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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 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!

April 25, 2008

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 21, 2008

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.

April 18, 2008

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.

April 11, 2008

TEV GIVEAWAY: ROOSTER TROIKA

RoosterThis year's regrettable Rooster contretemps should not obscure the fact that some truly wonderful books were considered, and two extraordinary titles made it to the final round.  Now, for the vast majority of you who didn't get to participate as a judge, we are happy to offer a special TEV giveaway: The final round of the Tournament of Books - Junot Diaz's newly anointed Pulitzer Prize winner The Brief Wondrous Life of Oscar Wao, and zombie round dark horse Remainder by Tom McCarthy.  And to sweeten an already sweet pot, we're throwing in the book you know we were rooting for all along - The Savage Detectives.  The lucky winner of this package will swear they're a Rooster judge, you'll see.

So, we all know the drill.  Please drop us an email, subject line: "HOLY CRAP THAT'S AN AWESOME GIVEAWAY" and, as always, include your mailing address, please.  We regret that previous winners ineligible.  We'll take all entries until 8:00 p.m. PST at which time the Random Number Generator will crow.  And don't forget that Harry, Revised is supposed to be in the stores on Tuesday, April 15.  Until then ...

UPDATE: And this staggering popular giveaway has been won by Kyle McClure of Grey Eagle, MN.  Thanks to the many who entered!

April 04, 2008

TEV GIVEAWAY: LAST LAST CHANCE

LlcFirst and foremost - many thanks to Fiona Maazel for a terrific turn as guest blogger.  We hope you all enjoyed the show.

Second, we're off next week on a retreat to focus on the new novel, so posting is likely to be light around here.

Now on to the main business.  You've met the guest blogger, now win the book.  We are happy to offer a signed copy of Last Last Chance - about which our crystal ball suggests you're all about to hear more - to a lucky TEV reader (though, really, aren't you all lucky?) ... You know the routine.  We're taking all emails, subject line "I'M A LOSER" and, as always, include your full mailing address please.  We'll take all entries until 6 p.m. PST at which time the mighty Random Number Generator shall declare a winner.  Until then, mes amis ...

UPDATE: We love, love, love it when a regular reader/entrant wins.  After seeing L.A. resident Alan Cranis in our inbox for many, many months, his number has finally (literally!) come up.  Well done, Alan!  (And it's heartening to see how many of you, in your emails, embrace your inner loser.)

March 26, 2008

L.A. EVENT & SPECIAL GIVEAWAY: JOSHUA FERRIS

TwcttepbJoshua Ferris's superb debut novel Then We Came to the End no longer needs any real introduction - it's been a National Book Award finalist, landed on the front page of the New York Times Book Review, has won a slew of awards and been on more Best of lists than we knew existed.  But we were early fans of the book, bringing it to your attention back in December of 2006, and TEV readers have fond memories of Ferris's guest blogging stint last year.

So it's with considerable pleasure that we alert you to his one Los Angeles area reading in support of the newly released paperback edition of Then We Came to the End.  Ferris will be reading and signing this evening at 7 p.m. at the Santa Monica Barnes & Noble, and we'll be in the audience and hope many of you are there, too.  Come check out the novel that moved two steps closer to Rooster-hood in recent days, first when Maud Newton advanced it, calling it "insightful, expansive, and often hilarious," and then when Gary Shteyngart praised it - quite accurately, we think - as "one of the most humane and sympathetic books of the last decade."

Now, for those of you unable to make it this evening - which means this special giveaway is closed to L.A. residents, that's right closed (just get in the car and come to Santa Monica) unless you've got a doctor's note or a damned fine excuse - we are offering not one, not two but three signed copies of Then We Came to the End.  As ever, as always, drop us a line, subject line "GET ME ON THE FERRIS WHEEL" (sorry, Joshua) or, for select L.A. residents "HERE'S MY TRULY EXCELLENT REASON FOR NOT BEING IN SANTA MONICA TONIGHT."  Include your full mailing address, please.  We'll take all comers until precisely 7 p.m. PST, when the reading commences, and then the Random Number Generator will anoint three winners.

As for the rest of you, hope to see you there.

UPDATE: Congratulations to winners Walter Biggins, Benjamin Percy and Alex Yera.

March 21, 2008

TEV GIVEAWAY: LIFE CLASS

LcLongtime TEV readers will know all too well our devotion to Pat Barker's superb Regeneration trilogy.  With her new novel, Life Class, she returns to the World War I milieu she so memorably depicted in those earlier novels.  Alan Cheuse has called her "the peacetime novelist who knows best how to write about war" and the San Francisco Chronicle thinks that "Here, as in her best fiction, Barker unveils psychologically rich characters…and resists the trappings of a neat love story, reminding us once again that in art and life we remain infinitely mysterious."  Here's the Independent:

Barker's evocation of the front-line hospital is masterly, gripping in its narrative thrust and judicious in its use of detail - the twitching stump of an amputated leg, gunfire rocking water in a glass. If there is a whiff of the card-index, she herself briskly acknowledges that with the comprehensive list of sources, from Henry Tonks's Art and Surgery to Vera Brittain's diary. It is no criticism to say that I at once wanted to get hold of those titles that I did not know; simply a recognition of this divide: there is the reality, and there is the invention it has generated.

So, as before, as always the song remains the same.  Drop us an email, subject line "I GOT CLASS"  Prior winners ineligible.  And please be certain to include your full mailing address.  We'll take all entries until 7 p.m. P.S.T and then the Random Number Generator - which we assure you is neither slight nor sexist - will anoint a winner.  Until then, enjoy this glimpse of the fine Barker profile in the New Yorker.

UPDATE: Congratulations to winner Theodore Blackston on NY, NY.

March 07, 2008

TEV GIVEAWAY: PETROPOLIS

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First off, apologies: If you are a winner waiting for a book, it's coming, we promise.  We are a bit behind, once again.

In the weeks ahead, we'll be giving away some (though by no means all) of the books featured in this year's Tournament of Books.  First up is Anya Ulinich's Petropolis, which Antoine Wilson, writing for the Los Angeles Times, described as "engaging, funny and genuinely moving in all the right places. It is a sparkling debut, a unique comic novel of Homo post-Sovieticus."  And Stephan Clark reviewed it right here at TEV:

Like Zadie Smith or John Irving, other novelists who work on a large canvas, the author of Petropolis moves through and credibly evokes many locales and times, and often interests the reader most when she goes on a narrative detour that takes us into the consciousness of someone other than the main character. She's got a controlled voice that can hit the notes between tragedy and comedy, many of her characters have lives as full as those found in a history book, and her background as a painter can be seen in the precise arrangements of her verbal imagery.

We've got a copy of the new paperback edition, courtesy of Penguin, which we'll dispatch (promptly) to one lucky winner per the usual dance steps: Drop us an email, subject line "GOOD ANYA" (sorry), and, as always, include yer freakin' mailing address.  Previous winners are ineligible.  We'll take all emails until, let's call it 6:00 p.m. PST, and then it's Random Number Generator time.  Until then ...

RECOMMENDED

  • Diary of a Bad Year by J. M. Coetzee

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    Now, on the one hand, you scarcely need us to alert you to the existence of a new J.M. Coetzee novel, or even to have us tell you it's worth reading. But we can tell you - we insist on telling you that Diary of a Bad Year is a triumph, easily Coetzee's most affecting and fully wrought work since Disgrace. Formally inventive, the book intertwines two narratives with the author's own Strong Opinions, a series of seemingly discrete philosophical and political essays. The cumulative effect of this strange trio is deeply moving and thought provoking. It's increasingly rare in this thoroughly post-post-modern age to raise the kind of questions in fiction Coetzee handles so masterfully - right down to what is it, exactly, that we expect (or need) from our novels. It's telling that, for all of his serious pronouncements on subjects ranging from censorship to pedophilia to the use of torture, it's finally a few pages from The Brothers Karamazov that brings him to tears. Moving, wise and - how's this for a surprise - funny and lightly self-mocking, Diary of a Bad Year might well be the book of the year and Coetzee is surely our essential novelist. We haven't stopped thinking about it since we set it down.
  • The Indian Clerk by David Leavitt

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    David Leavitt's magnificent new novel tells the story of the unlikely friendship between the British mathematician G.H. Hardy and Srinivasa Ramanujan, mathematical autodidact and prodigy who had been working as a clerk in Madras, and who would turn out to be one of the great mathematical minds of the century. Ramanujan reluctantly joined Hardy in England - a move that would ultimately prove to his detriment - and the men set to work on proving the Riemann Hypothesis, one of mathematics' great unsolved problems. The Indian Clerk, an epic and elegant work which spans continents and decades, encompasses a World War, and boasts a cast of characters that includes Bertrand Russell, Ludwig Wittgenstein and Lytton Strachey. Leavitt renders the complex mathematics in a manner that resonates emotionally as well as intellectually, and writes with crystalline elegance. The metaphor of the prime number – divisible only by one and itself – is beautifully apt for this tale of these two isolated geniuses. Leavitt's control of this dense, sprawling material is impressive – astonishing, at times – and yet despite its scope, he keeps us focused on his great themes of unknowability and identity. The Indian Clerk might be set in the past but it doesn't resemble most so-called "historical fiction." Rather, it's an ageless meditation on the quests for knowledge and for the self – and how frequently the two are intertwined – that is, finally, as timeless as the music of the primes. (View our full week of coverage here.)
  • Then We Came to the End by Joshua Ferris

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    Joshua Ferris' warm and funny debut novel is an antidote to the sneering likes of The Office and Max Barry's Company. Treating his characters with both affection and respect, Ferris takes us into a Chicago ad agency at the onset of the dot-bomb. Careers are in jeopardy, nerves are frayed and petty turf wars are fought. But there are bigger stakes in the balance, and Ferris' weirdly indeterminate point of view that's mostly first person plural, underscores the shared humanity of everyone who has ever had to sit behind a desk. It's a luminous, affecting debut and you can read the first chapter right here.
  • Christine Falls by Benjamin Black

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    Coming to these shores at last, John Banville's thriller, written under the nom de plume Benjamin Black, has drawn rave reviews across the pond since it first appeared last October. Those who feared Banville might turn in an overly literary effort needn't worry. Influenced by Simenon's romans durs (hard stories), Banville unspools a dark mystery set in 1950s Dublin concerning itself with, among other things, the church's trade in orphans. At the heart of the book is the coroner Quirke, a Banvillean creation on par with Alex Cleave and Freddie Montgomery. Dublin is rendered with a damp, creaky specificity – you can almost taste the whisky.
  • The Paris Review Interviews, I by The Paris Review and Philip Gourevitch

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    Scanning our Recommended selections, one might conclude we're addicted to interviews, and one would be correct. If author interviews are like crack to us, then the Paris Review author interviews must surely be the gold standard of crack (a comparison Plimpton might not have embraced). The newly issued The Paris Review Interviews, Volume I (Picador) rolls out the heavy hitters. Who can possibly turn away from the likes of Saul Bellow, T.S. Eliot, Ernest Hemingway, Jorge Luis Borges, Dorothy Parker, Robert Gottlieb and others? The interviews are formal and thoughtful but never dry and can replace any dozen "how-to" books on writing. What can be more comforting than hearing Bellow, answering a question on preparations and conception, admit "Well, I don't know exactly how it's done.” The best part of this collection? The "Volume I" in the title, with its promise of more volumes to come.
  • Above Paris

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    See, we’re not all literary fiction here. Princeton Architectural Press’s absolutely breathtaking Above Paris is very much the kind of thing we’re eager to bring to your attention. Between 1950 and 1972, pilot and photographer Roger Henrard recorded more than 350 images of Paris from the seat of a single-engine Piper cub, documenting Paris from its outskirts to its center. His photographs show not only Paris's famous landmarks - they also give you a sense of the way the city is interconnected: the tight-knit medieval districts as well as the expansive geometry of the grand boulevards. Maps at the beginning of each chapter and fine captions and essays by Jean-Louis Cohen help you navigate the City of Light as never before. Just glorious.
  • The Dead Fish Museum: Stories by Charles D'Ambrosio

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    The best short story collection we've read since ... well, certainly since we've started this blog. And we might even say "ever" if Dubliners didn't cast such a long shadow. The short story is not our preferred form but D'Ambrosio's eight brilliant stories are almost enough to convert us. Defy the conventional wisdom that short story collections don't sell and treat yourself to this marvel. (We're especially partial, naturally, to "Screenwriter".)
  • The Mystery Guest by Grégoire Bouillier
    *Now in Paperback*

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    What would you do if the woman who’d left you high and dry ten years ago called out of the blue to invite you to a party without any further explanation? If you’re French, you’d probably spend a lot of time pondering the Deeper Significance Of It All, which is exactly what Grégoire Bouillier does for the 120 hilarious pages of The Mystery Guest. This slim, witty memoir follows Bouillier through the party from hell, and is a case study in Gallic self-abasement. Before it’s all done, you’ll set fire to any turtleneck hanging in your closet and think twice before buying an expensive Bordeaux as a gift. But fear not – just when it seems that all is, indeed, random and pointless and there is no Deeper Significance, salvation arrives in the unlikely form of Virginia Woolf, and the tale ends on a note of unforced optimism. Parfait.
  • Ticknor by Sheila Heti

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    When George Ticknor's Life of William Hickling Prescott was published in 1864, it received rapturous notices, and reviewers were quick to point out that the long-standing friendship between Prescott and Ticknor made the latter an ideal Boswell. Sheila Heti has pulled this obscure leaf from the literary archives and fashioned a mordantly funny anti-history; a pungent and hilarious study of bitterness and promise unfulfilled. As a fretful Ticknor navigates his way through the rain-soaked streets of Boston to Prescott's house ("But I am not a late man. I hate to be late."), he recalls his decidedly one-sided lifelong friendship with his great subject. Unlike the real-life Ticknor, this one is an embittered also-ran, full of plans and intentions never realized, always alive to the fashionable whispers behind his back. Heti seamlessly inhabits Ticknor's fussy 19th-century diction with a feat of virtuoso ventriloquism that puts one in mind of The Remains of the Day. Heti's Ticknor would be insufferable if he weren't so funny, and in the end, the black humor brings a leavening poignancy to this brief tale. But don't let the size fool you — this 109-page first novel is small but scarcely slight; it is as dense and textured as a truffle.
  • The Believer Book of Writers Talking to Writers by Vendela Vida

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    No, your eyes aren't deceiving you and yes, we are recommending a Believer product. Twenty-three interviews (a third presented for the first time) pairing the likes of Zadie Smith with Ian McEwan, Jonathan Lethem with Paul Auster, Edward P. Jones and ZZ Packer, and Adam Thirwell with Tom Stoppard make this collection a must-read. Lifted out of the context of some of the magazine's worst twee excesses, the interviews stand admirably on their own as largely thoughtful dialogues on craft. A handful of interviewers seem more interested in themselves than in their subjects but in the main this collection will prove irresistible to writers of any stripe - struggling or established - and to readers seeking a window into the creative process.
  • The Sea by John Banville

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    John Banville's latest novel returns him to the Booker Prize shortlist for the first time since 1989's The Book of Evidence. In The Sea, we find Banville in transition, moving from the icy, restrained narrators of The Untouchable, Eclipse and Shroud toward warmer climes. Max Morden has returned to the vacation spot of his youth as he grieves the death of his wife. Remembering his first, fatal love, Morden works to reconcile himself to his loss. Banville's trademark linguistic virtuosity is everpresent but some of the chilly control is relinquished and Max mourns and rages in ways that mark a new direction for Banville - and there's at least one great twist which you'll never see coming. Given the politicized nature of the British literary scene, Banville's shot at the prize might be hobbled by his controversial McEwan review but we're rooting for our longtime favorite to go all the way at last. UPDATE: Our man won!
  • Here Is Where We Meet by John Berger

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    We've been fans of Booker Prize winner John Berger for ages, and we're delighted to have received an early copy of his latest work, Here is Where We Meet. In this lovely, elliptical, melancholy "fictional memoir," Berger traverses European cities from Libson to Geneva to Islington, conversing with shades from his past – He encounters his dead mother on a Lisbon tram, a beloved mentor in a Krakow market. Along the way, we're treated to marvelous and occasionally heart-rending glimpses of an extraordinary life, a lyrical elegy to the 20th century from a man who - in his eighth decade - remains committed to his political beliefs and almost childlike in his openness to people, places and experiences. There's no conventional narrative here, and those seeking plot are advised to look elsewhere. But Here is Where We Meet offers a wise, moving and poetic look at the life of an artist traversing the European century from a novelist whose talent remains undimmed in his twilight years.
  • Home Land by Sam Lipsyte

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    In his recent TEV guest review of Home Land, Jim Ruland called Sam Lipsyte the "funniest writer of his generation," and we're quite inclined to agree.  We tore through Home Land in two joyful sittings and can't remember the last time we've laughed so hard.   Lipsyte's constellation of oddly sympathetic losers is rendered with a sparkling, inspired prose style that's sent us off in search of all his prior work. In Lewis Miner's (a.k.a Teabag) woeful epistolary dispatches to his high school alumni newsletter ("I did not pan out."), we find an anti-hero for the age.  Highly, highly recommended.

SECOND LOOK

  • The Bookshop by Penelope Fitzgerald

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    Penelope Fitzgerald's second novel is the tale of Florence Green, a widow who seeks, in the late 1950s, to bring a bookstore to an isolated British town, encountering all manner of obstacles, including incompetent builders, vindictive gentry, small minded bankers, an irritable poltergeist, but, above all, a town that might not, in fact, want a bookshop. Fitzgerald's prose is spare but evocative – there's no wasted effort and her work is reminiscent of Hemingway's dictum that every word should fight for its right to be on the page. Florence is an engaging creation, stubbornly committed to her plan even as uncertainty regarding the wisdom of the enterprise gnaws at her. But The Bookshop concerns itself, finally, with the astonishing vindictiveness of which provincials are capable, and, as so much English fiction must, it grapples with the inevitabilities of class. It's a dense marvel at 123 pages, a book you won't want to – or be able to – rush through.
  • The Rider by Tim Krabbe

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    Tim Krabbé's superb 1978 memoir-cum-novel is the single best book we've read about cycling, a book that will come closer to bringing you inside a grueling road race than anything else out there. A kilometer-by-kilometer look at just what is required to endure some of the most grueling terrain in the world, Krabbé explains the tactics, the choices and – above all – the grinding, endless, excruciating pain that every cyclist faces and makes it heart-pounding rather than expository or tedious. No writer has better captured both the agony and the determination to ride through the agony. He's an elegant stylist (ably served by Sam Garrett's fine translation) and The Rider manages to be that rarest hybrid – an authentic, accurate book about cycling that's a pleasure to read. "Non-racers," he writes. "The emptiness of those lives shocks me."

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