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  • The Elegant Variation is "Fowler’s (1926, 1965) term for the inept writer’s overstrained efforts at freshness or vividness of expression. Prose guilty of elegant variation calls attention to itself and doesn’t permit its ideas to seem naturally clear. It typically seeks fancy new words for familiar things, and it scrambles for synonyms in order to avoid at all costs repeating a word, even though repetition might be the natural, normal thing to do: The audience had a certain bovine placidity, instead of The audience was as placid as cows. Elegant variation is often the rock, and a stereotype, a cliché, or a tired metaphor the hard place between which inexperienced or foolish writers come to grief. The familiar middle ground in treating these homely topics is almost always the safest. In untrained or unrestrained hands, a thesaurus can be dangerous."

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May 09, 2008

TEV GIVEAWAY: THE WAR AGAINST CLICHE

AmwarOne of our recent commentors challenged us for having joined the Martin Amis "pile-on."  We respectfully challenge that assertion on a few levels, the key being that "pile-on" has a connotation of an unfair wrong perpetrated against a defenseless creature.  If there is a critical mass of folks criticizing Amis (and we're scarcely alone), we suspect it has a good deal to do with the frequency and the idiocy of his public pronouncements on global politics.  Now, to some extent, this is unsurprising.  Anyone who even skimmed Amis's risible Koba the Dread came away with a sense that when Amis ventured into global politics, he was on decidedly unsure footing.

But what makes it all the more disappointing (for us, at least) is as a measure of how far he's fallen.  Although he might attribute his lapses to "thought experiments," we continue to come across tin-eared sound bite after tin-eared sound bite from a man who has so publicly and intelligently declared war on the cliche - cliches that now constitute his armaments.  Put another way, if his literary criticism weren't so goddammned wonderful, his recent foolishness wouldn't disturb us quite as much as it does.  But he is capable of wondrousness.  Consider, for example, his wonderful review of Underworld, included in his magnificent collection The War Against Cliche:

''Underworld'' surges with magisterial confidence through time (the last half century) and through space (Harlem, Phoenix, Vietnam, Kazakstan, Texas, the Bronx), mingling fictional characters with various heroes of cultural history (Sinatra, Hoover, Lenny Bruce). But its true loci are ''the white spaces on the map,'' the test sites, and its main actors are psychological ''downwinders,'' victims of the fallout from all the blasts -- blasts actual and imagined. DeLillo, the poet of paranoia and the ''world hum,'' pursues his theme unstridently; he is tenacious without being tendentious. Yet even his portraits of bland, hopeful, pre-postmodern American life -- his Americana -- glow with the sick light of betrayal, of innocence traduced or abused. The ''great thrown shadow'' has now receded and terror has returned to the merely local. MAD (Mutual Assured Destruction) was exploded; and the bombs did not detonate. Still, the press-ganged children who wore the dog tags must live with a discontinuity in their minds and hearts. DeLillo's prologue is called ''The Triumph of Death,'' after the Breughel painting. In the end, death didn't triumph. It just ruled, for 50 years. I take DeLillo to be saying that all our better feelings took a beating during those decades. An ambient mortal fear constrained us. Love, even parental love, got harder to do.

Breathtaking.  From there, we've somehow come around to "Islam must get its house in order."  Hence our profound and continued irritation with the 2008 edition of Martin Amis.  He has, it seems, fallen on the battleground of his own war against cliche.

But we prefer our fond memories of the Amis continued in this volume (and in Experience), and so we are happy to offer up a lovely hardcover edition of this excellent collection of literary essays for your enjoyment.  Rules, rules, rules.  We'll take all emails, subject line "A HIT OR AMIS" (ouch, sorry), until 9 p.m. PST.  Please include your full mailing address, and previous winners are ineligible.  We'll turn to the RNG to select a winner and post the details when we're back from the trip.

May 08, 2008

TOUR DISPATCH: SEATTLE

Checking in very quickly from a pleasant cafe near the University of Washington on my only two-fer day of the tour - I had morning event in Pleasanton and I read tonight here in Seattle.  But I wanted to send you over to the Powells Blog, where I recently answered a question sent over by the wonderful folks there - namely, tell us something you're passionate about.  My answer - which has nothing to do with books - is up there now.

Elsewhere, Time Out New York gives Harry a little bit of love.

Finally, two items of note.  Next week, as I am tooling around the US, TEV guest host/reviewer/interviewer Jim Ruland has a load of interviews, reviews and other surprises planned.  Those who know him will attest that Jim always shows you a good time, so please do make him welcome.

Also, tomorrow's giveaway (yes, I will manage them even from the road) will address the Martin Amis question that continues to roil the backblog, so do come on by.

THURSDAY MARGINALIA: THE "ON THE ROAD" EDITION

* Yann Martel's Life of Pi has captured Abe Books' Best of the Booker survey, edging out Salman Rushdie's Midnight's Children.

* LA City Beat calls Michael Chabon's Maps and Legends "a treasure trove of intriguing and revealing looks at where Chabon goes to make up his worlds and how he tells his fables of the reconstruction."

* Steve Wasserman's book review section for Truthdig - to which we have proudly contributed - has won a Maggie Award.

* Martin Amis is collaborating on a screenplay adaptation of London Fields.  (We support any venture that prevents him from holding forth on geopolitics.)

Amis is working on the screenplay with Roberta Hanley, co-founder of Muse Productions, the film production company behind indie hits such as as The Virgin Suicides, Buffalo 66 and American Psycho. It's a good fit for Amis's novel, which was omitted from the Booker prize shortlist in 1989 amid fierce debate after two of the prize's judges deemed it misogynistic. The novel centres on the character of Nicola Six, a femme fatale who foresees the exact date and manner of her own death in a dream. Not knowing who the future "murderer" might be, she manipulates three potential candidates - crook Keith Talent, rich banker Guy Clinch and terminally ill American author Samson Young - into meeting at the Black Cross pub in west London's Portobello Road for her impending death.

* We propose a moratorium on the designation "unknown writer" which seems, will, sort of cold.  D. Hooijer is, presumably, known to her publishers, readers and even family.  And now she's won a big, fat prize.

* Always worth your time - the wonderful Laila Lalami on Thomas McCarthy at The Nation.

* Serious props to the Cleveland Plain Dealer.  In an era when books struggle to be reviewed at all, they actually return to Michael Ondaatje's Divisadero to give it a second consideration, which puts us in mind of something we believe John Freeman recently said, to the effect that Tree of Smoke deserved more than the usual milisecond of critical consideration given the time that went into its creation.  And, it turns out, in this case the reviewer in question is pleased.  (OK, it's short, but it's the thought that counts.)

* Ngugi wa Mirii, who was recently killed in a car accident, is remembered in an allAfrica.com editorial.

As a culture worker and artist, writer, playwright, and film-maker, Ngugi wa Mirii encouraged personal introspection and dynamic thinking which he hoped would contribute to African unity through social and cultural ideas.

"The musicians must of necessity compose lyrics that not only entertain but should educate and inform, the playwrights must dramatise the drama of life, journalists should report without fear or favour. Novelists, actors, film-makers are called upon to shed light through historical analysis," he wrote.

* And, finally - James Bond reads Benjamin Black.  Who can resist?  We sure can't.

May 07, 2008

TRAVEL DAY

I'm on the road now, first to San Francisco and then Seattle, for some readings.  I will update as opportunities present from the road, but in the meantime, topping the list of things far worse than recent travails, a writer could have his mother talking smack about him day and night to the press, which is exactly what Madame Houellebecq continues to do, to anyone who will listen:

Then, in 1998, when Houellebecq was at the height of his fame, she says she stumbled upon an article about him winning a literary prize for Atomised. (In the photo he was wearing "the same anorak he had been wearing for years".) She went to a bookshop, picked up Atomised and was furious. "I said, 'Fuck, it's not true.' He described me as a kind of whore, kept by I don't know what American. That's slander. All my life I've toiled to earn money for other people. I want him to apologise. If I was law-suit minded, I would have sued him and won."

I'm not expecting problems, but MOTEV is bound and gagged in the cellar for the duration.  Just to be safe.  (She's Austrian.  It makes a certain kind of sense.)

May 06, 2008

THE TIMES THEY ARE A-CHANGING?

A self-published author is among the finalists for the Frank O'Connor international short story prize.

Jhumpa Lahiri's latest collection, Unaccustomed Earth, recently topped the US book charts and has been immediately pegged as the frontrunner. But the prize for the year's best short story collection in English has a record of rewarding new talent over established names - so Mary Rochford's self-published volume, Gilded Shadows should not be written off too quickly.

The article includes the complete long list, which features the likes of Benjamin Percy, Jim Shepard and Anne Enright.

INDIAN CLERK IN THE NEWS

David Leavitt's wonderful The Indian Clerk - to which we recently devoted an entire week - is a PEN/Faulkner award finalist.

Although a novelist who chooses real people and events has much of the details already available, Leavitt finds that "the main challenge to that kind of book is to write about a world you were not around to witness. You can't rely on your sensory experience as you can with a contemporary novel. Still, it's fun to imagine what it was like."

The ceremony will be held on Saturday in Washington, D.C.

PANT, PANT

Clearly, there's a pattern emerging here and it's likely to afflict us throughout May - book signing the night before, mad delayed scramble to get posts up the next day.  We've got to make a quick DMV-related court appearance (speeding, traffic school) and then we'll be back here posting away in the late morning.  Until then, drive safely ...

May 05, 2008

LA TIMES & READINGS

You've probably already seen this Q&A in today's LA Times Calendar section but linking to it is a good excuse to remind you to pop out to Vroman's this evening and say hi.  And if you are a westsider, please do make the extra effort to come support Village Books in the Palisades tomorrow - I don't think I can bear losing another westside independent.  Details here.

DEPARTMENT OF GOOD THINGS HAPPENING TO NICE PEOPLE

We are pleased as punch to note that our dear friend Maud Newton has won second prize in Narrative Magazine's 2008 Love Story Contest for her story Conversations You Have At Twenty.  You can see what she has to say about it here.

COULD WE, PERHAPS, KEEP OUR RESPONSES TO OURSELVES?

Let us all share a collective tear for Martin Amis who, according to the Globe and Mail, is "feeling vulnerable" ...

Amis sighs, or least lets out an exasperated breath. He's had more public lashings than most critics have had free lunches, and you sense this latest won't finish him off. “Is the discourse so limited?” he asks. “Is there not room for this? I make no recommendations in this book, I propose no actions. This is just the novelist in the street having a response to an enormous development.”

NOBODY SAYS "FATUOUS" QUITE LIKE A NABOKOV

Dmitri Nabokov sits for a New York Times interview to discuss his decision to publish The Original of Laura.

Why would your father have wanted “Laura” destroyed?

In a calmer moment, if he were no longer in a race against death to complete the work, I think, sincerely, that he would not. By the same token, if one wants to finish something before dying, one perseveres to the utmost, rather than destroying it. This should be an obvious answer to a rather fatuous question some have posed: Why didn’t he burn it well ahead of time and have done with it?

CRACE ARCHIVES TO AUSTIN

The archives of Jim Crace - author of TEV favorite Being Dead - have been acquired by The Harry Ransom Humanities Research Center at The University of Texas at Austin.

The archive contains all of Crace's manuscripts, not just of his novels but of stories, plays and essays. The collection also includes notes and outlines for works, reviews, trade journals, radio plays, art work, recordings, press clippings, juvenilia, correspondence and a proposal for two novels, "The Finalist" and "Archipelago."

The juvenilia bit is especially interesting just now as we've been considering a garage purge and are agonizing over what to keep.  How many writers, we wonder, keep everything?  Are you hoarder or a streamliner?  Advice and perspectives welcome.

DEEP BREATH

We are totally fried from a wonderful weekend of book fun, including Saturday night's Skylight reading and last night's Vermin on the Mount launch, which featured some truly memorable readings by Marisa Silver, Marianne Meyerhoff and Teresa Carmody.  Many thanks to all those who attended.

There's plenty of literary news beyond the Times, but we're completely exhausted from celebrating, so posts will be delayed until around lunch.  Until then, however, David Milofsky namechecks a few familiar blogs in his column on what the web can offer to the future of reviewing, but of special note is the attention he pays to the Barnes and Noble review:

Perhaps the most significant new outlet for reviews is the Barnes & Noble Review, which was launched just last October. In addition to being more nicely designed, the Review has the added advantage of many brick-and-mortar B&N bookstores to help promote it.

Jim Mustich, editor in chief of the B&N Review, said in an e-mail message, "We run one new 1,000- word review every weekday. In addition, we also review six titles in our Spotlight section and feature 50 titles with brief annotations in our Long List Section."

We've said it before, we'll say it again - this is the future, so pay attention.  Back in a few hours, bright eyed and bushy tailed.

May 02, 2008

TEV GIVEAWAY: HIS ILLEGAL SELF

HisNow, it's true as some of you might recall, that we didn't exactly love Peter Carey's His Illegal Self and we more or less said so (albeit respectfully) in the Dallas Morning News.  But plenty of others did love it and, after all, every review is just one person's opinion.  And we know there is no shortage of Peter Carey fans out there - among whom we would still happily stand and be counted - and so we're pleased to offer a copy of His Illegal Self for this week's TEV giveaway.  Here's what James Wood had to say in the New Yorker:

Carey’s often beautiful novel, one of his best recent works, has the bruising tang of all his fiction, in which crooked colloquialism (frequently Australian vernacular), and poetic formality combine. The result is brilliantly vital: the world bulges out of the sentences. A man is described as “not hurrying, but prancy in bare feet.” A boy feels “squiffy in the stomach.” A beat-up car has a “busted sunken boneless backseat.”An Upper East Side matron brings back to her apartment her “powdery friends from the English-Speaking Union.” An Australian shack has a veranda “where bats hung like broken rags.” When the novel’s heroine is unhappy, her mouth turns down: “She didn’t know he saw that, the way the whole of her lower face could lose its bones.”

And so, you know the drill.  Drop us an email, subject line "WHAT THE HECK DO YOU KNOW, ANYWAY?"  Please be sure to include your full mailing address and, yes, previous winners are once again ineligible.  (We forgot that one last time.)  We'll take all entries until 7 p.m. PST and then the Random Number Generator will do the deed.

Until then, please do check out the post below and try to come by for one of the Harry, Revised events around town this weekend.

UPDATE: The RNG anoints Cheryl Klein of Los Angeles - congratulations!

May 01, 2008

TOUR BEGINS

Well, the official Harry, Revised tour gets underway these weekend with four events here in town before I hit the road, and I'm hoping to see as many of you as possible.  Here's the skinny:

For Hollywood and Central L.A. - I'm kicking off the tour with a reading at Skylight Books on Saturday, May 3 at 7:30 p.m.  I hear there might be cupcakes in the house ...

For Pasadena and the Eastside - I'll be reading at the venerable Vroman's on Monday, May 5 at 7 p.m. 

For the Westside - I will be reading right here in my home neighborhood on Tuesday May 6, when I appear at Village Books in the Palisades at 7:30 p.m.  I'd like to make a special pleading to my westside friends and readers - Village Books has been having a rough time of it, and we can't afford to lose another westside bookstore.  The Palisades only seems far - it's really just up the hill from Santa Monica.  And I was in there today and they have a nice big pile of books waiting for you - so please, all of you in Venice, Palms, the Marina, Brentwood, Santa Monica - do make the extra effort for them.

The Launch Party - And all of you, no matter what part of town you live in, are invited to a very special installment of Vermin on the Mount, which Jim Ruland has rechristened Vermin, Revised. There is a great lineup of really interesting readers who I had a hand in selecting - Marisa Silver, Marianne Meyerhoff and Teresa Carmody.  The wonderful artwork is below, and I'm told there will be cake and all sorts of planned merriment and embarrassment, so please do come on out to celebrate on Sunday night.

Details on all the tour stops can be found here.  I'm off to the races ...

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THURSDAY MARGINALIA

* The only drag about starting up a book tour now is missing the wonderful PEN World Voices festival in New York.  Fortunately, MetaxuCafe is rounding up the reports.

* NPR speaks to Dmitri Nabokov about The Original of Laura.

* Good things happening to nice people: Ron Currie, Jr. wins the Young Lions Award.

The end of the evening brought us back to the reason for being there. Ron Currie, Jr., won for his novel God is Dead, and he hugged his mom for a really long time before accepting the check. It’s his first novel, and with glitterati bearing witness, it might just change his life.

* Another Michiko Kakutani: Ogre piece, this time in the Guardian, occasioned by a Harvard Crimson report of Jonathan Franzen's appearance in James Wood's class, in which Franzen remarked that "the stupidest person in New York City is currently the lead reviewer of fiction for the New York Times".  (Thanks to David Clarke.)

* Mark Doty, who just stood upon the stage of the Los Angeles Times Book Awards, is profiled with his partner Paul Lisicky in the Ithaca Times.

Doty, in fact, has almost finished a new book, which will come out in a series with Graywolf Press devoted to The Art of.... Doty's assignment was the 'art of description,' a task he savored, though he did so with caution. "I'm particularly talking about poetry, which represents the visual world, the sensual world, in this project. And, it turns out, of course, that when you're talking about description, you're talking about everything: you're talking about how perception is rendered in language, and why. One must ask: Why do we want to do that? Why is it satisfying? In any case, I'm almost finished with it," he adds.

* The new issue of Boldtype is now online and awaits your attention.

* Michel Houellebecq is publicly served up a helping of Mere's Merde.

"My son can go and get screwed by whomever he wants, he can write another book, I don't give a toss," she says in one excerpt, widely published in French media on Wednesday.

"But if he has the misfortune of sticking my name on anything again he'll get my walking stick in his face and that'll knock his teeth out," she says in what newspapers described as a typical sample.

* Norman Mailer is remembered at Central Connecticut State University.

* Charles Simic is set to make his final appearance as Poet Laureate on May 8.

* An early look at the guest list of this year's Hay-on-Wye festival.

* The OUP Blog would like your thoughts on "What constitutes literary importance?"

* And, finally, our brilliant advice to Arundhati Roy, who "says she is not comfortable with the activist tag and wants to be identified as a writer only," is, well in that case, why don't you, oh, maybe write another novel?

April 30, 2008

TEV GUEST INTERVIEW: NINA REVOYR

GUEST INTERVIEW BY DENISE HAMILTON

Nina Revoyr was born in Japan to a Japanese mother and a white American father, and grew up in Tokyo, Wisconsin, and Los Angeles. She is the author of The Necessary Hunger and Southland and her books have been Los Angeles Times bestsellers, Book Sense 76 picks, finalists for the Edgar Award and winners of the Ferro Grumley Award and the Lambda Literary awards.

AodRevoyr’s new book, The Age of Dreaming, recounts the story of a Japanese silent film star in the early days of Hollywood and forty years later, as he faces the hard truths of his past. While inspired by the story of a real-life actor named Sessue Hayakawa, Revoyr has created a compelling fictional character and breathed new life into a forgotten and little known slice of early Hollywood through her use of vivid detail and atmosphere.

Q: This book reads to me almost like literary archeology. I’m an LA native and a former L.A. Times reporter and so I delude myself that I know the history of this place. And yet I had no idea of the vibrant Japanese theater world that existed here in the early days of the 20th century. What drew you to the Sessue-type character and also the actress Hanako, whose poise, elegance, independence and doomed love for Jun inform the book?

A: I was intrigued by the fact that there was a famous Japanese movie star and sex symbol at a time of such virulent anti-Japanese prejudice. In the early 20th century, Japanese couldn’t own land, Japanese kids were barred from public schools in San Francisco, restricted covenants were in effect, and various groups were pushing for the complete exclusion of Japanese immigrants. And yet it was in this environment that Sessue Hayakawa became an A-list star. I was interested in what it would cost someone, both professionally and personally, to achieve mainstream success in that context.

More fundamentally, though, I wanted to imagine what becomes of someone who stops doing what he loves. Unlike Hayakawa, my protagonist, Jun Nakayama, stops acting altogether when he’s thirty. This, for me, is what the book is really about. I started writing The Age of Dreaming at a time when I was very discouraged about my work. My second book was being rejected everywhere and I hadn’t written in over a year. I just imagined what I’d feel like later, in my 70s, if I never tried to write another book.

The Hanako character is, in many ways, the counterpoint to Jun. She acts purely for the joy of the work itself; she doesn’t get caught up in other people’s notions of success. Jun recognizes that Hanako has a certain authenticity and purity that he doesn’t—which is why he’s both drawn to her, and intimidated. She’s not a success because her work gets a lot of attention, but because she keeps doing what she loves. And Jun’s real failure is not the loss of his stardom but his inability to press on in the face of obstacles.

Q: Did being Japanese-American give you any insights into that world?

A: Yes, my own background did help me enter Jun and Hanako’s world—not just the fact that I’m half-Japanese, but that I lived in Japan and moved to Los Angeles. I understand the sense of possibility in L.A. and in America; the feeling of breaking free of old restrictions. But I also understand what it’s like to be a person of color in largely white artistic world. There are still certain expectations of what stories can be told, and how. And people don’t always get what you’re trying to do.

Q: Was it hard to find the voice for a 73-year-old? Where did you have to go in your head to channel the distant, almost depressive, formal disengaged tone?

A: Jun’s voice was not that hard to enter. I tend to have my own uptight tendencies, and I’ve been accused of being a crusty old man myself. And of course many of the emotions Jun tries so hard to contain—about his art, about his boneheaded choices in love—are emotions that I’m all too familiar with. Jun may, on the surface, seem very different than me—but in some ways, this is the most autobiographical novel I’ve written.

Q: Why did you choose first person?

A: Because I wanted to put the reader right in the middle of Jun’s self-deceptions and denial, his carefully constructed persona. And then I wanted show very intimately how those constructs fall apart. Jun struggles so hard to keep a lid on the secrets of his past, and on his own emotions—but they all wriggle through in the end. He finally begins to acknowledge why his career fell apart, and to understand his own actions and their consequences. This was important to me. I love Kazuo Ishiguro’s novels, but unlike Ishiguro’s unreliable narrators, who tend to be witnesses, Jun is an active participant in his own downfall.

Q: Had you seen many silent movies when you started this book? Were you a fan of the genre? What is it about them that captivates us?

A: I hadn’t seen any silent films before I started writing this book, but yes, I’ve become a fan. There’s a subtlety and beauty to silent films that’s quite different from the movies of today. To me, silent films have a lot in common with poetry. Both forms rely heavily on suggestion and imagery, and both depend on the readers or viewers to bring their own interpretive powers to bear. Both forms demand a more active engagement—you can’t just lie back and receive silent films the way you would, say, most TV shows.

I was also very drawn to the era itself. Many of the early people in film—actors, directors, producers—came from nothing and rose to stardom. In the Teens and early Twenties, it seemed like anything was possible. There was a sense of energy and optimism around the silent film industry that mirrored the energy and optimism of Los Angeles. And of course the qualities that drew people to Los Angeles then still exist today. People still come here—from all over the country, from all over the world—to reinvent themselves, to create better lives.

Q: You must have done a ton of research?

A: I did the bulk of my research after I’d already written a couple of drafts. I knew about Hayakawa, and I knew about the William Desmond Taylor murder, which is basis of the murder of Jun’s director. But there’s an extent to which too much research can be unhelpful, because you feel restricted by fact. I needed to find my own way into the story; to make it, in a sense, about me. Once I’d done that, then I went back and did research to fill in the holes—what cars people drove, for example, or when the war bonds were released.

NinaQ: Do you outline and plot? Did you know where the Jun character was going?

A: No, not really. In general, I don’t start writing because I have answers. I start writing because I have questions, which I hope to answer through the course of working on the book. In this case, again, I had two main questions: What is it like to achieve fame and success in a world that doesn’t really approve of you? And what happens if you stop doing what you love—what do you become?

I did know, however, that I wanted to draw parallels between the past and present. In both this book and my last one, I incorporate a lot of history. And I wanted to show that history doesn’t stay safely in the past; that it can bear upon or be repeated in the present. Jun’s very conditional stardom, for example, wasn’t only a reality of the 1920s. A lot of what he is coping with early in his career is still relevant to actors of color—or artists of any minority group—today.

Jun is shocked, for example, that he’s ultimately offered the same kind of role in 1964 that he played a half a century before. But I’d argue that things aren’t all that different today. Asians in Hollywood are still largely confined to certain kinds of roles: the comic figure, the martial arts figure (Jackie Chan is both), the bad guy, the brute. It’s still acceptable for there to be a character in yellow face—like the Miss Swan character on MAD TV. And then there’s “Lust, Caution,” which I saw recently and actually really dug. But the Tony Leung character is both beautiful and violent, and his sexiness is completely linked to his brutality. Those same qualities could describe a lot of the characters that Jun played, and also Hayakawa.

Q: Two of your three novels feature a murder mystery and in fact, while you’re a literary writer, your last book Southland was also a finalist for the Edgar Award, named after Edgar Allen Poe and bestowed by the Mystery Writers of America. Do you consider yourself a crime writer manqué? A la John Banville? What is it about a murder that allows writers to frame the story?

A: I consider myself a writer who absolutely believes in strong, complex characters and compelling plots. For me, that’s sometimes meant building a book around a mystery structure, and sometimes not. But the concern with story and character is always there. Margaret Atwood once wrote a wonderful piece for Best American Short Stories about what she looks for as a reader, and it basically boils down to wanting a good story that is urgently told. Sometimes people try to create an artificial division between writing that’s concerned with language or technique vs. writing that is “about” a particular issue. But the books I like most are concerned with all of these things. They’re beautifully written and technically interesting, but they are also about something larger then themselves. They’re stories that hold my attention, that need to be told.

I strive to achieve that kind of narrative urgency in all of my novels. You want to create that sense of “What happens next?” and that is definitely one of the appeals of a mystery structure. Sometimes readers are more willing to go along with serious social and racial themes if the story is compelling, a la John Sayles’ wonderful movie Lone Star. With both Southland and The Age of Dreaming I also had protagonists who were simply not going to look at their lives unless faced with something drastic, like an unexplained death. But in both my first book, The Necessary Hunger, and the new book I’m working on now, I try to create that sense of urgency in a different way—by setting up a set of circumstances that result in heightened tension and lead to some kind of climax or resolution.

In general, though, I think that the definitions of “literary” fiction and genre fiction are not that useful anymore. Raymond Chandler and James M. Cain wrote incredibly beautiful sentences and some of the most evocative fiction you could ever hope for. And now you have literary writers like Jonathan Lethem and Michael Chabon writing books that are essentially mysteries. Chabon and Susan Straight are nominated for Edgars this year, as I was, as you mentioned, for my last book. But I’d argue that even beyond these “literary mysteries,” many other novels incorporate elements of a mystery structure. Look at novels like Beloved, or The Remains of the Day, or Possession. Each of these books is built around a central hidden secret that is revealed through the course of the story.

Q: Were you daunted by the idea of writing a Hollywood novel? It’s one of the most over-examined topics, and I say this as someone who’s just written a Hollywood novel set in 1949 and struggled with how to find a fresh angle. And yet you did it beautifully!

A: A little, because it’s not a scene or an area that I’m deeply familiar with—certainly not in the way I know the inner city. But I approached Hollywood as more of a backdrop than a subject, if that makes sense. The book’s themes of race, the weight of history, the choices you make at key moments in your life, of love and loss, are things that I’ve addressed before. So the issues I was dealing with weren’t really that new; they just took place on a different canvas. And maybe it was a bit less daunting for me because of the distance of time. No one alive remembers what things were like in 1915, so it’s easier to imagine, to project.

Q: Did you struggle with the architecture of the novel? It’s an extremely delicately constructed tale, in which you dole out information at precisely timed intervals. And it all leads up to something quite unexpected. There is a difference between what the reader knows and what the narrator admits. Was that tricky? How did you determine what to reveal when?

A: I love the whole structuring aspect of writing a novel. It’s a huge challenge, but really, it’s so much fun. It does involve a lot of rewriting—as well as constantly adding on and adding in. I tend to write in layers, and grow the book from the inside out: each time something new gets put in, there’s a domino effect, and I have to add other things elsewhere. It’s not a fast or efficient process, but I do hope it helps create a book with a certain complexity and internal logic. The trick then, of course, is to make it all look effortless and inevitable.

I don’t tend to outline my own books as I’m writing them—but I will sometimes create detailed outlines of books I’ve already read, specifically so I can study the structure. This was especially important, for this book, in terms of when and how to reveal information. Jun is an unreliable narrator not only in that he withholds information, but also in that he doesn’t always understand the significance of the things he knows. And he discovers certain important facts at the same time the reader does. But what he finally learns has nothing to do with what the plot appears to be about. As with Southland, I start out with a big social and historical landscape—and yet the revelations end up being very personal and intimate.

Q: What’s next?

A: A very different and much shorter book. The present is in Los Angeles—but the events of the story take place in rural Wisconsin in the 1970s. It’s about a mixed-race Japanese-American kid who’s the only person of color in a small town—until a young black couple arrives and all hell breaks loose. It deals with family, identity, loyalty, and masculinity and violence. There’s a lot of joy in the story—I wanted to capture my love of the outdoors, of baseball and dogs. But it’s also the darkest book I’ve ever written. For this one, I read a lot of Norman Maclean, Wendell Berry, Larry Watson—all those guys who write so lovingly about both the land and social issues. For me artistically, I really try to do something different with every book. My model in this respect is Pat Barker, whom I love, and who’s always reinventing herself. It’s more fun for me if I don’t really know if I can pull off what I’m trying to do. If I’m not at least a little nervous, I’m probably not pushing myself enough.

Crime novelist Denise Hamilton edited the short story anthology Los Angeles Noir. Her new book “The Last Embrace” will be published in July by Scribner.

April 29, 2008

MEANWHILE, WE'RE STILL WAITING FOR OUR TWO HUNDRED BUCKS

The Los Angeles Times's Scott Timberg reports on a hoax in which con artists posing as authors are trying to bilk indie bookstore owners out of some Western Union cash.

This tale is typical: Slattery was heading out of the store, not long ago, to see a movie down the street when a staffer handed her the phone. The caller addressed her like an old friend: "Oh -- thank God I got you before you left," he began.

The call came from someone who said he was the Los Angeles blogger and first novelist Mark Sarvas, who was reading at the store in a few days and seemed to be in a pinch. His car had been impounded, he needed money to get it back and he needed it right away.

"I thought, 'Why isn't he calling his wife?' " recalled Slattery. "But maybe he can't reach anybody, maybe he had an extra drink. . . . It never occurred to me that it wasn't him.

Actually, Mrs. TEV learned to stop taking our calls long ago ...

WHAT WE'LL BE DOING ALL DAY

The Granta website redesign has been unveiled.  Go, go, go!

CORTAZAR PROFILE

Julio Cortázar - whose sublime Autonauts of the Cosmoroute we touted last year on NPR - is profiled in the Yemen Times.  Nothing new here, but it's nice to see him getting any attention at all.

Cortázar belonged to the boom generation of Latin American writers who broke new ground with their works during the 1950s and 1960s. His literary career, which lasted almost 40 years, includes short stories, novels, plays, poetry, translations, and essays of literary criticism. His work is strongly influenced by surrealism with attempting to raise consciousness above reality in his fantastical short stories. He combined existential questioning with experimental writing techniques in his works and many of his stories follow the logic of hallucinations and obsessions.

I READ THE NEWS TODAY, OH BOY

Dear God, the Beatles meets a literary festival.  How can we resist?

The mini-festival will open on May 14 with an appearance by Mark Lewisohn, long regarded as the world’s leading authority on The Beatles. He has documented the group in an almost hour- by-hour, day-by-day process in a series of books, as well as co- authoring The Beatles’ London.

April 28, 2008

FESTIVAL RECAPS

I am completely spent from a wonderfully bookish weekend, and will spend most of today catching up, so I direct you to the excellent coverage to be found at Jacket Copy, Counterbalance and Bookfox.  I also want to thank everyone who turned out for our First Fiction panel and special thanks to all of you who came to the book signing afterwards.  There's a long tour ahead of me but it's hard to imagine a thrill that will compare to seeing the line of people with copies of Harry in their hands.  We managed to sell out!  (Although Ruland's been calling me a sellout for years.)

More to come (including giveaway winners) as I dig out from purgatory.  In the meantime, I do commend Nam Le's Five Chapters entry, "Teheran Calling," to your attention.

April 25, 2008

"DICTATION" REVIEW

My review of Cynthia Ozick's superb Dictation: A Quartet - which I somehow managed to write without talking about myself - can now be found at the Barnes and Noble Review.  Here's the opening:

"History," wrote Henry James in a 1910 letter to his amanuensis Theodora Bosanquet, "is strangely written." This casual aside could easily serve as the epigraph of Cynthia Ozick's superb new collection, Dictation, which concerns itself with lost worlds evoked by languages -- languages that separate and obscure as readily as they bind. It can be risky to look for connective tissue between stories written years apart and published in magazines ranging from The Conradian to The New Yorker. But themes of deception, posterity, and, above all, the glory of language -- at once malleable and intractable -- knit together this quartet, recasting the whole as the harmonious product of Ozick's formidable talent.

You can read the whole thing here.  (Public thanks to Michael Gorra who alerted me to The Conradian connection.)

TEV GIVEAWAY: TINTIN AND THE SECRET OF LITERATURE

TslDid you think we'd forgotten about you?  Not all, just a bit busy here as festival weekend gets underway.  But before we disappear into panel-and-party-land, we are happy to be able to offer a copy of Tom McCarthy's superb Tintin and the Secret of Literature for this week's giveaway.

Regular readers will know that we are great Tintin fans, and when we learned that the book hadn't found a US publisher, we contacted Richard Nash, who is doing God's work in Brooklyn, who showed his usual excellent taste and acquired the book. You can find our discussion from last July here.

Here's what the Guardian had to say about the 2006 UK release:

One of the remarkable strengths of Tintin, McCarthy explains, is that 'within a simple medium for children is a mastery of plot and symbol, theme and subtext far superior to that displayed by most "real" novelists. If you want to be a writer,' he says, 'study The Castafiore Emerald' (his favourite of the series). 'It holds all of literature's formal keys, its trade secrets.'

Who can resist that, right?  OK, then, you know what to do.  Drop us an email, subject line "BILLIONS OF BLUE BLISTERING BARNACLES" and please be sure to include your full mailing address.  Due to the late start we are taking all entries until noon PST on Saturday, and some time before the weekend is out, the Random Number Generator will pick a lucky winner.  Until then, see you around UCLA.

UPDATE: Congratulations to winners Lillian Heytvelt and Jeff Carroll!

April 24, 2008

LOS ANGELES TIMES FESTIVAL OF BOOKS

Latfob It is that time of year once again - the nation's biggest literary festival, the Los Angeles Times Festival of Books, is upon us.  You can stll score some tickets for events through Ticketmaster, or else take your chances waiting on line as you puzzle over whether to see Lee Siegel foam at the mouth or Tod Goldberg say "fucktard" in a crowded room.  (We actually don't care where you go as long as you please please please come to our First Novel panel on Sunday morning and say hello.)

There are tips and roundups and fretting at various blogs around the web, notably from Tod, Callie and Pinky.  See you this weekend and don't forget the sunblock - we always do and come home looking like a rhubarb.  We won't be live-blogging the awards or the festival - we're going to enjoy our first run through as an author - but we absolutely will provide reports as the weekend progresses.

MAILBAG GOODIES

We know that everyone is long past feeling sorry for our dilemma of too many books.  Life sucks, poor guy, all those free books.  Yeah, it's hard to hurt, we know.  But they come and come and come, and though we seem to be making more and more trips to Goodwill, the piles are serious enough that Mrs. TEV periodically threatens us with various legal maneuvers. 

That said, every now and then a title comes through that catches our eye and, rather than going into the pile to be evaluated (which can lead to the pile to be separated and later prioritized) (which leads to another pile to be shelved), it actually goes to the head of the class and lands with a smack on our desk.  (Where it usually sits for several weeks as other titles crawl up over it.)  But with any luck, the desk titles get an early perusal which sometimes graduates to a full-fledged impromptu read, thus wreaking havoc with anything resembling a system around here.

Well, not one but two books hit the desk this week, both of a decidedly academic bent.  Now, "academic" isn't a dirty word around here (unless we're playing The Naughty Professor with Mrs. TEV) but our reading primetime is usually reserved for novels.  Still, never having properly studied literature in school (majoring indifferently in journalism), the anniversary edition of Terry Eagleton's Literary Theory: An Introduction (University of Minnesota Press) caught our eye.  The preface to the anniversary edition finds Eagleton as entertaining and pugnacious as ever, and writing with a clarity that holds the promise to make what is essentially a textbook an engrossing read.  It will be accompanying us on our book tour travels, mostly so we'll look smart sitting on Southwest.

On the other hand, we are getting right into Rob Riemen's Nobility of Spirit: A Forgotten Ideal (Yale), a slender volume drawing on Thomas Mann's idea of "the quintessence of a civilized world" which is "the sole corrective for human history."  Riemen's elegant introduction movingly sets the stage for this post 9/11 consideration and chapter exhortations like "Be Brave" have already pulled us in.  Given MOTEV's devotion to Mann (forcing Death in Venice on us at a tender age and The Magic Mountain at a later one), and given the sad state of the world, it seems we could do far worse than to contemplate some nobility of the spirit.  We'll check back and let you know if the book's promise is fulfilled.

GAINES AWARD

Word has gone out that the April 30 deadline for the Ernest J. Gaines Award for Literary Excellence, a $10,000 national award for African-American fiction, is approaching fast.  Book-length works of fiction published in 2007 and written by an African-American are eligible for entry.  No entry fee is required­to enter, simply send an entry form and 8 copies of the book to: 

The Ernest J. Gaines Award for Literary Excellence
c/o The Baton Rouge Area Foundation
402 N. Fourth St.
Baton Rouge, LA 70802

Entry forms are available at www.ErnestJGainesAward.org .

THURSDAY MARGINALIA

* Juan Gelman has won the Cervantes Prize, the Spanish-speaking world's most prestigious literary award.

Gelman, 77, is considered Argentina's poet laureate and once belonged to the Montoneros, a leftist guerrilla group that fought the Argentine juntas that ruled in the 1970s and '80s.

* You've already heard about problems facing The Mount.  Now a Scottish trust has been formed to try and save Sir Walter Scott's "most famous home."  Elsewhere in News Of Writers' Houses, Norman Mailer's house is set to become a writers colony.

* Although we're well past the point of interest with respect to Christopher Hitchens, we share this lengthy Prospect profile for those whose taste for punishment is limitless.

For Hitchens, 1968 had little to do with the cultural explosion of the time—music, drugs, alternative lifestyles—and he remains a rather macho figure, untouched by feminism, except in an abstract political form. He had been recruited to his "eccentric" organisation—the International Socialists, or IS—in Oxford shortly before arriving at the university. He was noticed heckling a Maoist at an anti-Vietnam war meeting, and was approached by Peter Sedgwick, who Hitchens describes as a "noble remnant of the libertarian left." At the time, the Oxford IS had five members. By the end of 1968, there were around 300. The exhilarating sense of operating on a large scale from within a tiny organisation is one that has suited Hitchens for most of his career since.

* Can there be a dumber idea out there than a print version of Wikipedia?

* A Nobel Prize for food?  Who knew?

* The best reason to date not to live in Brooklyn - to avoid the anxiety and/or crippling shame of being left off the Brooklyn Literary 100 list.  Can the Queens 15 list be far behind?

* Goncourt Prize winner and Academie francaise member Maurice Druon turns 90 and motherland Russia takes note.

* Prague is hosting a month-long biennale honouring Borges and Kafka.

Up until late May, biennale visitors will get a chance to see, for example, a screening of Jan Němec’s 1975 film of The Metamorphosis as well as a version of The Trial put on at Prague’s Divadlo Komedie (Comedy Theatre). There is also an installation featuring Borges’ writing. The Franz Kafka Society’s Markéta Mališová again.

* Anne Enright has entered the Hennessy X.O. Hall of Fame, which prompts all sorts of questions about product placement and someone's inability to spell "Man Booker," but when you consider where liquor sponorships dollars go in this country, it's probably churlish to complain.

* If you are looking for something to do tonight in NYC, you could do a whole lot worse than to find yourself at Habitus Magazine's event with Arnon Grunberg.  (Here in L.A., we'll be attending a screening of the long awaited Fugitive Pieces, about which we plan to report as soon as we can.)

* Finally, if you are a deep-pocketed TEV reader, you might want to consider attending the Los Angeles Public Library Awards Dinner honoring Larry McMurtry.  Individual tickets start at (gulp!) $750 but there are few better causes than supporting your library, dontcha think?

April 23, 2008

NOTA BENE: THE END OF SLEEP

"Fin looked in awe at the half-dozen lightly charcoaled cubes of meat before him.  Each was plump with thick-grained gleaming juiciness.  Fin tore off a palm-sized swatch of bread and wrapped it around the biggest chunk of meat.  Hot, garlicky, juices fired into his mouth as he bit into it, and he could taste that pink tender flesh in the middle give up its structure to a delicious mulch.  As he chewed, eyes closed, almost swooning with aromatic delight, he discovered that one side of the meat was hiding toasted sesame seeds.

Chewing for Fin was an activity that absorbed all his attention.  (His father had once revealed to him, as if passing on a great secret, that mastication was the only part of the digestive process that could be consciously affected.)  The meat was extraordinary - spicy, luscious, tender and suffused with the flavour of thyme.  One of the great kebabs of all time.  And Fin kept a close tally of such things."

- Rowan Somerville, The End of Sleep (coming in July from W.W. Norton)

April 22, 2008

" 'CHARLIE ROSE' BY SAMUEL BECKETT "

Yes, it is turning into one of those lost days around here, but this is excruciatingly funny.  (Via)

Rien a faire ...

TODAY'S TIMESUCK

Another morning of productivity lost thanks to Frank Wilson, who directs us to the Imperial War Museum's virtual exhibition on Ian Fleming and James Bond.

TITLEPAGE NUMBER FOUR

The latest episode of Titlepage, featuring Edward Hirsch, Elizabeth Strout, Meg Wolitzer and a certain blogger-turned-novelist you may have heard of, is now available for your viewing pleasure.

It's a pleasantly lively conversation with considerably more interplay than you've seen on previous episodes, and includes an interesting to-and-fro about how poetry and fiction complement one another.  Do check it out.

(Incidentally, don't miss Hirsch's lovely essay on the writing life from Sunday's Washington Post.)

TUESDAY MARGINALIA

* We're a bit late to the seder but do go and enjoy Tom Teicholz's column on Seder with Shatner.

When Itkin secured a 2005 date for the "Exodus Oratorio" he still needed a narrator. "We kicked around lots of names," he said, and always considered but was not wedded to using famous Jewish actors. "We kept winnowing and winnowing the list" he said, "and Shatner's name kept coming up. And it wouldn't go away."

* The Daniel Olivas-edited anthology Latinos in Lotusland has officially arrived, according to La Bloga.

* This Guardian report on the difficulty of securing seats in the British Library contains this amusing word portrait:

Was it any better before? Novelist AS Byatt recalls working at the library in the British Museum, which housed part of the collection until 1997. "In the afternoon, there was no oxygen. Everyone fell asleep. It was the haunt of mad old women. Angus Wilson [novelist and superintendent of the reading room] once told a woman that it was forbidden to eat oranges. 'Mr Wilson,' she replied, 'I'm not eating oranges. I'm squeezing them into the books.'"

* The house where Rudyard Kipling wrote Kim is up for sale.

* Agent Nat Sobel is interviewed in the current issue of Poets & Writers.

* It's a bit sobering to hear Salman Rushdie consider his mortality, saying that "time is running out, so with only a handful of books left in him he is choosing his subjects carefully."

Rushdie typically takes three to five years to write a book.

"You think 'How many more have I got?' And so the question of which ones ... becomes unusually important when you are no longer immortal.

* Speaking of mortality, Nothing to Be Frightened Of, Julian Barnes's essays on same (which just skittered across the transom here), gets attention from The Age and The Globe and Mail.

* Oy vey!  The Israeli Education Ministry is looking at adding the likes of Harry Potter to the curriculum and, well, you can imagine the reaction.

* TS Eliot's widow has donated £2.5m to help build a new wing of the world’s largest independent lending library, which will be named after OId Possum.

Her £2.5m donation is likely to be funded in part through royalties handed to the Eliot estate by Lord Lloyd-Webber, whose West End musical Cats was inspired by Eliot’s verse.

(Which means that, in the end, something good actually came of the endless run of Cats.)

* An endless profile on Richard Ford, "the best novelist in America today."

* The NY Times on 36 hours in literary London.  (We traveled to Baker Street about 20 years ago, and it was nowhere near as interesting as the photo.)

* Dave Daley, creator of Five Chapters, is interviewed at EWN.

* And, finally, Iowa's celebrated Prairie Lights isn't closing but it is changing owners.

"It's no secret that independent bookstores face huge challenges from chains and mega-stores," Weissmiller said in the news release. "Our agreement means Prairie Lights will stay in the hands of individuals who know and love the store. The shared responsibility will ensure stability and security."

Stop by a bit later, we're hoping to dip into the mailbag and talk about a few very interesting titles that crossed our desk this week: Rob Riemen's Nobility of Spirit and the anniversary edition of Terry Eagleton's Literary Theory.  Anon.

April 21, 2008

AND SO IT BEGINS

In what appears to be the first mainstream press mention, New York magazine rates Harry, Revised a "BUY IT". 

Exhaling in grateful relief.

WHAT WE'RE READING

Two extraordinarily good reviews for you to spend some quality time with today:  First up, Daniel Mendelsohn takes on The Landmark Herodotus (which we have been dying to crack open) for the New Yorker:

A major theme of the Histories is the way in which time can effect surprising changes in the fortunes and reputations of empires, cities, and men; all the more appropriate, then, that Herodotus’ reputation has once again been riding very high. In the academy, his technique, once derided as haphazard, has earned newfound respect, while his popularity among ordinary readers will likely get a boost from the publication of perhaps the most densely annotated, richly illustrated, and user-friendly edition of his Histories ever to appear: “The Landmark Herodotus” (Pantheon; $45), edited by Robert B. Strassler and bristling with appendices, by a phalanx of experts, on everything from the design of Athenian warships to ancient units of liquid measure. (Readers interested in throwing a wine tasting à la grecque will be grateful to know that one amphora was equal to a hundred and forty-four kotyles.)

Elsewhere, now that some of the heat has burned away, Ruth Franklin takes a predictably thoughtful look at Beautiful Children, and comes away deeply impressed.

As a writer, Bock is still a little rough. His characters' dramatic monologues sometimes run away from them, and certain anachronisms in the plot (particularly its heavy emphasis on videotapes) betray the eleven years he reportedly spent on the book. But these are minor complaints about a hugely ambitious novel that succeeds in ways that other recent (and hugely hyped) novels of similar ambition have failed. Beautiful Children manages to feel completely of its moment while remaining calmly unaffected by literary trends. It makes only the faintest nod toward magical realism. It is free of typographical gimmicks and other antics of style. And it demonstrates a deep, almost classical understanding of the way the novel form ought to work--the patterning, the layers of meaning, the motif casually tossed into the beginning pages that is picked up again later with an altogether different spin--that so often is missing in even the most lauded contemporary novels.

GIVEAWAY WINNERS POSTED

Apologies for the delay but in light of the popularity of Friday's giveaway, Norton has been kind enough to increase the winning pool of books from five to seven.  The winners have just been posted.

WHO KNEW ... ?

... that Isabel Fonseca (Mrs. Martin Amis) created our favorite TLS feature, NB?

JUST THE FACTS, MA'AM

Needless to say, we disagree with Marilyn Stasio's bewildering take on The Silver Swan (which we thought even better than the excellent Christine Falls).  What's most confusing to admitted non-genre types like ourselves (and what follows is not an invitation to unleash the usual flame barrage) is this assertion:

Black has given himself plot headaches by meddling with some techniques of the trade he mastered so brilliantly in “Christine Falls.” Departing from the convention of allowing the reader to follow the story from the detective’s perspective, Black runs Quirke’s private investigation on a parallel track with the victim’s own story, told in intimate flashbacks.

Saints preserve us, such esoteric, outré literary devices!  As Ms. Stasio reaches for the reassuring comfort of The Cat Who Could Read Backwards, we ponder her closing:

But the conventions of crime fiction provide structural security for any exploratory attack on the subject of evil (or sin, as Black’s characters are more apt to define it), and failing to take full advantage of that freedom is like traveling all the way to Ireland and neglecting to visit either a church or a pub.

Now, we know that the whole ongoing clash between the so-called literary and the so-called genre is a touchy subject, tedious to most (including ourselves) and made increasingly irrelevant by efforts of the likes of Michael Chabon and Jonathan Lethem.  But it would seem to us that it's precisely this sort of slavish devotion to form that renders the form less interesting to those with more (yes) literary leanings.  Sure, we understand that there are rules, but we also understand that art routinely breaks rules in pursuit of greatness.  (Now, we're not even going to go near the whole "erotica" v. literary fiction thing, especially since Rupert Smith has it so, ahem ably in hand ... )

At any rate, we urge you to ignore Ms. Stasio's confining notions of what makes a good read and check out this wonderfully moody novel for yourself.

April 18, 2008

SALON IN THE CITY

Word reaches us that Skylight is trying to revive the tradition of the literary salon right in here in town.  Details:

Time: Saturday, April 19, 2008 4:00 p.m.
Location: Skylight Books
Title of Event: SKYLIGHT SALON

Yearning for witty repartee and intellectual stimulation? How about wine and hors d'oeuvres? Come join us for our new monthly series, Skylight Salon, where our staff shares their faves from small presses and independent publishers. A modern-day mixer for the literary minded. This month we feature: Archipelago Books, Dzanc Books, and Red Hen Press. We look forward to tipping our glasses and sharing our favorite books from independent presses with you!

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TEV GIVEAWAY: WRACK AND RUIN

WarcoverDon Lee is probably best known to many of you for his time spent at Ploughshares.  His novel Country of Origin won an American Book Award, the Edgar Award for Best First Novel, and a Mixed Media Watch Image Award for Outstanding Fiction, and his story collection Yellow won the Sue Kaufman Prize for First Fiction from the American Academy of Arts and Letters and the Members Choice Award from the Asian American Writers' Workshop.

He's got a new novel out this month called Wrack and Ruin, and here's some of the advance praise the book has garnered:

"Don Lee is a gift, and his latest novel, Wrack and Ruin, is magnificent: bold, beautiful, heartfelt, witty, broad of scope, and yet as intimate as love given, or love received" - Junot Diaz

"Wrack and Ruin is a spectacular romp, one of those rare novels whose goofiness is matched by its gravitas. Don Lee is a master of the tightly woven plot; this book is nearly impossible to put down, though at times you may have to pause out of sheer hilarity." - Jennifer Egan

We suspect that many of you will be as eager to read this as we are, so thanks to the kind folks at Norton, we are offering not one but five copies, each signed by the author, for today's TEV giveaway.  So we all know the drill by now - please stand, put your right hand over your heart and recite with us: Drop us an email, subject line "RUIN ME".  Previous winners ineligible.  Please include your full mailing address. Entries will be accepted until 7 p.m. PST, at which time the Random Number Generator will have its way with five of you.  While you're waiting for the outcome, you can check out this interesting interview with Lee.

UPDATE: We're a bit delayed this weekend on selecting a winner but expect to have something here for you come Monday.

UPDATE REDUX:  Thanks to Norton for increasing our winning pool to seven copies!  Congratulations go to: Sue Buchman, Leslie deVries, Peter Erichsen, David Remy, Brett Beach, Casey Kittrell and Gonzalo Baeza.

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