The New Yorker: "Indianapolis (Highway 74)" by Sam Shepard

Sam Shepard has a story collection coming out in January, called Day Out of Days, and I get the impression that it’s full of road trips. In September, The New Yorker published a story from the collection, “Land of the Living”, which I discussed here, and another story, “Thor’s Day (Highway 81 North, Staunton, Virginia),” appeared in Zoetrope: All Story this Fall, and I discussed it here. I didn't love either one.

The current story takes place on the bypass around Indianapolis where the narrator, Stuart, has stopped on his drive south from Minnesota. But winter weather and a hot rod convention have conspired to leave him without a hotel room, so he’s sitting in the lobby of a Holiday Inn, trying to ignore the unignorable true crime reality show blaring from the big screen TV(s). We know that he’s “crisscrossing the country again, without much reason,” but there seems to be more reason than we’re allowed to know. In walks a talk skinny woman wearing a bandanna, and they exchange glances but he doesn’t recognize her. But she recognizes him, as it is revealed when she returns a few moments later. Although they had once lived together, Becky doesn’t seem too upset that he doesn’t remember her. They swap quick histories—he has 5 children by a couple of women, she has two daughters, but that’s why she’s in the hotel: they’ve been kidnapped by her husband, she thinks they’re on the run to Florida, and she can’t stay in her house because the police are investigating. Whoa!

Okay, goodnight then, nice to see you. Huh? After this monstrous news, that’s it?
So Stuart goes out to his car to drive on to somewhere in search of a motel, which is when he remembers that not only did he leave his car running (it’s still there?), but his dog is inside. They head down the highway into deteriorating weather and the past comes flooding back to Stuart, unleashed, apparently, by his chance (way too much chance, if you ask me) meeting with Becky. He seems to be falling apart while driving, and it isn’t all because of the snow. In any case, he turns around and comes back to the Holiday Inn, calls Becky on the house phone, and starts crying. Not just crying, but weeping.

Sorry, Sam Shepard fans, I don’t buy it. I believe that he’s got something going on his life that has made him this vulnerable, but Shepard doesn’t get to just make us assume it’s there. So he had 5 children with two women. So he doesn’t remember Becky. So there’s a murder loop on reality TV. We need to know more about this Stuart guy. Moreover, the kidnapping of Becky’s daughters? Is that a crazy plot device? Wouldn’t it be better if her house had burned down?

Should I put some of this crazy stuff in my next story? Is that how you get a piece into The New Yorker?

November 23, 2009: “Indianapolis (Highway 74)” by Sam Shepard

The Missing Link Project: The Things They Carried by Tim O’Brien

I had read parts of this book before, including the title story, which is widely anthologized. I’d also heard the author read the book’s final story, “The Lives of the Dead,” at the Sewanee Writers’ Conference in 2008. It is a wonderful book, and if you haven’t read it I encourage you to do so.

It is a fictional memoir, I suppose. The narrator has a lot in common with the author—name, profession, background, service in Vietnam. And it is impossible for a reader to separate fact from fiction. One thing the author is saying—explicitly in some cases, such as in “How to Tell a True War Story,” is that truth and facts aren’t necessarily the same thing. It’s an important lesson for writers of fiction, and for readers of fiction, for that matter: what fiction can and should do is get to the emotional truth, and the facts, what really happened, don’t matter very much.

The primary linkage in this book is the narrator, Tim, but the stories are also linked by their Vietnam setting—for a the most part, although in a few places they jump forward in time to the postwar period—and by the recurring characters, the narrator’s comrades: Kiowa, Jimmy Cross, Ted Lavender, Mitchell Sanders, Rat Kiley, Henry Dobbins, Norman Bowker. All of these characters are introduced in the opening story, “The Things They Carried,” and each features prominently in a subsequent story, but they all drift in and out of the stories right to the end.

I could find a passage to quote from almost any page of this book, but here’s one that sticks with me: “The thing about a story is that you dream it as you tell it, hoping that others might then dream along with you, and in this way memory and imagination and language combine to make spirits in the head. There is the illusion of aliveness.”

Great stuff. A book to be read again and again.

Holiday Book Fair at Stone Soup

1st Annual Holiday Book Fair featuring Local Authors

Join Stone Soup Books for a little local literary shopping experience with all the trimmings of mulled cider & molasses cookies. Pick up that specially inscribed book gift - local cookbooks, dog books, bird books, local history, or local fiction. Authors will be on hand to write custom gift inscriptions and answer questions. Usher in the spirit of the season with a lovely book from one of our local authors.

I'll be there!

National Book Awards

The National Book Awards were announced tonight at a banquet in New York. In Fiction, the winner was Colum McCann for Let the Great World Spin

The Missing Link Project: Jesus' Son by Denis Johnson

I first read Jesus's Son in 2000 (it first appeared in 1992) and my reaction at the time was simple: I hated it. What stayed with me over the years was the excessive drug use and the violence. I understand that these things are real and it all seemed authentic enough, but it just didn't appeal to me. Whenever I told people that I didn't like the book, they gave me strange looks, as if I was out of my mind. Earlier in The Missing Link Project some people reacted the same way to my negative comments about Donald Ray Pollock's Knockemstiff, which I also didn't like, for pretty much the same reason.

So, I've just re-read Jesus' Son and while I can see the skill in the stories--in a way that I probably didn't appreciate nine years ago (before I was paying attention to writing)--I still don't like the book. I'm allowed, right? I just can't relate. I'm sorry.

I do, however, like the Point of View here, and the way the book stands out as an example of the linked story sub-genre. Unlike most such collections, these stories aren't unified by setting, unless you count the narrator's drug-addled brain as the setting, in which case it's exactly like other examples. But the geographical setting bounces around the country, even while the narrator--presumably the same person--stays the same. I also found the final story in the collection far more hopeful than I remember (I wonder if I didn't give up before I got to the last paragraph?), which almost redeems the narrator and the book. Even though I still don't love it, I'm glad I gave the book another chance.

Next up: The Things They Carried by Tim O'Brien

The New Yorker: "Alone" by Yiyun Li

I’m not sure what to make of this story. It’s skillfully written, but it seems to lack emotion. Or perhaps that’s the point? (But then, of course, we’d have an imitative fallacy problem!) Suchen is a U.S. resident, originally from China, but she has put China in her past because of an incident that occurred when she was a girl. She and five other girls had entered into a suicide pact—the reasons aren’t clear to Suchen and if she doesn’t know, the readers certainly don’t know—and carried their plan out. Except that Suchen survived. Since then, an outcast, she’s been haunted by what happened, but not, it seems, with sadness. She doesn’t understand, but neither does she really seem to grieve.

At the time of the story, though, she is on her way to join her classmates. She has abandoned her possessions, granted her husband a divorce, and intends to sink beneath the surface of the ocean, never to be seen again.

Except . . . she meets Walt, an older gentleman who latches onto her. He is still hurting from the death of his wife from leukemia, and his wife had asked for a divorce when her prognosis became clear. The end of their marriage parallels the end of Suchen’s, and Walt understands no more than Suchen’s ex-husband why such a split was desired. Suchen claims not to understand, too, but surely she does. In the end, it isn’t clear that Suchen will carry out her plan, although the last line, I think, suggests that she will—despite a series of delays.

And what do we make of the beginning. There is a fire in the hills, the smoke from which threatens the visitors to the ski resort where Suchen meets Walt. Suchen, however, can’t smell it or see it. Is the smoke meant to represent something? A “smoke screen” perhaps? One that Suchen can’t herself recognize? She seems to feel at the end that she has let her husband go for his own good. But is that true? Or is she kidding herself?

This isn’t, in my opinion one of the year’s best New Yorker stories, but it’s far from the worst.

November 16, 2009: “Alone” by Yiyun Li

A Writer's Guide to Microsoft Office

Here's something I learned at Winter Wheat this weekend: Poet Joannie Stangeland, who works at Microsoft, hosts a series of online videos to help writers take advantage of Microsoft Office. Although I'm fairly comfortable with Office (still learning 2007!), I know that I'm using only a fraction of the tools it offers writers. I'm looking forward to learning from Joannie! A Writer's Guide to Microsoft Office

And here's the premiere episode:

Winter Wheat

I've just returned from a weekend in Bowling Green Ohio where I attended this year's Winter Wheat--The Mid-American Review Festival of Writing. I gave a presentation on the subject of Strategies for the Story Cycle in which we discussed linked short story collections. It seemed to be a good discussion and, in any event, I was glad to have spent the time organizing my thoughts on the subject. I attended many interesting presentations, including a few on methods for stimulating ideas.

The Festival also included readings by several writers. On Thursday night, before I got to town, Pamela Painter read. On Friday, Bruce Cohen and Khaled Mattawa read. And on Saturday, James Braziel and Alan Michael Parker read.

Congratulations to the the staff of Mid-American Review for a well-organized event.

Library Talk

This afternoon at 5:30 pm I will be giving a talk at the Middlebrook Branch of the Augusta Country Library about my book, In an Uncharted Country. I hear that refreshments will be served!

Review of In an Uncharted Country

There's a very nice review of In an Uncharted Country at the blog Coarse Cracked Corn. The kind words are much appreciated!

The New Yorker: "Premium Harmony" by Stephen King

Ray and Mary argue. She’s fat and he smokes, and they argue about that. They argue about the lawn, they argue about Biznezz, their Jack Russell terrier. But as Ray knows, “It’s really all the same argument. It has circularity.” In addition to arguing, they lie. He lies about how much he smokes and she lies about the Little Debbie cakes she eats. As the story opens, they’re on their way to Wal-Mart, but Mary wants to stop at the Quik-Pik to get a purple ball for her niece, a 99 cent birthday present. And Ray asks her to also get some cigarettes while she’s inside and he stays with the dog in the car, and to save money he’s willing to accept Premium Harmony, a cheap brand. We get the point. They don’t have much money, but they’re killing themselves with the things they’re wasting money on. Which is what happens.

When Mary doesn’t come back, Ray investigates. (We’ve seen him keep the windows up because it’s so hot, so when he locks the door, leaving the dog inside, we know what’s going to happen.) He gets into the store and finds Mary dead on the floor from an apparent heart attack. He protests, but he’s not terribly upset about it. It takes some time for formalities, the body is carted away. Time goes by, and then he remembers the dog. Who, when Ray opens the door, is dead, and Ray is both amused and saddened by the idea of a baked Jack Russell terrier.

Ray now cries, but it occurs to him that now no one will complain about his smoking. He can smoke when and where he pleases.

What? This is a story? Stephen King gets away with this?

November 9, 2009: “Premium Harmony” by Stephen King

North Carolina Book Tour

I just got back from a quick trip to North Carolina, where I did three readings (from my book In an Uncharted Country) with my friend Mary Akers. For the first two events, at McIntyre's Fine Books in Fearrington (near Chapel Hill) and at Shakespeare & Co. in Kernersville, we were joined with Kevin Watson from Press 53, our publisher. For the third event, at Malaprop's Bookstore/Cafe in Asheville, we were on our own, although the audience was filled with friendly faces.

All three readings were a lot of fun, and the stores, although quite different, were all terrific. Definitely they're worth a visit if you're in the area. And I think they've got stock of our books!

2010 Pushcart Prize Rankings

I am pleased to share with you the 2010 Pushcart Prize Rankings. As I have noted in years past, the following list looks only at the Pushcart Prizes awarded and Special Mentions in Fiction since 2000. Awards before that date are less relevant, it seems to me, in determining the relative quality of magazines publishing today. In fact, beginning with next year's list I will start dropping older years out of the formula, in order to keep the list truly current. Note, also, that I am not considering Non-fiction or Poetry in this analysis. A similar list for those genres would be interesting (some magazines seem to be stronger in those areas), but I leave that to someone else. Or I'll tackle it at a later date. But not right now.

I'm also not looking at other fine volumes such as the O. Henry Prizes or the Best American Short Stories. Appearing in either of those collections is a high honor, but the selection process isn't comparable to the Pushcarts, and so I don't believe mixing is appropriate, and, besides, many stories appear in two or more of the annual anthologies and that would skew the index. So: just Pushcarts and Special Mentions in Fiction since 2000.

A word about methodology: it isn't complicated. My formula counts a certain number of points for a prize and a smaller number of points for a special mention. Someone could figure it out if he or she wanted to. It's pretty simple. As I have in the past couple of years, I've listed the total number of points using this formula so readers can see, for example, how far ahead of the pack Ploughshares is.

A couple of things to note about this year's list. There have been some big moves--both One Story and Michigan Quarterly Review jumped in the rankings thanks to Prizes and Special Mentions. Otherwise, not much has changed from last year. Conjunctions moved into the second spot, edging past Zoetrope.

Magazines that have ceased publication (such as Ontario Review) are marked on the list with ©. (If you happen to see others on the list that have closed, please leave a comment to that effect.) There are about 15 magazines appearing the list for the first time, most toward the bottom.

Finally, to borrow a note of caution from last year's post on this subject:

One final word: What good is this list anyway? I'm a fan of the Pushcart Prize Anthology and I happen to think that it is a good indicator of magazine quality. It isn't perfect, and it doesn't mean a whole lot, frankly, but when I'm making my decisions of where I want to submit, I look at this list and aim as high as is realistically possible.

2010 Magazine 2010 Score
1 Ploughshares 130
2 Conjunctions 82
3 Zoetrope: All Story 81
4 Paris Review 69
4 Southern Review 69
6 Tin House 63
7 Threepenny Review 59
8 Georgia Review 52
9 Ontario Review © 50
10 Epoch 48
11 New England Review 46
11 TriQuarterly 46
13 McSweeney's 41
14 Missouri Review 40
15 Witness 39
16 Shenandoah 36
17 Kenyon Review 34
18 Five Points 33
19 Antioch Review 28
19 Boulevard 28
19 New Letters 28
22 Agni 27
23 Gettysburg Review 26
23 One Story 26
23 Virginia Quarterly Review 26
26 StoryQuarterly 25
27 A Public Space 24
27 Noon 24
29 Mississippi Review 22
30 Chelsea 21
31 Idaho Review 20
31 Oxford American 20
33 Doubletake 19
34 Third Coast 18
35 Glimmer Train 17
36 Iowa Review 16
37 Michigan Quarterly Review 15
37 Yale Review 15
39 Willow Springs 14
39 ZYZZYVA 14
41 Colorado Review 13
41 Harvard Review 13
43 Crazyhorse 12
43 Hudson Review 12
43 Manoa 12
43 Prairie Schooner 12
47 American Scholar 11
47 News from the Republic of Letters 11
47 Pleiades 11
47 Salmagundi 11
47 Sun 11
52 Alaska Quarterly Review 10
53 Bellevue Literary Review 9
53 Image 9
53 North American Review 9
56 Ecotone 8
56 Post Road 8
58 Bomb 7
58 Boston Review 7
58 Calyx 7
58 Fence 7
58 Graywolf 7
58 Southwest Review 7
58 Speakeasy 7
65 Black Warrior Review 6
65 Caribbean Writer 6
65 Fiction International 6
65 New Orleans Review 6
65 Other Voices 6
65 Sonora Review 6
65 Story © 6
65 Water-Stone 6
73 Another Chicago Magazine 5
73 Bridge 5
73 Cincinnati Review 5
73 Coffee House Press 5
73 Dalkey Archive Press 5
73 Grand Street 5
73 Indiana Review 5
73 Massachusetts Review 5
73 Milkweed 5
73 Parkett 5
73 Pen America 5
73 Univ. of Georgia Press 5
85 American Short Fiction 4
85 Beloit Fiction 4
85 Daedalus 4
85 Gulf Coast 4
85 Mid American Review 4
85 Nebraska Review 4
85 Northwest Review 4
85 Raritan 4
93 Appalachian Heritage 3
93 Bamboo Ridge 3
93 Event 3
93 failbetter.com 3
93 Hopkins Review 3
93 Literal Latte 3
93 Narrative 3
93 Pinch 3
93 River Styx 3
93 Sewanee Review 3
93 University Press of New England 3
93 Western Humanities Review 3
93 New York Tyrant 3
106 [sic] 2
106 American Fiction 2
106 American Letters & Commentary 2
106 American Literary Review 2
106 American Voice 2
106 Bellingham Review 2
106 Blackbird 2
106 Briar Cliff Review 2
106 Carve 2
106 Chautauqua 2
106 Columbia Review 2
106 Crab Orchard Review 2
106 Faultline 2
106 Fiction 2
106 Green Mountains Review 2
106 Lit 2
106 Meridian 2
106 Natural Bridge 2
106 Ninth Letter 2
106 Open City 2
106 Paper Street 2
106 Passages North 2
106 Redivider 2
106 Sarabande 2
106 Timber Creek Review 2
106 Turnrow 2
106 West Branch 2
133 Amazon Shorts 1
133 Antietam Review 1
133 APA Journal 1
133 Art and Understanding 1
133 Artful Dodge 1
133 Arts & Letters 1
133 Ascent 1
133 At Length 1
133 Ballyhoo Stories 1
133 Baltimore Review 1
133 BkMk Press 1
133 Brain, Child 1
133 Callaloo 1
133 Canio's Editions 1
133 Carnegie Mellon Univ. Press 1
133 Chattahoochee Review 1
133 Cimarron Review 1
133 Clackamas Literary Review 1
133 Confrontation 1
133 Contemporary West 1
133 Cutbank 1
133 Denver Quarterly 1
133 Descant 1
133 Dos Passos Review 1
133 Eggemoggin Reach Review 1
133 EWUP 1
133 Flyway 1
133 Folio 1
133 Fourteen Hills 1
133 Frank 1
133 Fugue 1
133 Hampton Shorts 1
133 Happy 1
133 Healing Muse 1
133 Heart 1
133 Helicon Nine Editions 1
133 High Plains Literary Review 1
133 Hotel Amerika 1
133 Hunger Mountain 1
133 Inkwell 1
133 Iron Horse Literary Review 1
133 Joe 1
133 Kyoto Journal 1
133 Lake Effect 1
133 Larcom Review 1
133 Laurel Review 1
133 Lilth 1
133 Louisville Review 1
133 Lynx Eye 1
133 Margin 1
133 McSweeney's Books 1
133 Mid-List 1
133 Minnesota Review 1
133 Nerve.com 1
133 New Renaissance 1
133 Night Train 1
133 Nimrod 1
133 North Atlantic Review 1
133 Northern Lights 1
133 Oasis 1
133 Partisan Review 1
133 Pearl 1
133 Per Contra 1
133 Phoebe 1
133 Pindeldyboz 1
133 Press 1
133 Prism 1
133 Puckerbush Press 1
133 Puerto del Sol 1
133 Quarter After Eight 1
133 Quarterly West 1
133 Quick Fiction 1
133 RBS Gazette 1
133 Relief 1
133 Rivendell 1
133 Rosebud 1
133 Salamander 1
133 Seems 1
133 Small Town 1
133 SMU Press 1
133 Soft Skull Press 1
133 South Carolina Review 1
133 Southampton Review 1
133 Sou'wester 1
133 Spork 1
133 Stolen Time Press 1
133 Stone Canoe 1
133 Subtropics 1
133 Sycamore Review 1
133 Tampa Review 1
133 Tiferet 1
133 Transformation 1
133 Two Girls Review 1
133 Underground Voices 1
133 University of Pittsburgh Press 1
133 War, Literature and The Arts 1
133 West Wind 1
133 Worcester 1
133 Words of Wisdom 1
133 WordWrights 1
133 Xconnect 1
133 Brooklyn Rail 1
133 Brooklyn Review 1
133 Epiphany 1
133 Exile 1
133 Fifth Wednesday 1
133 Grist 1
133 Laughing Fire 1
133 Momotombo Press 1
133 Notre Dame Review 1
133 Southern California Review 1
133 The Journal 1

Stay Tuned: Pushcart 2010 Rankings

My copy of the 2010 Pushcart Prize Anthology (XXXIV) arrived today! So I'm going to take it with me on my book tour this weekend and will post an update of the Pushcart Prize Rankings as soon as I can. Stay tuned!

North Carolina Readings Reminder!

I'm looking forward to this weekend's swing through North Carolina for a series of readings with my good friend Mary Akers (Women up on Blocks).

First up is our appearance at McIntyre's Fine Books in Pittsboro/Fearrington on Friday, November 6, at 2:00pm. (That's near Chapel Hill, I'm told.)

On Saturday afternoon, November 7, at 1:00pm, we'll be at Shakespeare & Co. in Kernersville (which is between Greensboro and Winston-Salem).

And on Sunday afternoon, November 8, at 3:00pm, we'll be doing our thing at Malaprop's Bookstore & Cafe in Asheville.

It would be great if you could come out to see us for one of these readings! I believe there will be books available for purchase. Just sayin'.

New Issue: The Short Review - November

The November issue of The Short Review is up, and it's got a fresh new look and logo. Very nice!

Included this month are reviews by Shellie Zacharia, Deborah Kay Davies, Richard Lange, Patricia Highsmith, and others! Don't forget the interviews--always fascinating.

The Missing Link Project: Olive Kitteridge by Elizabeth Strout

Elizabeth Strout is a fine, fine writer, and I’m not just saying that because she wrote a nice blurb for my book, In an Uncharted Country. Her recent book, Olive Kitteridge, won the Pulitzer Prize this year, and deservedly so. It’s a finely crafted novel in stories, each of which is about—to greater or lesser degrees—the seventy-year-old Olive, a woman who doesn’t seem very likeable, at least at first. As the stories go by, though, and we anticipate her next appearance—sometimes she doesn’t show up until the end—the portrait of Olive becomes deeper and more complex. By the end of the book, the reader understands her impatience, her self-doubt, and all of her other foibles, and even sympathizes with her.

In the first story, “Pharmacy,” it’s difficult to like Olive at all. But then, the story doesn’t seem to be about her. It’s about her husband, Henry, and the girl who works for him at the pharmacy. In the course of the story, we see Olive snap at Henry, express her disdain for the mousy Denise, and generally criticize Henry’s softness. And yet, in the very next story, “Incoming Tide,” Olive appears late in the story, and, without revealing that what she’s doing is intentional, saves a man’s life.

While the linkages in the book aren’t as strong as one might expect from a novel in stories, and the story arc for the novel isn’t really clear until the end, the setting and the appearance of Olive and her various friends and family members do tie the stories together more than many of the linked story collections I’ve read.

It’s an excellent example of the form.

Next: Jesus' Son by Denis Johnson

The Missing Link Project: Dubliners by James Joyce

The linkages in James Joyce’s Dubliners are a bit harder to see than those of some of the modern linked story collections or even its near-contemporary, Winesburg, Ohio. Instead of continuing or overlapping characters, the primary connector in this book is thematic. The setting also brings these stories together—mostly they provide glimpses into working class Dublin—but the real link is that they examine the morality of the Dubliners.

Several of the stories are familiar, most notably “The Dead,” which concludes the book. “Araby” and “Eveline” are also well known, or at least those are the stories I remembered most clearly from earlier readings of the collection.

I loved re-reading “The Dead,” which is an incredible story about, among other things, arrogance. The last line is memorable: “His soul swooned slowly as he heard the snow falling faintly through the universe and faintly falling, like the descent of their last end, upon all the living and the dead.”

For more discussion, see here, here, or here.

Next up: Olive Kitteridge by Elizabeth Strout

The New Yorker: "While the Women Are Sleeping" by Javier Marias

A couple from Madrid is on an island vacation where they observe other people at the beach, including the attractive Inés and her older, far less attractive companion, Alberto. The most remarkable thing about this pair is that the man is constantly video-taping the woman, and it’s clear that he adores her. She, on the other hand, is “appropriately indifferent.” Their behavior puzzles the Madrid couple and eventually the man finds Alberto alone, by the pool late at night. Alberto explains, although it takes awhile to make himself understood, that he has two tapes for his camera: he uses one for one day’s taping, then uses the next for the next day’s taping; then he records over the first day’s tape for the following day, and so on. The reason for this, it turns out, is that he is that she is going to die and he wants to be sure that he has her last day on tape, to enjoy forever. But she’s not sick. The man realizes that before long she will lose interest in him and when that happens he will have to kill her. The revelation is startling to the man from Madrid, of course, who thinks of his wife who is sleeping in their hotel room.

The story seems to deal with the twin themes of vision and memory—what we choose to see and what we choose to forget. The man from Madrid goes to the beach without his glasses because he doesn’t want to have a white mask on his tan face, and consequently he can’t see clearly what is happening around him. And when spots Alberto from his hotel balcony, he can’t see him clearly—he appears to be in a fog, the colors he wears are indistinct. At the beach, Inés uses a magnifying glass to find the imperfections that she must pluck out. As for memory, for Alberto memory is combined with vision—it’s as if he cannot remember it if he cannot see it. But for the man from Madrid, he has no such need, and doesn’t even own a camera. “Memory is a kind of camera,” he says, “except that we don’t always remember what we want to remember or forget what we want to forget.”

Of all the recent stories in The New Yorker, this one strikes me as being worth re-reading. And remembering.

November 2, 2009: “While the Women are Sleeping” by Javier Marías

Signing the Book

On October 17 I did booksignings at both Bookworks in Staunton and Books & Co. in Lexington--the debut of my cool poster of the book cover (no, that's not a gigantic copy of the book). These were "sit and signs"--no reading, but I did have a great time talking with shoppers, plying them with candy, etc.

Andrew's Book Club--November Picks

It's November 1, so that means it's time for . . . Andrew's Book Club. This month Andrew has chosen two fine books (as usual).

The Indie Press book is Laura van den Berg's What the World Will Look Like When All the Water Leaves Us from Dzanc Books. I've read Laura's work and I know this will be a terrific book. (I've had some trouble getting a copy, but I'm told mine is on it's way.)

Andrew's "Big House" pick is Alice Munro's Too Much Happiness, which won the Man Booker Prize this year. This is another one I'm looking forward to.