My neighbors moved out last weekend. They were the best neighbors ever and I miss them terribly already. It’s hard to say how this development will affect the dynamics of our block. You see – we have (had?) the coolest block in LA.
Celeste was six months old when we moved in and there were no other kids, but in the six years since then seven other kids have been born onto our tiny cul-de-sac. We call Celeste the Sheriff, as she makes sure the other kids stay in line. We meet up at the end of the street each night and the parents hang out while the kids ride scooters and bikes, or draw with chalk. It’s an awesome way to end the day. But now the number of kids has been reduced by two.
And since I always brings things back to the writing with this blog, it’s worth noting that the mom of that household is also my soon-to-be publisher. Elisa published a book about New Mexico
Originally slated to come out late 2012, the Southern California edition was slightly delayed by the birth of their second child and the aforementioned moving, but I believe it’s at the printers and should be coming to a store near you soon.
And Northern California is close on its heels. We still have some photography that needs to be done, but the manuscript is complete. Frankly, I don’t care when it comes out. It was so much fun to write, and it’s not like Northern California is going anywhere. I sincerely hope there is a book tour for that one. It will be a great excuse to go spend some time with old friends.
In the meantime I will gaze wistfully from our kitchen window at the empty parking spot across the street. They will be missed.
As you know, this is not a blog where I review books, but if you’ve been following very long you also know that I just can’t help but share the news if I find I book I totally dig.
I just finished reading “Red Shirts,” by John Scalzi, and it was awesome. I laughed out loud. A lot. Without giving anything away, I’ll tell you it’s a play on the Star Trek series. The title is a shout out to the lowest ranking crew members – the ones who wear red shirts and always get killed off first thing. That’s all I’ll say except this – if you liked Star Trek, or any sci-fi TV show for that matter, you should read this book.
And now I’m desperately trying to finish “If on a Winters Night a Traveler,” which is kind of the opposite of “Red Shirts.” The book club I am excited to say I am now a part of is meeting this Saturday night to discuss it. It is clearly a very clever novel, told by a real master (Italo Calvino), but it is not an easy read. He jumps from first person to second to third in the course of one paragraph, and it totally works, which I bow down too, but the plot is a little convoluted. I will do my best to wrap it up in the next few days, but the task would be a lot easier if I hadn’t just downloaded “Wool” on my Kindle.
“Wool” is not a difficult read. It sucks you in and whisks you along on a strange, futuristic sci-fi tale. And it calls to me. As I’m getting into bed and I look at Calvino’s book laying next to my Kindle and I think “I need to finish this before Saturday, but…” and then I pick up the Kindle.
On Monday a writer friend of mine was in town, visiting from West Virgina. We were in the Masters program at USC together, and she has since moved and found herself a pretty kick ass job as a magazine editor. When she called to say she was coming to town, we both agreed it was a great excuse to have lunch and waste a few hours wondering the isles of our favorite books store.
We are both in love with Skylight Books
I learned that one the hard way. I went there once with the little guy in tow, just as he was learning to walk, and I got sucked into the new fiction section. It was ugly. I was that mom – the one who lets her kid wander around pulling books off shelves. At one point, in a half-hearted attempt to keep him under control, I was holding the back of his pants with one hand and reading the back of new novel with the other, as he slid and whined on the floor, trying to get away. So yeah, since then, I go with a mission, and don’t allow myself to get distracted.
Except on Monday, I went in the middle of the day, sans kiddos, and just dove right in. I find the entire shop exceptional, but left to meander, I always end up in the new fiction section. And since I’m nearing the end of this draft of the novel, I took some time focus in on debut fiction. I found three different titles, all by first time novelists, that seem like they have the same sensibilities as my book. In the acknowledgements I culled the names of their agents and have added them to my list of people to investigate. I managed to buy just one, a book called “Wild Girls
The whole afternoon just reminded me why I write.
I love books. I just love them.
Did you know there’s a whole book on salt? It’s called “Salt: A World History
It was a wonderful afternoon. I have to remember, the next time I’m feeling frustrated or tired, that an hour at Skylight can change my whole perspective and remind me why I do what I do.
Congratulations to my father-in-law, who just published his first book.
It’s titled “Las Gracias de Dona Diabla.” There was a huge launch party in Quito, Ecuador, last weekend. I couldn’t make it, but I hear it was a big success.
My Spanish, as of yet, isn’t quite good enough that I can actually read the book, but if yours is, I suggest you track down a copy. He’s a great story teller.
I‘ve been reading this book, “Pillars of the Earth,” for what feels like forever. It’s quite long, and even though the author (Follett) can sometimes digress extensively into the details of church construction, it is a damn good story.
At this point (and I still have several hundred pages to go), I don’t even really need to know any of the events that happened in the first half of the book. I seem to be reading a whole other story.
So I wonder, will he bring it back to the opening scene at the end? Or was there some other reason that he decided not to make this into a trilogy? It would seem, from a marketing perspective, that selling the story as a trilogy would have made both Follet and his publishers a lot of money.
Take the Hunger Games for example. Trilogy. Delicious. Totally could have been one long book. I assume that the reason it’s not a trilogy is because the publisher knew I’d fork over the dough for each one, after loving the first installment so much.
As an author, it’s got me thinking. How does one know if they have a trilogy on their hands, or just one really long book? Is it an artistic choice? Or a marketing thing? Anyone out there have any perspective on this one?
I read a lot. I believe it’s part of a writer’s job, so much so that I consider sitting around reading a legitimate day of work (when I don’t have actual deadlines pending).
At the end of 2011 I was swamped in a lot of ways and looking for some good, light reading fare, so I picked up “Fun and Games.” It’s a mystery/thriller/hollywood story, and it was just what I was looking for. But then I went and bought book 2 in the series and frankly, it sucks. I tore through the Hunger Games trilogy, mostly because all the cool kids are doing it, and I actually thought they were great. Again, not historically brilliant prose, but a damn good story.
So then I was stumped. On a recommendation from a semi-nerdy friend I picked up “How to survive in a science fiction universe.” I totally respect it for the ingenuity and creativity, but when I was half way through and couldn’t tell what it was really about, I gave up. Same with “Let the great world spin,” which I’ve been told I should give another shot, because it’s amazing. I loved the writing, but the story just didn’t grab me.
Right now I’m reading “The Wedding Gift,” which also frankly sucks, but it was $1 on my kindle. You get what you pay for I guess.
Anyhow, I could go on, but if you want to know what I’ve been reading you can just scroll down and check out the little book shelf in the right hand column there. I generally keep it well updated.
What I really want now is advice on what to read next. I got 2 Amazon gift cards for Christmas (big thanks to my favorite client and my wonderful in-laws), and they are burning a hole in my pocket. I’m done with the delicious junk for the time being. Instead I’m looking for something really engrossing. Something stunning. Something that will make me sit up way too late tonight reading because I simply cannot put it down.
I trolled a few Best Of lists from 2011 and here are my top contenders.
The Sense of An Ending
Salvage the Bones
A Visit From the Goon Squad (I want to hope that this is Princess Bride reference…?)
The Tiger’s Wife
The Marriage Plot
I’m thinking about just working my way down the list, but I’d love to hear from anyone out there who has actually read one or more of them.
Or what was your favorite book of 2011, and why will I love it? Seduce me.