I’m still coughing and finally went to the doctor after 8 nights of interrupted, cough-ridden sleep. I’ve been given some drugs which hopefully will help. Meanwhile, I flipped through Ingram’s Advance Magazine. Mostly it’s a list of books coming out that month, but the first 10 pages or so have some good interviews and whatnot. The New Voices column, written by Amy Cox Williams (I met her last year at BEA. She’s really nice) is about Tom Rob Smith and his debut novel Child 44. I read this book and wrote about it a few weeks ago. Now I learn that it’s set to become a movie directed by Ridley Scott. And guess who is writing the screenplay? Richard Price. I can’t find confirmation anywhere just doing a lazy google search and the article isn’t available online. So you’ll have to take my word for it. Also Smith is at work on a follow up, set a couple of years after the end of the book and features some of the main characters.
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Miscellaneous
I’ve got an assortment of links here:
- The Fourth Annual New York Round Table Writers’ Conference will be on Friday April 11th and Saturday April 12th. The line up looks great–Charles Bock, Alice Hoffman, Joshua Ferris just to name a few.
- Also the PEN World Voices conference will be from April 20th to May 4th. This year’s theme is Public Lives/Private Lives. The list of participants is outstanding. I’m very excited about Umberto Eco, Salman Rushdie, and Mario Vargas Llosa reuniting on stage. I’d pay money to see that.
- Speaking of Salman Rushdie, he’ll be appearing at my store this summer, on Monday July 14th. We’ve got some great folks coming in the next few months: Richard Price on April 17th, Tony Horowitz on May 5th, Armistead Maupin on May 30th, David Sedaris on June 6th, Lewis Black on June 7th.
- Terry Teachout discusses The Ten Cent Plague by David Hajdu over at Commentary magazine. My store is also hosting an event with him next week at the Brattle Theater.
- Great interview with Jon Banville in the Village Voice. Have I gushed yet over Silver Swan, the second of Benjamin Black’s books? It’s even better than his first book.
- John Freeman, flip flopper. Last year he loved book reviews, the world was getting enough. Now he’s off them. Book reviews are like fad diets. They’re the carbs of our book world perhaps?
- Finally, I leave you with the 7 deadly words of book reviewing: poignant, compelling, intriguing, eschew, craft, muse, and lyrical. I’m sure I’m guilty of using all of these. I mused long and hard on crafting the perfect compelling sentence about eschewing the use of these poignant words.
Winter Fights Back
Winter must have heard I was talking trash because I’ve developed a cold in the last few days. That’s okay with me because it gives me a chance to do some reading. I’ve read two interesting books that I don’t know quite what to make of yet.
The first book is The Secret History of Moscow by Ekaterina Sedia. The book follows several characters in 1990s Moscow as they search for missing people who might have turned into birds. There’s a secret, magic underground beneath Moscow where the old myths and archetypes live. Galina, whose sister is one of the missing, Yakov, a policeman investigating the disappearances, and Fyodor, an alcoholic street artist, make their way into this hidden area. I enjoyed reading it, but am not sure what to make of it all. It’s supposed to be a commentary of Russian society. Perhaps it’s the Dayquil that prevented me from getting to the depths of the story.
The second book is even weirder than the first. I tried describing Girl Factory to Mr. Bookdwarf last night. He definitely thought I had taken too much Dayquil. First I have to congratulate whoever designed the cover:
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It’s certainly eye-catching. Here is the back of the book description: “There’s a disturbing secret in the basement of a strip mall yogurt parlor. Jonathan, the mostly clueless clerk who works there, just wants to fix things once and for all, but beginning with an encounter at an animal shelter that leaves three dead, things don’t work out quite the way Jonathan intends . . . or do they? Beneath its picaresque surface, “Girl Factory” raises unsettling questions about storytelling, the nature of freedom, and the ubiquitous objectification of women.” It’s starts out with Jonathan visiting a dog pound to break out a super intelligent dog slated to be put down. He discovers the dog playing chess, specifically Boris Spassky’s losing game against Anatoly Karpov in 1973. Yeah. He breaks the dog out, doesn’t get caught, and eventually goes back to work at Mister Twisty, a yogurt purveyor. Turns out his boss Spinner has several women in jars preserved in special yogurt concoction. I’m going to leave the plot there. Lets just say, Jonathan spends the rest of the book trying to revive the women. I’ve got no words for this book. It’s enjoyable for sure, but trying to describe or explain it? I’m going to go back to coughing and blowing my nose for now.
Books from Blogs Can be a Bad Idea or Publishers Wasting Money
I first heard about the website Stuff White People Like at the panel on which I particpated with Sarah Boxer. The third panelist Sharon, who writes the blog Word Up for the Boston Phoenix, brought it up. Since then, not a day goes by that someone doesn’t mention it. I knew it was over when an article in the Globe appeared today.
Landers recently signed a deal with Random House to turn the concept into a book after a competitive auction that allegedly reached six figures.
Say it isn’t so! This just seems like a bad idea. Sharon reports that the founders of the site might have gotten as much as $350,000. And people wonder why the publishing industry is in trouble. Here’s a piece of advice: Stop publishing this crap! Sure, it’s a fun site that might amuse for a few minutes, but by the time the book comes out, will it be funny anymore?
RIP LBC
As Dan Green mentions, the Litblog Co-op has disbanded. It was fun project that I enjoyed, but we all lead busy lives and it took a lot more work than you’d think. Here are Ed’s thoughts about the whole matter.
Spring Might Have Arrived, but No One Has Told Winter to Go Home
I’m officially sick of Winter. Cold days begone! The buying season is almost over for me. I’m waiting for my last sales rep right now. This is the end of my very first buying season as the Head Buyer. I think it went well. It’s hard to tell since not many of the books I’ve bought have shown up yet.
I got some great galleys in the mail this week:
- Lonely Werewolf Girl by Martin Millar
- Missy by Chris Hannan
- The Story of a Marriage by Andrew Sean Greer
- The Red Prince by Timothy Snyder
- Temporary People by Steve Gillis
- The Latehomecomer by Kao Kalia Yang
- The Secret History of Moscow by Ekaterina Sedia
There are more of course, but I felt sort of blessed or something I guess for getting so many good books in the mail in the spate of a few days. I get a lot of galleys. Loads. Too many, and so many that I don’t want to read frankly. I’m looking forward to a weekend of reading.
Child 44 by Tom Rob Smith
Want a fast-paced chilling historical thriller? Than this is your book. Tom Rob Smith has recreated the world of Stalinist Russia, right down to the smothering paranoia and hypocrisy. All of the details feel creepily real. Theoretically all of the Russian people’s needs are met; They’re fed, clothed, sheltered and employed. Under Communist logic then there is no real crime except for crimes against the state. Leo Demidov is a solid citizen, a member of the State service who ferrets out these supposed spies. Even the seemingly innocent confess to something, even if only that they had bad thoughts about Stain.
When Demidov is pulled off of a case in order to look into a child’s death, his faith in the system in shaken. There’s a serial killer murdering children on the loose. To admit that this is true is a crime against the state. Leo must solve the murders even though he’s disgraced after refusing to denounce his wife. Forced to flee, he rushes to stop the killer before more victims accumulate.
The writing feels fresh and the plot imaginative. Stalinist Russia never seemed so real.
Monday Linkage
Another busy Monday here. I’ve got five rep appointments in three days. Whew! At least I’m at the end of the buying season. Here’s a few links for your reading pleasure:
- My pal Mike has posted an interview with Bret Anthony Johnson, author of Naming the World: And Other Exercises for the Creative Writer.
- An article by Rupert Thomson! Can’t remember who first pointed this out to me, so thanks internets.
- Guess who is part of the Morning New’s Video Digest. (The answer is me.)
- Also the Tournament of Books kicked off last Friday. I won’t ruin it for you. It’s worth reading the judges explanation and the commentary.
- Maud got hacked. I get a lot of spam here. Some of it gets through, some of it doesn’t. Luckily no one has tried hijacking my site.
- Ed has started a roundtable discussion about Nicholson Baker’s new book Human Smoke: The Beginnings of World War II, the End of Civilization. This is a really interesting, different book about the decades leading up to the war.
- Scott Esposito has published another issue of the Quarterly Conversation.
- Did you know that Costo, Starbucks, and Amazon sell books? And people buy them? No way!
Interview with James Howard Kunstler
I was fortunate enough to recently conduct my very first interview with James Howard Kunstler, author of The Long Emergency and most recently the novel World Made by Hand.
MS: What made you decide to write a fictional account of The Long Emergency?
JHK: Two things, really: first I wanted to vividly and graphically depict conditions in a future everyday America that I forecast in my previous book, The Long Emergency, which was nonfiction, of course. I wanted the audience to really sense the way this world felt, looked, and tasted — what it was like to smell the horses, and feel the tranquility of a place relieved of automobile traffic, and taste the cornbread fresh from the oven. I also wanted to put across the idea that, as different as this new world I depict may be, it is far from being a terrible place. In fact, the textures of life unmediated by electronic gadgets, free of incessant advertising and automobile traffic, begin to seem rather appealing when you spend a little time there, mentally. My second reason for writing this book is that I adamantly insist on being a “full-service” writer — I like writing fiction and I refuse to be pigeonholed as just a certain kind of polemicist.
MS: I think comparisons to Cormac McCarthy’s ‘The Road’ will be inevitable due to the subject nature. Have you read that book and how do you feel about any comparisons? Personally, I see them as two very different stories. McCarthy has written the Odyssean epic and you’ve something that has pastoral aspects to it.
JHK: Frankly, I avoided reading other “futuristic” novels while writing World Made By Hand — though I am a fan and a reader of Cormac McCarthy through No Country For Old Men, which impressed me with its sheer dramatic velocity. But I do know something about the story in The Road from all the web chatter, and I like to joke that World Made By Hand is the antidote to it. Yes, World Made By Hand was conceived consciously as a “pastorale” — a work saturated with rural themes, and hence located firmly in “nature.” It also has elements of a classic quest story, in so far as the central incident of the book is a rescue mission down the Hudson Valley to free four local men held in a hostage-for-ransom racket. But mostly it is the story of what has become, by circumstance, a rather isolated rural community in a land that has changed severely.
MS: What made you decide to bring in religion? Are you religious yourself? It’s interesting that though this sort of fundamentalist religious movement moves into Union Grove, they’re not what you think they are. In the end, they’re not the group that wreaks havoc in the story. Instead, their arrival brings about new growth to the town.
JHK: No, I’m not religious myself. But it seemed to me that religion would have to furnish much of the structure of daily life that will have been lost in the demise of corporate jobs, government at all levels, school, and all the other trappings of complex modern society that had sheltered people in their daily lives previously. In World Made By Hand, the townspeople of Union Grove are very involved in their church. It’s all they have left. Now that there is no more canned entertainment, no CDs, movies, iPods, the townspeople have to make their own music, and a lot of it is organized through and around the church. For all that, however, the townspeople are not very pious. The minister of the First Congregational, Loren Holder, is one of the few characters in the book who uses profane language regularly. Another side of this, of course, is the New Faith Brotherhood, the evangelical group from Virginia that has moved to Union Grove (and bought the abandoned high school) in fleeing the disorders down South. When I began writing World Made By Hand, I assumed they’d be the “bad guys.” But I grew fond of them quickly, especially their leader, Brother Jobe, a comically dark figure who is a combination of Boss Hogg and Captain Ahab, and I went another way with them. They display a good deal of competence, earnestness, and bravery, though they certainly have a lunatic edge to them. Interestingly, almost all their attempts to proselytize others end in failure. Their targets all say they’re “not interested” in one way or another. Way back in my days as a newspaper reporter, in the 1970s, I kind of specialized in investigating religious cult groups, so I am not unfamiliar with their ways. I enjoyed consorting with them, though not a few of them were dangerous characters.
MS: So you’re saying that people will use religion as a means to gather together for all sorts of reasons. Entertainment will be hard to come by with no television or movies, etc. Do you see people falling back into religion in a world without oil?
JHK: Only in the social sense that the church provides a place for the enactments of communal life. In the book, actually, many of the characters express anger toward God, blaming him for their losses and hardships. Yet they all understand why the church has become the focus of what happens outside the household. The other structures of everyday life are gone. The New Faith sect, led by Brother Jobe, appears to be organized as much for practical survival as for worship. They’re not especially rigid in their habits. The New Faith brothers are portrayed as enthusiastic drinkers (and very effective killers, when the necessity arises). The women are described as sensuous and possibly even available. For what is left of the “mainstream” folks of Union Grove, the Reverend Loren Holder probably expresses their attitude most emblematically. He’s a minister who has lost God but finds his fellow man.
MS: How much research did you have to do to write about the details of daily life in Union Grove? They’ve gone back to a lot of what I always think of as the ‘Little House on the Prairie’ practices. Also, do you think people will really be able to function as well in a non-machine age?
JHK: Oh, I dug out the usual manuals of self-sufficiency and gardening and my girlfriend was a horse-owner and she was hanging out with the ox, mule, and draft horse crowd, so I picked up some useful information around that. I hasten to add that I am not myself anything close to being an expert — or even competent — in these skills. But in writing a novel, one’s job is, so to speak, to construct a “script” for somebody to run a movie in their own head. You don’t have to furnish the reader with encyclopedic information to accomplish this. (Moby Dick might have been a more successful book if old Herman held back some of those didactic chapters about butchering whales and rendering the blubber.) But I did think the reader needed a rich set of suggestions from me to bring out the sensual elements. For instance, I dwelt quite a bit on the cuisine of the “post-oil” age, partly because I am a good cook myself and interested in these matters, but also because it was a sure route to the reader’s sense-awareness. Mostly, World Made By Hand is an exercise in dramatic imagination. Personally, I am not what some might call “a survivalist” — I’m not hoarding brown rice in plastic tubs in the basement or acquiring an arsenal of firearms. I am an avid gardener.
MS: The social divisions revert back to the old ways: racial tension, a classist, almost feudal society, sexes go back to old labor division. Do you really see society reverting back to these?
JHK: I do believe that a lot of the “progressive” social relations that are normal for us today will fall by the wayside as our society stumbles into broad and deep economic distress. Many of the supposed triumphs of feminism, for instance, are, in my opinion, a product not of “higher consciousness,” but simply of overcoming age-old division-of-labor issues via the cheap and abundant energy supplies we enjoyed during the 20th century and a little beyond it. We’ll look back on that as a kind of odd luxury, I think. In World Made By Hand, however, none of the characters complain about the new disposition of those things. The corporate milieu no longer exists, so nobody’s concerned about the “glass ceiling” or hiring policies. They’re too busy surviving, and they’re all working within their obvious strengths and competencies. As for race relations, there are references to conflict in other parts of the country, but the news is so sparse that we don’t get a whole lot of detail about it. While I think there is plenty of potential for ethnic conflict in an unraveling USA — and I said so plainly in The Long Emergency — I didn’t see any benefit in dragging that onto center stage in World Made By Hand. Anyway, there’s plenty of conflict between the various local groups depicted in the story — the townspeople of Union Grove, the New Faithers, the crypto-feudal denizens of Stephen Bullock’s plantation, the lowlifes led by Wayne Karp of Karptown, who run the old town dump for salvage, and the gangsters who surround Dan Curry, boss of the Albany docks.
MS: The several factions that you mention above, are they archetypes? You’ve got Stephen Bullock’s peaceful yet rigid society, the chaos of Karptown, the more organized gangsters of Dan Curry in Albany, the religious folk of the New Faith, and the townspeople of Union Grove. Do you think that people will be able to survive at all on their own? It seems necessary for people to gather together in any way possible in order to survive. Is this how you see people reacting in the future?
JHK: The various groups are self-selecting factions. Wayne Karp’s followers are the lowlifes, petty criminals, and motor heads who have gravitated to each other by their predilection for trashy things (and it is no accident that their chief business is excavating the old town dump). Their community is not portrayed as “chaotic,” by the way — Wayne correctly states that he “rules with an iron got-damn fist” — but you sense that without him in charge, his tribe of followers would tend to act without a great deal of impulse control, shall we say. The people around the gangster Dan Curry are clearly in it to benefit from the order he imposes on the Albany docks (which is the city’s sole remaining center of business.) The people who live and work on Bullock’s plantation are portrayed as having “sold their allegiance for security” — in other words, they’re little more than landed peasants now, living under the rule of a rather benign feudal lord. The New Faithers have their obvious attractions to the Jesus myth and the security afforded by Brother Jobe’s charismatic competence. And so on. It is only the townspeople of Union Grove who are left without any obvious reasons for mutual allegiance other than the geographical happenstance of them occupying what remains physically of the town. They are the only group depicted in the book who are utterly bereft of authority, and suffering from it. As the one who created them in an imaginative exercise, I feel that they have an awful lot yet to work out in the years ahead.
MS: Death is more commonplace in your book. People die from basic diseases and also from violence more often. Today, in America at least, we don’t lose people that often. Do you think that the end of oil will bring society’s numbers back down in some sort of Malthusian episode?
JHK: Oh gosh, the America of our time is hugely violent. For starters, we have the 45,000-odd souls killed in traffic accidents every year — almost as many as died in the Vietnam War from 1963 to 1975!!! — and this doesn’t count the ones who survive the car crashes to live on merely maimed and brain-damaged. For the past year we’ve had a spate of campus shootings — including the one with the highest death toll to date, at Virginia Tech — and one just last week over at Northern Illinois University. Drug gang violence is going strong in LA, Miami, and many other metroplexes. The sheer demeanor of everyday people is startlingly bellicose – you should see the tattooed, Road Warrior-looking freaks at my local small-town gym! The nightly cable news is a veritable Grand Guignol of savagery (and that doesn’t even include what happens overseas, in Iraq and Afghanistan). The violence in World Made By Hand pales in comparison and scale. But what’s a bigger problem is the absence of the rule of law. At the center of all the incidents in the story is the fact that authority is no longer present. The police and the courts are not operating. The government is a memory. Nobody knows who to turn to when something bad happens. The restoration of authority — and of order and justice — is what concerns many of the characters most. Now, the question, what do I expect to happen demographically in “real life” is somewhat separate (and academic). I think it’s self-evident that Spaceship Earth (as we used to call it so quaintly) won’t support the current crew of 6.5 billion. In World Made By Hand, epidemic disease has enforced a powerful rate of attrition. Between that and the other “usual suspects” — war, and famine — the population has collapsed by better than half. Medical care is not what it used to be. The doctor lacks antibiotics and advanced anesthesia. Life is fragile.
MS: Are you optimistic about new alternative fuel technologies? Sales of solar panels are on the rise, more people are moving to smaller cars, biodiesel, composting, etc. At the very least, people are thinking about the impact of oil. Do you think oil is already on the way out and we’re just kidding ourselves? Or do you think we could avert some sort of big disaster by moving away from our oil independence?
JHK: I tell college lecture audiences that we will be hugely disappointed in what so-called alt.energy can do for us. Across the nation right now, a delusion reigns broadly that some mythical “they” will “come up with new technologies” that will allow us to run Wal-Mart, Disney World, and the interstate highway system by other means than oil. Ain’t gonna happen. The popular political war-cry for “oil independence” is a companion delusion. There’s a lot we can do to get our collective act together, but we’re not going to run Phoenix on ethanol, solar, wind, and used-french-fry-oil. There’s a lot of confusion out there aggravating the wishful thinking. People think that energy and technology are interchangeable, substitutable, — if you run out of one, just plug in the other. We’re about to find out the hard way that that isn’t so. There’s no question that oil is on the way out. On top of the sheer geological limits to a finite resource, there are new geopolitical sub-plots developing that will aggravate the situation hugely, for instance the only-recently-recognized oil export predicament and the new oil nationalism — topics perhaps too complex to get into here. The bottom line of all this is that the basis for civilized life as we’ve known — cruisin’ for burgers in the good ole USA — it is about to wobble. At the very least, we’d better prepare to live a lot more locally and self-sufficiently so — and by this I mean in the community sense.
MS: I want to ask about the title World Made by Hand. How did you come up with that? I see it as sort of a double entendre. In the book, the people must create everything by hand now that the machine age is over. At the same time, the current world was made by the hands of man with the misuse of oil. Is that accurate?
JHK: Well, you’ve kind of got it. On the one hand (no pun intended) there’s the line from that old American gospel song I use in the epigraph about God’s holy city — “…and it’s not (oh no it’s not) not made by hand….” And then there’s the apparent situation in the book that the townspeople of Union Grove have been left both without the comfort of belief in God, and faced with the task of keeping their world going absolutely by hand. Whatever they make of their little corner of the world, Washington County, New York, will be a world made by hand.
Mudbound by Hillary Jordan
The browns and burnt umbers on the galley cover echo the feeling of mud that spans this debut novel. Mud that slows and traps, echoing the lives of the characters in Mudbound. Jordan won the inaugural Bellwether Prize for her first novel, which depicts the Jim Crow South post World War II. That’s why the mud is apt; It describes those people stuck in this dark, dirty world. This is the story of two families, one black and one white, in the Mississippi Delta whose lives impact one another in a multitude of ways. Told in alternating chapters by Laura, her husband Henry, his brother Jamie, sharecropper Hap, his wife Florence and their son Ronsel, the story unfolds in subtle and brutal ways. Here is city bred Laura McAllan as she is trying to raise her family on her husband’s farm.
I was never so angry as those first months on the farm, watching Henry be happy. Becoming a landowner had transformed him, bringing out a childlike eagerness I’d rarely seen in him. He would come in bursting with the exciting doings of his day: his decision to plant thirty acres in soybeans, his purchase of a fine sow from a neighbor, the new week killer he’d read about in the Progressive Farmer. I listened, responding with as much enthusiasm as I could muster. I tried to shape my happiness out of the fabric of his, like a good wife ought to, but his contentment tore at me. I would see him standing at the edge of the fields with his hands in his pockets, looking out over the land with fierce pride of possession, and think, He’s never looked at me like that, not once.
Ronsel comes across as the most sympathetic character. Even as a child, Florence sees something in him. He’s smart and can go places. He joins the army and ends up a sergeant in the 761st tank battalion, one of the first all black battalions to end up on the front line of the war. In Europe, Ronsel saw a different world, meeting people who saw him as a savior, not as a black soldier. Able to leave behind the harsh realities of life in the South for a few years, he returns only to discover that he’s still a second class citizen. Though he went off to fight for his country, the bigots in Jim Crow South still consider him less than a man. He befriends Jamie, another war vet, who has returned altered from his experience as a bomber pilot. His despair makes him unconsciously selfish. Having become an alcoholic, he sees a kindred spirit in Ronsel, but doesn’t think beyond having a new drinking partner.
Everything unfurls in slow motion. That the outcome is bad is never in question. Jordan superbly depicts the savageness of racism.
