own situation. Harlan Ellison’s “Repent, Harlequin!” Said the Ticktockman read, or more likely frantically yelled in 324 voices, by Robin Williams is probably not good if you’re trying to relax. Conversely, listening to James Earl Jones read the Bible while operating heavy machinery would be dangerous both to yourself and those around you. And while Christopher Walken may be a good fit for something like this, something like this doesn’t work as well.  Oftentimes the best person for the job isn’t a celebrity, per se. Jim Dale has done a fantastic job with the Harry Potter series, while Brad Pitt only detracted from Cormac McCarthy’s beautiful All the Pretty Horses by pronouncing “jefe” like it was a brand of peanut butter. What do you think? Are there any celebrity/book match-ups you think are just crying out to be made a reality? Any that should never, ever, under any circumstances, come to fruition?

Jan 14 2010 09:00 AM ET

'Mad Men' costume designer to release style book

Categories: Fashion book, Mad Men, TV

Are you more a Betty, a Peggy, or a Joanie? Mad Men costume designer Janie Bryant is hoping to help you answer that question with a new style book that will offer fashion advice to women on “how to tap into their inner ‘leading lady’” It’s all the best parts of being a gal in the Mad Men universe without all that pesky sexism.

The book, which the Emmy winner has written with fashion journalist Monica Corcoran, will delve deeply into vintage couture, including that of screen icons from Clara Bow to Brigitte Bardot. But it’s not all cloche hats and pleated sundresses. “It’s great because it’s not just saying you should look like a costume character,” says Karen Murgolo, who’s editing the as-yet untitled book for Grand Central. “It teaches you how to take elements from whatever decade you love and put it into your modern dress.” The book is due in bookstores this fall and I’m sure the ’60s will stay cool till then. My only fear is that if we keep going at this rate, it’ll only be 20 more years before leg-warmers and paint-spatter designs are the new classy retro-cool. [Shiver]

Jan 13 2010 11:46 AM ET

'Mr Skin's Skincyclopedia': Everything you wanted to know (or didn't) about naked actresses

There are a lot of things you could say about the second edition Mr Skin’s Skincyclopedia, a spin-off tome from the Mr. Skin website which catalogs big-screen female nudity. You could say, for example, that the book treats women like pieces of meat. Or you could say that it appears to have been penned by an overexcited 13-year-old boy who thinks the female chest area is both the most exciting, and the most hilarious, thing on the face of the planet. Thus, the entry on Nancy “Bart Simpson” Cartwright’s semi-nude appearance in the 1985 movie Flesh+Blood runs, “Ay caramba, it’s Bart Simpson’s have-a-cow udders!” Yep, we’re not exactly talking Gore Vidal here. Then again, the great man of letters did pen the original script for the notorious 1979 soft porn extravaganza Caligula in which, according to the Skincyclopedia, Helen Mirren reveals both her breasts and her nether regions in the same shot (though “nether regions” is not the book’s preferred nomenclature).

But the one thing you do have to admit about the Skincyclopedia is that it is thorough. Shannon Tweed, for example, may not be the brightest star in the Hollywood firmament. That hasn’t stopped “Mr. Skin” from detailing her extremely long history of flashed flesh in such projects as 1989′s Lethal Woman (“Breasts”), 1993′s Indecent Behavior (“Breasts, Buns”), and 1998′s non-Oscar-laden Shadow Warriors II: Hunt for the Death Merchant (“Breasts”). Moreover, while you can call the book sexist, you’d have a harder job criticizing it for ageism. True, the cover may scream “Younger, hotter and with over 350 new actresses,” but space is made for an entry on Jessica Tandy who, at the age of 85, appeared in 1994′s Camilla and displayed “tons of a– and a hint of breast as (she) goes for a naked swim with Bridget Fonda. It looks like she’s already been in the water for quite a while…”

Alas, Tandy died shortly after making Camilla and thus never saw her entry, jammed between Patricia Tallman (whose “SKIN-fining Moment” comes 46 minutes into 1981′s Knightriders, when she “shows her boobs from the semi-safety of the trees”) and Wei Tang (who, an hour and 32 minutes into 2007′s Lust, Caution “goes all the Wei with a guy in bed and gives us amazing, clear, well-lit looks at her frontal flesh! A skinstant classic!”).

Perhaps that’s just as well.

Jan 12 2010 12:20 PM ET

Tolstoy will do the robot in the next Quirk Classic

Quirk Books, the folks who brought you Pride and Prejudice and Zombies, its prequel, and Sense and Sensibility and Sea Monsters, have moved on from bloodying the frock of Jane Austen and set their sights on a new author: Leo Tolstoy. No, the company’s fourth augmented classic isn’t going to be War and Pieces of Brain, nor will it be The Undeath of Ivan Ilyich.

It’s Android Karenina, which will transpose the tale of Anna Karenina to a steampunk-inspired alternate 19th-century world of cyborgs, robot butlers, and space travel. S&S&S scribe Ben H. Winters will be helping to mechanize the original text, and the new quirkified version (the cover, at left, has yet to be designed) is set for release in bookstores this June.

I think these changes can only make a tragic tale more tragic; poor Anna never did well with steam-powered locomotion, and now she’s surrounded by it. No word on whether she’ll be bionically rebuilt following the ending, though. It’s good that this series is branching out to other authors, even if Tolstoy doesn’t exactly inspire the same Sunday-reading-group fervor as Ms. Austen. What say you, Shelf-Lifers? Do you like your Russian literature automatized?

Jan 12 2010 11:48 AM ET

Game Change: The EW Review

I wasn’t sure what to expect when I picked up Game Change, but it wasn’t this: a rollicking, profane, funny, incredibly detailed account of the 2008 campaign. Here’s my review:

Journalists, pundits, and bloggers have all chewed over the 2008 presidential campaign so thoroughly, so relentlessly, that there would seem to be little meat left on the bone. But two veteran political reporters – New York magazine’s John Heilemann and Time’s Mark Halperin — have found plenty of fresh dish, and they’ve served it up in Game Change: Obama and the Clintons, McCain and Palin, and the Race of a Lifetime.

What makes their book different from others, and so riveting, is the depth of their material–some of it obtained the old-fashioned way, through dogged investigative reporting, and some of it courtesy of their innumerable sources, such as Patti Solis Doyle, Hillary Clinton’s onetime campaign manager. But don’t be fooled: This is no dry history. In fact, in places it reads less like a campaign memoir than like a Jackie Collins novel, packed with seamy details about extramarital sex and screaming arguments. Its pages brim with scandalous tidbits: John Edwards refuses to take responsibility for Rielle Hunter, demanding furiously of a young aide, “Why didn’t you come to me like a  f—-ing man and tell me to stop f—ing her?” Elizabeth Edwards, furious at her husband’s infidelity, dramatically rips open her shirt in an airport, and calls a staffer in the middle of the night: “Get me out of here! I’m not campaigning for this a–hole another day!” John McCain alternately screams obscenities at his wife, Cindy, and refuses to take any interest in the nuts and bolts of his campaign: “He really just didn’t give a s—. The details made his head hurt.” Barack Obama sometimes comes off as moody and difficult, at times almost undone by his cocky self-assurance. “I’m LeBron, baby,” he once told a reporter. “I can play on this level. I got some game.” Interestingly, the one person you’d expect would fare poorly here–vice-presidential candidate Sarah Palin–gets a pass. Though the authors duly report that “some in the upper echelons of McCainworld began to believe that Palin was unfit for higher office,” they say bluntly that “the McCain people did fail [her]…. They amassed polling points and dollars off her fiery charisma, and then left her to burn up in the inferno of public opinion.”

Game Change isn’t perfect. The authors obviously have sources in pretty high places (a couple of conversations between the Clintons are recounted verbatim, including a fascinating one on a beach in Anguilla), but without a bibliography, it’s hard to identify them all. (That said, there are a lot more people on the record here than in, say, a Bob Woodward book.) The tone can shift, a little disconcertingly, from elegant description to profanity-laced staccato in the space of a line or two (people are constantly going rips— or apes—. There’s a lot of s— in Game Change). And Heilemann and Halperin are guilty of some pretty mean-spirited caricature, even if it is dead-on. Clinton is “resplendent in fire engine red and wearing a rictus grin” at one event; Rudy Giuliani, when challenged, “would bare his cartoonishly big teeth.” But these are pretty minor quibbles. This is a must-read for anyone interested in the cutthroat backroom hows and whys of a presidential campaign — especially this presidential campaign, filled as it was with scene-stealing characters and bad behavior, and memorable for all kinds of reasons that had nothing to do with Obama’s skin color and everything to do with his impeccably run grassroots organization. And it doesn’t hurt that Game Change reads more bodice-ripper than Beltway. A-


Jan 12 2010 10:40 AM ET

Talking Books: Week of 1/11

Categories: Misc.

To make sure we’re all on the same page, here’s where the writers will be this week:

1/12

Paul Ingrassia, Crash Course: The American Automobile Industry’s Road from Glory to Disaster, on The Daily Show With Jon Stewart (Comedy Central, 11 p.m. EDT)

Raj Patel, The Value of Nothing: How to Reshape Market Society and Redefine Democracy, on The Colbert Report (Comedy Central, 11:30 p.m. EDT)

1/13

John Heilemann, Game Change: Obama and the Clintons, McCain and Palin, and the Race of a Lifetime, on The Colbert Report (Comedy Central, 11:30 p.m. EDT)

Jan 7 2010 04:50 PM ET

Tell us your six-word memoirs!

By now, you’ve probably heard of Smith Magazine‘s six-word memoirs. After all, last year, the magazine released a best-selling compilation – Not Quite What I Was Planning — that included pieces from readers and famous folks alike.

But if you aren’t familiar with the concept, here’s a little debrief: The six-word memoir is said to be rooted in a bet between Ernest Hemingway and a friend — supposedly, the author claimed he could write a short story in just six words. (He won with “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.”)

After drafting folks like Amy Sedaris and Chuck Klosterman for its first book, Smith Magazine has recruited a new crop of celebs and unknowns for a new collection of six-word memoirs, It All Changed in an Instant (on stands now). Which celebrities? The book includes pensive memoirs by the likes of Molly Ringwald (“Acting is not all I am”) and clever pieces by the likes of James Frey (“So would you believe me anyway?”). (The L.A. Times books blog even asks of those latter six words: “James Frey’s best work?”) Sarah Silverman, Art Spiegelman, Margaret Cho, and others also penned pieces for the books.

Now, what we want to know is, what would your six-word memoir be? I feel like mine would go something like this: “What is life without the DVR?”

Your turn, ShelfLifers!

Jan 5 2010 03:57 PM ET

Famous authors and their possible pets

T.S. Eliot was a big fan of cats, and Charles Dickens kept a beloved raven named Grip which he had taxidermied upon its death, so literary pet-owners are nothing new. However, a very clever someone over at AbeBooks’ blog put together a hilarious look at some possible pairings of author and animal that exemplify the commonly held belief (even by psychologists) that pets resemble their owners and vice versa. My personal favorite juxtaposition of the bunch is the white-maned and -bearded Walt Whitman with an Old English Sheepdog.

We liked this idea so much that we put together a couple of our own. Some pairings that I hoped for didn’t pan out. George Orwell’s face does not possess the porcine properties that would allow one to look from pig to man, and from man to pig, unable to say which is which. Jack London’s clean-shaven good looks aren’t particularly dog-like. But while Virginia Woolf’s features don’t evoke an actual wolf, she does uncannily resemble a greyhound, as you can see below. Next to them is the wall-eyed existentialist Jean-Paul Sartre and his equally erudite (you can tell by the glasses) pug.

What do you think, Shelf Lifers? Any other author/pet pairings you can think of? John Updike’s rabbit? Stephen King’s zombie cat? Sound off below!

Jan 4 2010 09:08 AM ET

'Pride and Prejudice' updates: Enough!

Yesterday, as I was rifling through the mound of galleys that publishers oh-so-kindly sent our way, I came upon a book that made me sigh. No, not Heidi and Spencer Pratt’s How to Be Famous. That book made me scream. Instead, I became immediately fatigued upon finding a copy of The Trials of the Honorable F. Darcy, by Sara Angelini — a 2007 novel (newly in paperback) that’s billed as Legally Blonde-meets-Pride and Prejudice.

Why, you ask? Because I completely, 100 percent supported the trend of Jane Austen mash-ups — until now. Can you say oversaturation? Seth Grahame-Smith’s Pride and Prejudice and Zombies was hysterical, and wholly original. But the novelty has worn thin, with dozens of authors jumping on board to sell their updates of Austen’s work in every genre from romance to mystery to sci-fi. How many more supernatural remixes will we find (see: all those Prejudice-themed vampire books)? How many more chick-lit updates?

Because, really, there are hundreds of other identifiable, classic authors whose work could use an imaginative update. Let’s leave Austen alone for once. Why not desecrate the work of John Steinbeck, Louisa May Alcott, or, hell, even Dante? Tell me, Shelf Lifers, are you as tired of the Prejudice trend as I am? And whose work do you wish contemporary authors would update?

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