Tuesday, October 9, 2012
So this happened today....
Checking the mail this afternoon, I found an advance copy of Mark A. Rayner's THE FRIDGULARITY. Flipping through it, I noticed a section in the back that features information on Mark's other books. And squealed with delight when I saw that I had been blurbed! What a way to make a girl's day!
If you haven't checked out his stuff yet and you dig fabulist satire, I highly recommend Marvellous Hairy.
Sunday, October 7, 2012
Audioreview: The Leftovers
Listened 9/24/12 - 9/29/12
2 Stars - Recommended Lightly to readers who are already familiar with (and know they enjoy) Tom Perrotta's stuff
Audio Download (8 CD's; approx. 10 hrs)
Publisher: St. Martin's / Macmillian
I should have known better. I really should have known. One of TNBBC's first group reads was Tom Perrotta's The Abstinence Teacher. And against all my better judgement, I read it along with the group and ended up disliking it immensely. It was a little too preachy for my taste, for starters. The title was really quite misleading - I was expecting to read a book about a teacher who was getting grief over their choice of sex-ed curriculum, which is bad enough, but instead I got a book that talked about Soccer and dating and made me want to claw my face off - and the writing was a little too formulaic.
Funny, and not surprising, that I disliked The Leftovers for very similar reasons. Perrotta is nothing if not consistent. The title, and blurb, would have you thinking that this is a book about a rapture-like event - what Tom's characters refer to as the "Sudden Departure" - and the lives of those who are left behind. And you'd be somewhat right. But my issue with the novel lies more in what I was expecting those lives to look like, I suppose. Instead of the "Sudden Departure" kicking off a series of plagues and world wars and bringing the antichrist to light (I blame The Left Behind series for this!), we find ourselves milling around the sleepy little town of Mapleton, where some people have decided to quit what's left of their families and join the silent "Guilty Remnant" group, and others quit bathing and travel around as Barefoot People, and others still follow a self-professed prophet named Holy Wayne. The rest, well, they get back to life as usual. And what boring, vanilla lives they are.
So nothing more gets said about where these people just vanished away to. Sure, those who are left behind mourn the missing, and pine for them, and talk about them from time to time, but the event itself seems to fade away and becomes less than the sound of static in the background. And it was really kind of frustrating for me... listening to the audio on my drive back and forth to work, I kept pleading with the discs to bring the event back and get off of the boring ole lives of Mayor Kevin and his estranged wife Laurie, who became a member of the Guilty Remnant. I couldn't find it in myself to care about Kevin's teenage daughter Jill, who shaved her head and starting hanging with a rougher crowd, or his son who was driving around the country escorting Holy Wayne's pregnant girlfriend to a safe-house, or Kevin's own horribly uncomfortable attempts at dating Nora, a woman who lost her entire family on that fateful day. I was, however, DYING to know what the hell happened on October 14th when tons of people just up and disappeared.
Oh. My. God. Please. Make. Something. Happen. Before. I. Scream. This is what I found myself thinking over and over and over as I continued to place each disc into the cd player of my car. Please. Please. Please. And then suddenly, I was on the last disc, and the story just fucking ended. No resolution to anything. Everything just left hanging out there, blowing around in the breeze. If I had been reading the print copy, I would have thought for sure that the publisher forgot to include the final pages. And of course, I went on mini tweet rage about it:
THE LEFTOVERS should come with a Reader Warning.
WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS LOOSE ENDS. SO MANY, IN FACT, THAT YOU'LL WANT TO PUNCH IT IN ITS FACE.
or this: WARNING: THIS BOOK USES 'THE SUDDEN DEPARTURE' AS A PLOT DEVICE BUT IS REALLY JUST ABOUT A STUPID GROUP OF MAPLETONS.
The writing still feels as though it came out of a can, too. It's like "How to Write a Book 101". There wasn't much passion or feeling in his sentences. It felt clinical, sterile, and again, quite vanilla. Not that there's anything wrong with clinical, sterile, vanilla things - if you're in a doctor's office, say, or eating at a restaurant, you know? But I don't want my literature to be clinical and sterile. To feel as though it was written by a non-human, incredibly robotic, emotionless thing.
Though I suppose I should thank Tom for sparing me the preachy, christian interludes. I really appreciated that!
2 Stars - Recommended Lightly to readers who are already familiar with (and know they enjoy) Tom Perrotta's stuff
Audio Download (8 CD's; approx. 10 hrs)
Publisher: St. Martin's / Macmillian
I should have known better. I really should have known. One of TNBBC's first group reads was Tom Perrotta's The Abstinence Teacher. And against all my better judgement, I read it along with the group and ended up disliking it immensely. It was a little too preachy for my taste, for starters. The title was really quite misleading - I was expecting to read a book about a teacher who was getting grief over their choice of sex-ed curriculum, which is bad enough, but instead I got a book that talked about Soccer and dating and made me want to claw my face off - and the writing was a little too formulaic.
Funny, and not surprising, that I disliked The Leftovers for very similar reasons. Perrotta is nothing if not consistent. The title, and blurb, would have you thinking that this is a book about a rapture-like event - what Tom's characters refer to as the "Sudden Departure" - and the lives of those who are left behind. And you'd be somewhat right. But my issue with the novel lies more in what I was expecting those lives to look like, I suppose. Instead of the "Sudden Departure" kicking off a series of plagues and world wars and bringing the antichrist to light (I blame The Left Behind series for this!), we find ourselves milling around the sleepy little town of Mapleton, where some people have decided to quit what's left of their families and join the silent "Guilty Remnant" group, and others quit bathing and travel around as Barefoot People, and others still follow a self-professed prophet named Holy Wayne. The rest, well, they get back to life as usual. And what boring, vanilla lives they are.
So nothing more gets said about where these people just vanished away to. Sure, those who are left behind mourn the missing, and pine for them, and talk about them from time to time, but the event itself seems to fade away and becomes less than the sound of static in the background. And it was really kind of frustrating for me... listening to the audio on my drive back and forth to work, I kept pleading with the discs to bring the event back and get off of the boring ole lives of Mayor Kevin and his estranged wife Laurie, who became a member of the Guilty Remnant. I couldn't find it in myself to care about Kevin's teenage daughter Jill, who shaved her head and starting hanging with a rougher crowd, or his son who was driving around the country escorting Holy Wayne's pregnant girlfriend to a safe-house, or Kevin's own horribly uncomfortable attempts at dating Nora, a woman who lost her entire family on that fateful day. I was, however, DYING to know what the hell happened on October 14th when tons of people just up and disappeared.
Oh. My. God. Please. Make. Something. Happen. Before. I. Scream. This is what I found myself thinking over and over and over as I continued to place each disc into the cd player of my car. Please. Please. Please. And then suddenly, I was on the last disc, and the story just fucking ended. No resolution to anything. Everything just left hanging out there, blowing around in the breeze. If I had been reading the print copy, I would have thought for sure that the publisher forgot to include the final pages. And of course, I went on mini tweet rage about it:
THE LEFTOVERS should come with a Reader Warning.
WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS LOOSE ENDS. SO MANY, IN FACT, THAT YOU'LL WANT TO PUNCH IT IN ITS FACE.
or this: WARNING: THIS BOOK USES 'THE SUDDEN DEPARTURE' AS A PLOT DEVICE BUT IS REALLY JUST ABOUT A STUPID GROUP OF MAPLETONS.
The writing still feels as though it came out of a can, too. It's like "How to Write a Book 101". There wasn't much passion or feeling in his sentences. It felt clinical, sterile, and again, quite vanilla. Not that there's anything wrong with clinical, sterile, vanilla things - if you're in a doctor's office, say, or eating at a restaurant, you know? But I don't want my literature to be clinical and sterile. To feel as though it was written by a non-human, incredibly robotic, emotionless thing.
Though I suppose I should thank Tom for sparing me the preachy, christian interludes. I really appreciated that!
Saturday, October 6, 2012
Indie Spotlight: Greying Ghost
How does one begin a love affair with a small press? I don't know about you, but for me, it all began with Twitter...
I'd been following Greying Ghost on Twitter for quite awhile, but it was only a few months ago that I actually checked out their Tumblr and etsy store. And that was all it took to kickstart my intense obsession with this Massachusetts chapbook publisher!
Founded in 2007, Greying Ghost is an all-hands-on-deck, do-it-yourself publisher who creates all of their books in-house - from printing to binding to shipping. Each book is released as a hand numbered limited edition (usually of 75 or 100) and feature covers that are hand stamped or pressed with some of the coolest and most unique designs I have ever seen. The end papers, some of which are vintage news articles and sheets of music, are TO DIE FOR. This publisher has quite the eye for art. And that's one of the things that really hooked me - their books are works of art. Sure, you'll want to read them, but mostly, you'll be lusting after them as physical objects.
When I initially checked them out online, I unabashedly requested a few titles (they have 57 at the moment) for review. Their chapbooks run anywhere from page counts in the mid-teens to high twenties. And they read like swift sucker punches to the gut and violent slaps in the face, which is to say, I had severe physical reactions to their content.
Of the chaps they sent me - Treesisters, Going Attractions, Pistachio & Iris, and Profil Perdue - Treesisters was my favorite story. Joseph Riippi writes the most amazing prose... "When they find you, tell your reasons with your fingers." Pistachio & Iris is the most lovely looking with its dark grey cover and circular punchout, the electric blue end papers... if their books don't make you feel SOMETHING, you must be dead.
Greying Ghost goes beyond the chapbook, though. Recycling as much as they can, they create and sell gift tags, greeting cards, and other gorgeous items in their etsy store, by using leftover and unused paper from their books. I dare you not to fall in love with this publisher!!
I'd been following Greying Ghost on Twitter for quite awhile, but it was only a few months ago that I actually checked out their Tumblr and etsy store. And that was all it took to kickstart my intense obsession with this Massachusetts chapbook publisher!
Founded in 2007, Greying Ghost is an all-hands-on-deck, do-it-yourself publisher who creates all of their books in-house - from printing to binding to shipping. Each book is released as a hand numbered limited edition (usually of 75 or 100) and feature covers that are hand stamped or pressed with some of the coolest and most unique designs I have ever seen. The end papers, some of which are vintage news articles and sheets of music, are TO DIE FOR. This publisher has quite the eye for art. And that's one of the things that really hooked me - their books are works of art. Sure, you'll want to read them, but mostly, you'll be lusting after them as physical objects.
When I initially checked them out online, I unabashedly requested a few titles (they have 57 at the moment) for review. Their chapbooks run anywhere from page counts in the mid-teens to high twenties. And they read like swift sucker punches to the gut and violent slaps in the face, which is to say, I had severe physical reactions to their content.
Of the chaps they sent me - Treesisters, Going Attractions, Pistachio & Iris, and Profil Perdue - Treesisters was my favorite story. Joseph Riippi writes the most amazing prose... "When they find you, tell your reasons with your fingers." Pistachio & Iris is the most lovely looking with its dark grey cover and circular punchout, the electric blue end papers... if their books don't make you feel SOMETHING, you must be dead.
Greying Ghost goes beyond the chapbook, though. Recycling as much as they can, they create and sell gift tags, greeting cards, and other gorgeous items in their etsy store, by using leftover and unused paper from their books. I dare you not to fall in love with this publisher!!
Friday, October 5, 2012
Andrez Bergen's Guide to Books & Booze
Time to grab a book and get tipsy!
Books & Booze is a new mini-series of sorts here on TNBBC that will post every Friday in October. The participating authors were challenged to make up their own drinks, name and all, or create a drink list for their characters and/or readers using drinks that already exist.
Andrez Bergen, a TNBBC super-fan, was all over it! Here's his boozey take on Tobacco-Stained Mountain Goat and One Hundred Years of Vicissitude:
I’LL DRINK TO THAT!
In my
first book Tobacco-Stained Mountain Goat,
it was “any drink goes” - basically, our hero Floyd Maquina would guzzle
anything with a smidgeon of alcoholic content.
He
rises high at times, when straight Johnnie Walker whisky is in the offering,
along with a bottle of Moët & Chandon champagne. Otherwise Floyd scrapes the barrel with synthetic brandy
(this is an apocalyptic, dystopic future world we’re talking up) and rot-gut liquor of
various kinds.
Floyd
does, however, draw the line at Siamese vodka.
“I’d owned two bottles of Siamese vodka in my life,
drunkenly bought one night from the back room of a seedy bar I used to regular,”
Floyd confesses. “The first bottle left me without a voice for a week, like the
Devil himself pissed down my throat. The other has gathered dust for years - even
at my drunkest I knew better than to touch the stuff.”
James Bond also can’t abide by Siamese
vodka. If you watch the 1967 movie You
Only Live Twice, you’ll see Sean Connery’s horrified reaction to the drink.
My second novel One Hundred Years of Vicissitude, coming out in October, has a more
even-keel, shall we say sophisticated approach to the drinking thing. While
Japanese moonshine - called katsutori
- does enter the picture, mostly we’re blessed with quality saké. And the two people towing the story,
Wolram and Kohana, have expensive palates.
At one point, in a
swinging ’60s
Tokyo bar, Kohana orders for Wolram a Vesper - the classic 007 martini. “Three measures of Gordon’s, one of shōchū,
half a measure of Kina Lillet,” she tells the bartender. “Shake it very well until it’s
ice-cold, then add a large thin slice of lemon peel. Got it?” It’s Ian
Fleming’s
original recipe to a tee, except that vodka is replaced with Japanese shōchū. Of course.
But the truly original drink in One Hundred Years of Vicissitude is the one that Kohana, our former geisha, orders for herself. While I
have no idea what’s in
the thing, I do dig the name. The passage reads thus:
Kohana held up her drink. It had
a blood-coloured cocktail in it, with shards of ice arranged like sharp
teeth around the top.
“It’s a house speciality: The
Piranha.”
“Ahh, of course. Well, bon
appétit!”
“Kanpai.”
We clicked glasses.
Andrez made his TNBBC debut back in January for our Indie Spotlight series, where he shared how his book Tobacco-Stained Mountain Goat came to be. He's also shared his writing space with us for our Where Writers Write series. He is Senior Writer and Editor at Impact Magazine (UK) and Writer and Editor at Forces of Geek. His new novel, 100 Years of Vicissitude is coming soon.
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Audiobook Review: Jesus's Son
Listened 9/30/12 - 10/2/12
5 Stars - The Next Best (Audio)Book
Audio CD (3 discs; approx 3 hrs)
Publisher: Picador / Macmillian Audio
WOW. Oh wow. I want Denis Johnson to write my life story and I want Will Patton to narrate it.
Wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow. Oh my god, I think I've lost my words.
5 Stars - The Next Best (Audio)Book
Audio CD (3 discs; approx 3 hrs)
Publisher: Picador / Macmillian Audio
WOW. Oh wow. I want Denis Johnson to write my life story and I want Will Patton to narrate it.
Wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow wow. Oh my god, I think I've lost my words.
Wednesday, October 3, 2012
Where Writers Write: Letitia Moffitt
Welcome to another installment of TNBBC's Where Writers Write!
Where Writers Write is a weekly series that will feature a different author every Wednesday as they showcase their writing spaces using short form essay, photos, and/or video. As a lover of books and all of the hard work that goes into creating them, I thought it would be fun to see where some of TNBBC's favorite authors roll up their sleeves and make the magic happen.
This is Letitia L. Moffitt. She was born and raised in Hawaii. She received a doctoral degree in English/Creative Writing from Binghamton University, and she taught creative writing at Eastern Illinois University for six years. Her novel-in-stories, Sidewalk Dancing, has been accepted for publication by Atticus Books and will appear in print in summer 2013. Her fiction, creative nonfiction, and poetry is forthcoming and has been published in literary journals including PANK, HTMLGiant, Black Warrior Review, The Rumpus, The MacGuffin, Aux Arc Review, Dos Passos Review, and many others.
Where Letitia Moffitt Writes
I’ve never understood the need to go far away to write.
Writers’ retreats seem like literary boondoggles to me, and I can’t fathom the
desire to pay a lot of money for a room in the desert, a cabin in the
mountains, a cottage on the beach, for a week, a month, a year, all ostensibly
to work on your novel-in-theory. I get the basic idea of these retreats, in the
way they allow time and space for writers to do what is often denied us in our
everyday existence. Most writers don’t
get paid to write, and most aren’t independently wealthy, so we all have other
things to do that claw up the day and leave us mere shreds of time to focus on
our real work. Yet I’m suspicious of
anything that pairs writing with an outlay of money. The only thing that makes you a writer is
writing; everything else is noise.
In one of my previous writing groups, there was a woman who
adored the noise. She loved talking
about writing, she bought books on writing, she hosted our writing group more
often than anyone else, she even convinced me to sign up for my one and only
writer’s retreat. We and the other
writers would spend one week in a small town in the Languedoc region of France;
we would meet in the morning in a workshop led by a well regarded if lesser
known South African novelist (there are hierarchies in writers’ retreats, and
we weren’t paying top dollar for this one) and then have the rest of the day
free to work.
I went there fully expecting not to do any writing, and in
that way at least I wasn’t disappointed.
I went because I wanted to see France . If I wanted to hang out with wannabe writers,
I’d have stayed back in New York . You can’t get away from them there, and
apparently I wasn’t to get away from them in France either. True to the nature of retreats, this one was
so isolated that it would have taken me hours on multiple busses and trains to
see any of the interesting things I’d excitedly marked in my guidebooks. What’s more, I’d have needed to leave first
thing in the morning to catch the one bus out of town, and I couldn’t do that;
I had to meet with a bunch of writers to talk about all the writing we weren’t
doing.
The retreat town itself was a bit of a sham, too; it had
been a nondescript village that only recently transformed itself into a
destination for book lovers in order to rake in some tourist dollars. The little shops along the cobblestone
alleyways were calculatedly adorable, the little inn insistently quaint. There was a very old cathedral—there’s always
a very old cathedral—but its architecture wasn’t especially notable, and
instead of frescos or marble statuary, the stations of the cross were depicted
with cheap plastic figurines, the kind you might see on the lawn of a
particularly devout suburban neighbor back in the States around
Christmastime. Moreover, the retreat
took place in August. If I learned
anything from that week, it’s that I will never, ever, not for one minute even think
about going to Europe in August. The heat was brutal. The half-mile walk from the farmhouse where
some of the writers were staying to the inn in town where the morning sessions
took place would have been refreshing and pleasant in October or May but
instead felt like a death march, the stream beside us transformed into the River
Styx, the locals with their wary but not necessarily hostile Gallic stares
morphing into demons with pitchforks. It
was too hot even for cheese, much less writing.
Why go to France
if you can’t enjoy the cheese?
No, I don’t go away to write, not ever. Where I write, always, is at a desk in my home
office, and I intersperse writing with doing laundry, going running, grading
papers, buying groceries, cooking dinner, and obsessively checking my email for
acceptances or rejections. It’s just
another part of my life, in other words, and that’s just how I want it.
Check back next week to see where Sean Lovelace gets his writing done.
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
Book Review: Familiar
Read 9/24/12 - 9/29/12
4.5 Stars - Highly Recommended to fans of never-knowing-where-the-story-is-going who enjoy that through-the-looking-glass feeling
Pgs: 208
Publisher: Graywolf Press
Release Date: Today!!
What good is a second chance if you aren't going to take advantage of it?
In J. Robert Lennon's Familiar, Elisa finds herself driving home from her youngest son's grave when everything suddenly changes - her car is different, her clothes are different, her body is different. Pulling into the driveway, her husband comes out to greet her and even he appears different. Yet everything seems so... familiar.
She soon discovers that in this reality, she and her husband are struggling to stay together while both of her sons are alive, though estranged from them. Unsure whether she's slipped into a parallel universe or losing her mind, Elisa tries to acclimate herself to this new life as best as she can while attempting to make it as similar to her old life as possible.
Lennon's got a knack for fucking with my mind. I'm going to just put that right out there. When I had listened to Castle on audio, I tried like hell to guess where the story was going to end up. And every time I thought I had it nailed down, he threw another curve ball and left me standing in the dark, scratching my head. Things were no different with Familiar. As Lennon allowed Elisa to fall further and further into his rabbit-hole, I realized that I was less and less certain of what was taking place. Was Elisa really living in some mirror-version of her old life? If I found myself leaning that way, Lennon would do something that made me ask if she was suffering a nervous breakdown instead and losing touch with reality. Would she ever find her way back to the life she left behind, and did she even want to? As Elisa memories from the old life started to merge and blend with those of the new, and she began questioning her sanity... I decided to simply let the story take me where it wanted.
It's a book that means to get inside your head and nestle down in there, nice and cozy-like. The characters are deliciously flawed, the situations they put themselves in are sometimes maddeningly robotic, and with each turn of the page, you're forced to ask yourself "what if this were happening to me"....
Though Lennon gives good suspense, he continues to leave me aching for more with his endings. With Castle, I found it sort of frustrating. Now, with Familiar, I think I'm starting to see what he's up to. Why put a nice little bow on things when you can make the reader do a little post-read homework, right? In this way, the story doesn't end with the final sentence of the book. It continues to breathe and expand as you chew on it...
4.5 Stars - Highly Recommended to fans of never-knowing-where-the-story-is-going who enjoy that through-the-looking-glass feeling
Pgs: 208
Publisher: Graywolf Press
Release Date: Today!!
What good is a second chance if you aren't going to take advantage of it?
In J. Robert Lennon's Familiar, Elisa finds herself driving home from her youngest son's grave when everything suddenly changes - her car is different, her clothes are different, her body is different. Pulling into the driveway, her husband comes out to greet her and even he appears different. Yet everything seems so... familiar.
She soon discovers that in this reality, she and her husband are struggling to stay together while both of her sons are alive, though estranged from them. Unsure whether she's slipped into a parallel universe or losing her mind, Elisa tries to acclimate herself to this new life as best as she can while attempting to make it as similar to her old life as possible.
Lennon's got a knack for fucking with my mind. I'm going to just put that right out there. When I had listened to Castle on audio, I tried like hell to guess where the story was going to end up. And every time I thought I had it nailed down, he threw another curve ball and left me standing in the dark, scratching my head. Things were no different with Familiar. As Lennon allowed Elisa to fall further and further into his rabbit-hole, I realized that I was less and less certain of what was taking place. Was Elisa really living in some mirror-version of her old life? If I found myself leaning that way, Lennon would do something that made me ask if she was suffering a nervous breakdown instead and losing touch with reality. Would she ever find her way back to the life she left behind, and did she even want to? As Elisa memories from the old life started to merge and blend with those of the new, and she began questioning her sanity... I decided to simply let the story take me where it wanted.
It's a book that means to get inside your head and nestle down in there, nice and cozy-like. The characters are deliciously flawed, the situations they put themselves in are sometimes maddeningly robotic, and with each turn of the page, you're forced to ask yourself "what if this were happening to me"....
Though Lennon gives good suspense, he continues to leave me aching for more with his endings. With Castle, I found it sort of frustrating. Now, with Familiar, I think I'm starting to see what he's up to. Why put a nice little bow on things when you can make the reader do a little post-read homework, right? In this way, the story doesn't end with the final sentence of the book. It continues to breathe and expand as you chew on it...
Monday, October 1, 2012
Book Giveaway: How To Get Into The Twin Palms
Since July 2010, TNBBC has been bringing authors and readers together every month to get behind the book! This unique experience wouldn't be possible without the generous donations of the authors and publishers involved.
3 - Your comment must have a way to contact you (email is preferred).
I'm excited to be partnering with Two Dollar Radio
to bring you next month's Author/Reader Discussion book!
We will be reading and discussing
In order to stimulate discussion
Two Dollar Radio has agreed to give away 10 copies
to US residents only
Here is the Goodreads description:
It was a strange choice to decide to pass as a Russian. But it was a question of proximity and level of allure. Russians were everywhere in Los Angeles, especially in my neighborhood, and held a certain sense of mystery. I had long attempted to inhabit my Polish skin and was happy to finally crawl out of it. I would never tell my mother. She only thought of them as crooks and beneath us. They felt the same about us, we were beneath them. It had always been a question of who was under whom.
Anya is a young woman living in a Russian neighborhood in Los Angeles, struggling between retaining her parents’ Polish culture and the American-ness she was submerged in growing up. She decides to blaze a new path, and attempt to assimilate within her adopted community, epitomized by the exclusive club the Twin Palms. It is Anya’s goal to gain entrance to this club.
How To Get Into the Twin Palms is hilarious and deeply moving, providing a humorous twist on the typical immigrant tale of belonging.
This giveaway will run through October 8th.
Winners will be notified here and via email on October 9th.
Here's how to enter:
1 - Leave a comment stating why you would like to win a copy.
2 - State that you agree to participate in the group read book discussion that will run from November 15th through the end of the month. Karolina Waclawiak has agreed to participate in the discussion and will be available to answer any questions you may have for her.
*If you are chosen as a winner, by accepting the copy you are agreeing to read the book and join the group discussion at TNBBC on Goodreads (the thread for the discussion will be emailed to you before the discussion begins).
Good luck!!!
Saturday, September 29, 2012
TNBBC's Night Out at the KGB
...went much better!
The KGB Lit Bar is quickly becoming my favorite NYC author reading spot. I love its moody atmosphere and its tight spaces. I love that a crowd of twenty or thirty people feels like a hundred. That's right, ya'll! We had a full house on September 16th for David Maine's reading!
I can't take all of the credit for it of course. David was one of two readers in the Sunday Night Fiction event, curated by Suzanne Dottino. The other author? Kathleen Alcott, who's debut novel The Dangers of Proximal Alphabets is causing a bit of a stir in the world.
The event went down better than I could have ever dreamed. Tara (booksexyreview, the ultimate bookish BFF) hung out with us; Christoph, a writer/ musician who I met on my last visit to KGB, popped in; and new TNBBC member Tim (hi, Tim!) dropped by the table and introduced himself.
And here's Part II
The KGB Lit Bar is quickly becoming my favorite NYC author reading spot. I love its moody atmosphere and its tight spaces. I love that a crowd of twenty or thirty people feels like a hundred. That's right, ya'll! We had a full house on September 16th for David Maine's reading!
I can't take all of the credit for it of course. David was one of two readers in the Sunday Night Fiction event, curated by Suzanne Dottino. The other author? Kathleen Alcott, who's debut novel The Dangers of Proximal Alphabets is causing a bit of a stir in the world.
The event went down better than I could have ever dreamed. Tara (booksexyreview, the ultimate bookish BFF) hung out with us; Christoph, a writer/ musician who I met on my last visit to KGB, popped in; and new TNBBC member Tim (hi, Tim!) dropped by the table and introduced himself.
I've got video, you guys! It took me a while to upload them and splice and dice them. Then I toyed with the idea of leaving my intro on there (Suzanne gave me the mic to introduce David) but I decided to spare you from my over-excited babbling and left most of it on the cutting room floor. Would you like to hear David read from An Age of Madness? Sure you would....
And here's Part II
The video is dark and grainy because, well, the KGB is dark and grainy! If you haven't been yet, I strongly you encourage you to swing by on your next visit to NYC. A huge thank you to David for allowing me the opportunity to book him a few gigs (even if the first one did end in a humiliating disaster). And as I am sure you can guess, I'm feeling much better about my little corner of the literary world right about now.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Review: It's Fine By Me
Read 9/19 - 9/22/12
4 Stars - Strongly Recommended; Audun's the Norwegian Holden Caulfield, y'all
Pgs: 199
Publisher: Graywolf Press
Release Date: Oct 2012
So there's this thing people are doing with books that feature young protagonists - they are automatically labeling them "Young Adult" (YA). You've see it too, haven't you? I'm not going crazy, right?
For reasons that I find hard to put into words (or, that I find hard to put into words that won't result in me getting pelted with rotten tomatoes), this mis-classification really bothers me. YA is not a character-based genre. It's a reader-based genre. It's meant to classify novels that are written for young adults. YA books contain story lines that are particularly appealing to young adults, and that are written in age-appropriate language.
I mention this because I noticed, while adding Per Petterson's upcoming release to my goodreads shelves, that some of the reviewers there have It's Fine By Me filed away as YA, which it most definitely is not. Sure, it's got an angsty, teenage protagonist who goes out of his way to not fit in and makes a general ruckus of things, and it's likely going to resonate with anyone past, present, and future who disliked school and felt like they never quite belonged there, but it's not written specifically for the younger audience.
Audun Sletten is the Norwegian Holden Caulfield. I feel like this needs to be said. He's got some of the same crassness, that 'devil may care' attitude that feels comfortably familiar. He's been toughened by a rough childhood and doesn't want to talk about it. He fancies himself a loner - the kid in the shades, rolling cigarettes on his own in the corner of the school yard - who doesn't want any trouble, though he'll be the first to start it if someone comes looking for it and then make sure you knew you had it coming.
To his surprise (and mine), he befriends a young Arvid - who we met as a grown man struggling to come to terms with his ailing, secretive mother in Petterson's 2010 release I Curse the River of Time. A fiercely loyal companion, Audun passes the time away with Arvid by discussing Ernest Hemingway and Jack London and making rounds around town. But we know something his friends, and teachers, and even his own mother, doesn't - Audun's keeping a secret and is having a hard time reconciling his emotional side with his cool, calm, and collected image.
Per Petterson, true to the style that I loved in River of Time, take his time telling Audun's story, allowing the events and story lines to flow freely, in and out of each other, revealing themselves when they are ready, bleeding the past and present together, seamlessly. For Audun, it's a coming of age story. For us, it's a reminder of how hard that period in our lives had been - trying to discover who we were meant to be; developing our outer persona while struggling to tame the whiny, uncertain inner one; figuring out what we wanted and how that fit into what life was demanding...
Another knock-out novel from an author who is quickly climbing the ladder to the top of my favorites list. Is it possible for Petterson to put out a bad novel? Let's hope not, for my sake!!
4 Stars - Strongly Recommended; Audun's the Norwegian Holden Caulfield, y'all
Pgs: 199
Publisher: Graywolf Press
Release Date: Oct 2012
So there's this thing people are doing with books that feature young protagonists - they are automatically labeling them "Young Adult" (YA). You've see it too, haven't you? I'm not going crazy, right?
For reasons that I find hard to put into words (or, that I find hard to put into words that won't result in me getting pelted with rotten tomatoes), this mis-classification really bothers me. YA is not a character-based genre. It's a reader-based genre. It's meant to classify novels that are written for young adults. YA books contain story lines that are particularly appealing to young adults, and that are written in age-appropriate language.
I mention this because I noticed, while adding Per Petterson's upcoming release to my goodreads shelves, that some of the reviewers there have It's Fine By Me filed away as YA, which it most definitely is not. Sure, it's got an angsty, teenage protagonist who goes out of his way to not fit in and makes a general ruckus of things, and it's likely going to resonate with anyone past, present, and future who disliked school and felt like they never quite belonged there, but it's not written specifically for the younger audience.
Audun Sletten is the Norwegian Holden Caulfield. I feel like this needs to be said. He's got some of the same crassness, that 'devil may care' attitude that feels comfortably familiar. He's been toughened by a rough childhood and doesn't want to talk about it. He fancies himself a loner - the kid in the shades, rolling cigarettes on his own in the corner of the school yard - who doesn't want any trouble, though he'll be the first to start it if someone comes looking for it and then make sure you knew you had it coming.
To his surprise (and mine), he befriends a young Arvid - who we met as a grown man struggling to come to terms with his ailing, secretive mother in Petterson's 2010 release I Curse the River of Time. A fiercely loyal companion, Audun passes the time away with Arvid by discussing Ernest Hemingway and Jack London and making rounds around town. But we know something his friends, and teachers, and even his own mother, doesn't - Audun's keeping a secret and is having a hard time reconciling his emotional side with his cool, calm, and collected image.
Per Petterson, true to the style that I loved in River of Time, take his time telling Audun's story, allowing the events and story lines to flow freely, in and out of each other, revealing themselves when they are ready, bleeding the past and present together, seamlessly. For Audun, it's a coming of age story. For us, it's a reminder of how hard that period in our lives had been - trying to discover who we were meant to be; developing our outer persona while struggling to tame the whiny, uncertain inner one; figuring out what we wanted and how that fit into what life was demanding...
Another knock-out novel from an author who is quickly climbing the ladder to the top of my favorites list. Is it possible for Petterson to put out a bad novel? Let's hope not, for my sake!!
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
Where Writers Write: Mike Kleine
Welcome to another installment of TNBBC's Where Writers Write!
Where Writers Write is a weekly series that will feature a different author every Wednesday as they showcase their writing spaces using short form essay, photos, and/or video. As a lover of books and all of the hard work that goes into creating them, I thought it would be fun to see where some of TNBBC's favorite authors roll up their sleeves and make the magic happen.
This is Mike Kleine. He is an American author of literary fiction, and electronic music. He received a B.A. in French
literature. Someday, he will begin his M.A. in English
literature. He currently lives somewhere in the Midwest. Mastodon Farm (Atlatl, 2012) is his first book.
The book trailer for Mastodon Farm is pretty interesting. You should take a peek before Mike takes you on a tour of the places in which he finds himself writing:
Where Mike Kleine Writes
I’m 23 years old. I
can’t afford anything so there is no writing studio for me.
Mastodon Farm, I wrote in France, so the picture of the desk and the chair is of
that place in France.
Here, in the Midwest, I
write in the living room and the bedroom.
Generally, I am in the
living room. This is where I keep the desktop computer. I like typing on a
keyboard that is not a laptop keyboard and I like to look at things on a screen
that is not a laptop screen, so most of the time, I am on the desktop computer
in the living room. After that, I’m in the bedroom.
There’s not a lot of
room in bedroom, but this is fine I guess. How much room do you need, really
(if you think about it)? Also, it’s tidy, since there isn’t that much room for
anything. I have a mattress and all the stuff you need to build a complete bed,
with the headboard and all that, but I never feel like putting it together, so
mostly, I sleep on the floor.
I have a bookshelf, in
the bedroom. I’ve never had a bookshelf, so this is something new for me.
Usually, my books stay in cardboard boxes or plastic containers, so it’s nice
not to have to do that anymore. Mostly though, I have the laptop in the bedroom
because sometimes, I wake up super early so I can write down ideas. And even if
there are no ideas, I still do it. It’s something good to do sometimes, I
think.
The rest of the time,
it’s for when I wake up in the middle of the night. It takes too long to turn
on the desktop computer so I use the laptop computer to type things I think up
in the middle of the night. I also have a notebook I bought—this great big
black thing, with a hardcover—just for that, writing down ideas and stuff, but
I’m too afraid to write anything in it, in case I mess up… So most of the time,
I just write on envelopes and the back of old print-outs.
If I had the money for
an iPhone 6 or whatever, I’d probably be writing my next book on that. But
probably not.
Check back next week to see where Letitia Moffitt writes.
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Indie Spotlight: MG Press
It's not often that I stumble across a brand new publisher BEFORE their first book releases. And what a great looking first book it is! World, I'd like to introduce you to MG Press, the micro-press extension of Midwestern Gothic - a quarterly print journal that calls Ann Arbor, Michigan its home.
MG Press is poised to release their debut short story collection This Jealous Earth in January 2013. Though currently closed for submissions, their goal is a valiant one: to spotlight Midwestern literature, highlighting local authors and the region's mythology and culture.
The press's co-founding editor Robert James Russell is guest posting today to tell you all about Midwestern Gothics new literary adventure:
Robert James Russell is the co-founding editor of Midwestern Gothic. His work has appeared in Joyland, The Collagist, Thunderclap! Magazine, LITSNACK, Greatest Lakes Review, and The Legendary, among others. His first novel, Sea of Trees, was released in May 2012 by Winter Goose Publishing. Robert lives in Ann Arbor, Michigan. Find him online at www.robertjamesrussell.com
MG Press is poised to release their debut short story collection This Jealous Earth in January 2013. Though currently closed for submissions, their goal is a valiant one: to spotlight Midwestern literature, highlighting local authors and the region's mythology and culture.
The press's co-founding editor Robert James Russell is guest posting today to tell you all about Midwestern Gothics new literary adventure:
Indie Spotlight: MG Press
First things first:
Where is the Midwest? Well, that varies slightly depending on who you ask.
Traditionally—at least by U.S. Census standards—the “Midwest” extends from
Michigan over to North Dakota, down to Missouri, and rounding back up to Ohio
(including everything in between). Some people include Pennsylvania, Oklahoma
and a few others, but really, if you’ve been here at all, you’ll know there are
very particular states that have this unique and somewhat-shared history,
mythology and culture. Of course, there are micro-cultures if you zoom in
further, but in general, the people of these states are considered “Midwesterners”
and very much of the same ilk.
Now that the geography
lesson is out of the way, why the Midwest? MG Press, which is an offshoot of
the literary journal Midwestern Gothic—formed
in late 2010 with Jeff Pfaller—has a simple enough aim: to showcase talent from
this region that we feel is vastly undervalued as a hotbed of artistic wonder.
I mean, think about it: With the exception of maybe Chicago, you don’t
necessarily think of the Midwest and think of authors, poets, artists, a lively
food and music culture. Instead—let’s say, thanks to the media—you tend to
think of cornfields and blue-collar workers and factories and, negative
stereotypes about fat people. And that, to us, is a shame, because honestly,
there is such a distinct history and culture to this place that assuming no
talent lives here, or that no great work is inspired by the region, is a big
mistake. Thus, Midwestern Gothic was
born, a quarterly literary journal devoted to highlighting these very people,
giving them a venue to show the world, “Hey, this is our home, and we’re proud
of it. Very good things come from here!”
Regionalism has been a
part of literature—especially in the U.S.—since, really, the dawn of
literature. We have such distinct “areas” that it’s impossible not to notice
how they affect the writers and their works. What we’ve seen, though, is while
there have been and continue to be fantastic Midwestern authors who do find the
spotlight, there’s never been a national push like there has been for, let’s
say, Southern literature. Or even West Coast literature. The Midwest is as
unique as those places, so why has it been overlooked?
That’s a loaded
question, to be sure, one that deserves many devoted essays to be written about
it, but if it’s possible to simplify any sort of response, I think it would
because we don’t have the glam these other regions do. We don’t necessarily
have a unique cuisine, or Hollywood or the likes of a New York City. We do have
farms and factories and livelihoods that sprang up from these. We have
hardworking, proud and—above all—cheerful men and women like you can’t find
anywhere else. And while that created Midwest culture as we know it, it can
easily be overshadowed by these other, more dazzling bits of Americana.
But ultimately, it doesn’t
mean we don’t have stories to tell. And we were lucky to find that niche. Of
course there are some fantastic Midwest-based journals out there, both print
and online, but we didn’t see any whose sole mission it was to educate about
the Midwest, to try to shine a spotlight to the region. So we took it upon
ourselves to create one, a home for Midwesterners—or, even, anyone just
inspired by the region—a place to showcase their work. Jeff and I were both
born here and still live here, and the beauty we see in this place…well, it’s
the reason we do what we do. We want the world to see this place as we do—a
wonderland of talent. Simple as that.
And MG Press is an
extension our original goal. We want to go further and really hype up this
region, show the talent that's here and publish a small number of titles each
year. Of course this is no easy task. Creating a press of any size isn’t. But
we feel sticking to our original credo is a good start. (And designing
pretty-looking books doesn’t hurt either.) We don’t listen to anyone who says
print is dead—people who aren’t in the business say that. Because anyone who
is, anyone who spends time talking with writers and understanding us—and
readers too—knows it isn’t dead. Not really. Has focus shifted to eBooks? Absolutely.
And there’s nothing wrong with that. But print is still here, and creating a
press isn’t the most unheard of thing these days. It all comes down to the
market, to having a niche, and again, we believe we do. What we’ve seen with
the success of Midwestern Gothic is
that people understand our vision, what we’re trying to accomplish. Our biggest
fear early on was that people would shun us, push us aside as just another
gimmick, but it’s been quite the opposite, and we’re hoping to keep that
momentum with MG Press.
So, what’s ahead? We’re thrilled about our first
release, This Jealous Earth, a
collection of stories by the extremely talented Scott Dominick Carpenter—to be
released January 2013. We’re busy marketing that and sending advance review
copies out now, trying to get Scott and his wonderful book much-deserved
attention, and as well to introduce MG Press to the world.
We’re going to open
submissions up eventually for MG Press, but we’re not sure when—not exactly,
anyway. This is all new to us, the book press aspect, and while it shares some
similarities to the journal and how we produce and market that, there are
enough differences that we feel we want to stumble through this first, figure
out what works and what doesn’t before we start reading again. But we’re
excited for the future, for what this will mean not only for us, but for the
region. We just hope what we’re doing makes a difference—even a small one—on
the mindset of those who consider us just “flyover” states. Because the truth
is, we’re much more than that. Wait and see.
For more information on
MG Press and This Jealous Earth,
click here.
To submit your work
for Midwestern Gothic, click here.
Robert James Russell is the co-founding editor of Midwestern Gothic. His work has appeared in Joyland, The Collagist, Thunderclap! Magazine, LITSNACK, Greatest Lakes Review, and The Legendary, among others. His first novel, Sea of Trees, was released in May 2012 by Winter Goose Publishing. Robert lives in Ann Arbor, Michigan. Find him online at www.robertjamesrussell.com
Monday, September 24, 2012
The Audio Series: Herocious
Our new audio series "The Authors Read. We Listen." is an incredibly special one for us. Hatched in a NYC club during BEA week, this feature requires more work of the author than any of the ones that have come before. And that makes it all the more sweeter when you see, or rather, hear them read excerpts from their own novels, in their own voices, the way their stories were meant to be heard.
Last week we listened to Collin Kelley read from his short story collection Kiss Shot. Click here if you missed it.
Today, Herocious is reading an excerpt from his novel Austin Nights, which had been reviewed here on TNBBC. Born in Miami to a Colombian woman and an Anglo man, herocious has pieces of himself scattered across the internet and his nail clippings float in some oceans. He edits TheOpenEnd. Like Don DeLillo, he believes each word triggers an electrical impulse inside our brains. When a perfect string of tiny explosions goes off, both readers and writers experience the deepest kind of pleasure. Austin Nights is his first novel.
The word on Austin Nights:
Bridget had a fierce desire for survival which made her a fighter. Michael had a hankering after immortality which made him a useless dreamer. And that was the great difference between these two Austin transplants who loved each other so well.
Saturday, September 22, 2012
Review: May We Shed These Human Bodies
Read 9/11/12 - 9/18/12
4 Stars - Strongly Recommended to fans of short stories that charm, intrigue, and warn...
Pgs: 145
Publisher: Curbside Splendor
Releases: Sept 30, 2012
Amber Sparks has a knack for saying a lot with very little. The short stories in this collection range anywhere from a few paragraphs to a few pages long, and yet they tell their story more clearly and more entirely than some novels I have read.
This book popped up on my radar way before the review copies were available. And the wait was almost excruciating. Curbside Splendor teased us with the book cover, which is lovely, and shared blurbs by Amelia Gray, Ben Lorry, Michael Kimball, and Matt Bell, all of whom I've read and adored. That's always a good sign. And the title is just amazing, isn't it? May We Shed These Human Bodies. I envisioned people unzipping their skin, letting it fall off their shoulders and puddle down around their feet, as their robot-like inner spirits step out and shine like ghosts.
While I didn't find a story quite like that one in the collection (you have to admit, that would have been a cool one), I did discover a bunch of excellent tales about ghosts, of both the motherly and haunting kind; twisted spins on Peter Pan and Paul Bunyan; a nursing home full of cannibals; a city that longs to travel; trees that become humans; and a magical, mysterious bathtub.
The one I enjoyed the most happened to be the very first one that I read - Death and the People. It's the story of Death, who has come to Earth to collect a soul. But the people of Earth have grown tired of Death sneaking in and stealing the ones they love, one by one. So they stand their ground and bully Death into taking them all. It's a wily, cunning little tale that kick starts the collection and sets the bar incredibly high!
Amber weaves a wicked web with her words, saying what needs to be said without spending a lot of effort, trusting that her audience will have no choice but to be sucked in. And sucked in, I was. Her stories read swiftly, sting fiercely, and then retreat quickly to make room for the next. Each little world she creates breathes hard and fast and lingers with us long after we leave it behind.
I'd be very interested in seeing what she can do with a full length novel.
4 Stars - Strongly Recommended to fans of short stories that charm, intrigue, and warn...
Pgs: 145
Publisher: Curbside Splendor
Releases: Sept 30, 2012
Amber Sparks has a knack for saying a lot with very little. The short stories in this collection range anywhere from a few paragraphs to a few pages long, and yet they tell their story more clearly and more entirely than some novels I have read.
This book popped up on my radar way before the review copies were available. And the wait was almost excruciating. Curbside Splendor teased us with the book cover, which is lovely, and shared blurbs by Amelia Gray, Ben Lorry, Michael Kimball, and Matt Bell, all of whom I've read and adored. That's always a good sign. And the title is just amazing, isn't it? May We Shed These Human Bodies. I envisioned people unzipping their skin, letting it fall off their shoulders and puddle down around their feet, as their robot-like inner spirits step out and shine like ghosts.
While I didn't find a story quite like that one in the collection (you have to admit, that would have been a cool one), I did discover a bunch of excellent tales about ghosts, of both the motherly and haunting kind; twisted spins on Peter Pan and Paul Bunyan; a nursing home full of cannibals; a city that longs to travel; trees that become humans; and a magical, mysterious bathtub.
The one I enjoyed the most happened to be the very first one that I read - Death and the People. It's the story of Death, who has come to Earth to collect a soul. But the people of Earth have grown tired of Death sneaking in and stealing the ones they love, one by one. So they stand their ground and bully Death into taking them all. It's a wily, cunning little tale that kick starts the collection and sets the bar incredibly high!
Amber weaves a wicked web with her words, saying what needs to be said without spending a lot of effort, trusting that her audience will have no choice but to be sucked in. And sucked in, I was. Her stories read swiftly, sting fiercely, and then retreat quickly to make room for the next. Each little world she creates breathes hard and fast and lingers with us long after we leave it behind.
I'd be very interested in seeing what she can do with a full length novel.
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