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The Sunday Salon
2008 at 6pm Posted by Rebecca Schinsky
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After a few weeks of relatively blah reading, I think I’m back in the saddle…or, at least, it’s looking that way, and I hope it stays.
I started this week with a review of Stalking Irish Madness, Patrick Tracey’s travelogue-family history story of attemping to trace the roots of the schizophrenia that runs through the maternal side of his family tree.
On Monday, I created the Inside the Readers’ Studio meme, which seems to be catching on rather well (feel free to tag yourself and play along), then on Tuesday, I had a short and sweet Tuesday Thingers meditation on Library Thing authors. I’m happy to report that as a result of that post, Christopher Meeks has joined LT and hopes to be hosting an Author Chat very soon. Click here to read my review of his excellent short fiction collection Months and Seasons.
On Wednesday, I began a blog series called Adventures in Bookselling, which began with a post that has my favorite title so far: Have you hugged your feral cat today? It was so warmly received that I followed it up on Friday with a guest post from one of my coworkers: The Glass Menage a Trois.
In between, I participated in a Booking Through Thursday discussion about why I read and wrote a review of Dick Meyer’s Why We Hate Us, which is one of the best books I’ve read in a very long time.
After a long day of work on Friday, I boarded a plane to come to Kansas City for a friend’s wedding. Thanks to delayed flights, I got almost all the way through American Wife, which I finished last night and reviewed here this morning.
I’m now about 80 pages into After the Fire: A True Story of Friendship and Survival by Robin Gaby Fisher. When the publicist for this book initially contacted me, I was hesitant to accept because it’s not the type of book I would normally read—I don’t really go for the whole “tragic experience turned heartwarming/uplifting/inspirational story” thing, but I decided to give it a shot, and so far, I’m glad I did.
Now it’s time to get fancy and have a good time at a HUGE wedding.
What are you doing this weekend?
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Book Review: American Wife by Curtis Sittenfeld
2008 at 2pm Posted by Rebecca Schinsky
Available for purchase September 2nd.
American Wife is the story of Alice Lindgren, a middle-class woman (and registered Democrat) from a small town in Wisconsin who grows up to become a children’s librarian but then falls in love with an impish young dilettante from a famously rich and political family and eventually finds herself the unlikely First Lady of the United States. Sound familiar? It should.
Sittenfeld has spoken openly about the fact that American Wife is loosely based upon/inspired by the life of Laura Bush, and this is evident throughout the book. Basically, Sittenfeld has taken major events from the life of the First Lady and written in her own imaginings of what those experiences must have been like. She has taken extensive creative license and filled in the gaps left by the real-life First Lady’s justifiable reticence to divulge her private life to the public. I’ll give it to Curtis Sittenfeld—this is an interesting premise for writing a book, and many people are raving about it, but it just didn’t work for me. However, I don’t want to ruin it for those of you who do plan to read the book, so I’ll do my best to refrain from spoilers.
The first major event in Alice’s life is a tragic car accident that leaves her, at the age of seventeen, devastated and uncertain of how to go on with life. This did happen to Laura Bush in real life, and I imagine that it must have been awful. Sittenfeld succeeds in making Alice’s character sympathetic despite the fact that her actions and decisions following the accident lead to a disturbing turn of events that many readers will find offensive and/or extremely controversial. In more casual settings, I’ve used the word “scandalicious” to describe these scenes. They were difficult to read, and I’m confident that many of the sweet little conservative ladies who pick up American Wife because they want to read a nice novel about the First Lady are going to be shocked, and rightly so. It seems clear to me that Sittenfeld is going for shock value. After all, controversy = buzz = selling books.
When the narrative jumps more than ten years into the future, we find Alice relucantly attending a backyard barbecue with her best friend Dena. Dena has heard that Charlie Blackwell (the aforementioned impish young dilettante) will be there, and she is planning to seduce him. Dena swoops in and gives it her best effort, but Charlie is drawn to Alice, and they begin a whilrwind relationship. The scenes describing the early days of their relationship are sweet and represent some of the best writing in the book. However, there are several steamy sex scenes that ordinarily wouldn’t bother me, but they seem out of place and unnecessary given the context and overall arc of the narrative. I’m no prude, but I don’t really need to know about Charlie’s skill with oral sex, and again, it seemed that Sittenfeld was hoping to shock her readers.
As Alice and Charlie’s story progresses, we see several more events that are recognizable from the life of our current First Lady—Charlie buys a baseball team, develops a substance abuse problem, becomes a born-again Christian, becomes governor, and is then declared president following a close and contested election. The tragedies of September 11th take place, and Charlie leads America into a war that is hotly debated and potentially ill-advised, and Alice stands by her man despite her misgivings and her questions about his motives. Sittenfeld also borrows popular headlines, including the story of Cindy Sheehan (the mother whose son was killed in Iraq and who camped out in Washington demanding to speak with the president), who appears in a markedly different but easily recognizable character.
While I certainly didn’t love American Wife, I didn’t hate it, either. Sittenfeld’s writing is actually pretty good, and the story is interesting but not in a can’t-wait-to-see-what-happens-next kind of way. I’ve read several positive reviews, and I think many people are going to love this book—it just isn’t the kind of book I regularly read or enjoy, but I had to see what the hype was about. Sittenfeld develops Alice’s character rather skillfully, enabling readers to understand her personality and her motives and to know why she makes the decisions she does, even if we may not agree with them. That said, there were several aspects of Alice’s character that I found grating, particularly the way that she attributes several of her personality flaws or weaknesses to the fact that she is female.
I also think I would have enjoyed the novel more if I hadn’t known what it was based on, or if Sittenfeld had come up with a completely original story about a woman who happens to grow up and marry a man who will become president. The way that Sittenfeld pulled events from a real person’s life and linked them together with her imagined stories felt cheap to me…it seems like cheating, or like an exercise from a writing class that she decided to extend into a novel. It doesn’t bother me when authors fictionalize events or themes from their own lives; in fact, I have thoroughly enjoyed many such novels (Tim O’Brian and John Irving come to mind as favorites), but to take a string of events from someone else’s life, especially someone with such a well-established and widely known reputation, and use it to provide structure for a story you otherwise wouldn’t have at all just seems lazy. Something about it just didn’t sit well with me. Granted, it is a brilliant marketing tactic, particularly as the book is being released (one can only assume that this is far from coincidental) during the week of the Republican National Convention….but I think that was the problem for me—it felt gimmicky.
However, I did love that Alice was thoughtful and introspective and a true bibliophile, and I thought Sittenfeld gave her several wonderful passages about faith and books and the importance of reading. These were some of the highlights for me:
That the world was miraculous, frequently in inexplicable ways, I would not argue. That these miracles had any relationship to the buildings we called churches, to the sequences of words we called prayers—that I was less sure of.
She was the reason I was a reader, and being a reader was what had made me most myself; it had given me the gifts of curiosity and sympathy, an awareness of the world as an odd and vibrant and contradictory place, and it had made me unafraid of its oddness and vibrancy and contradictions.
For all my resistance to organized religion…I don’t believe Charlie would have quit drinking without it. It provided him with a way to structure his behavior, and a way to explain that behavior, both past and present, to himself. Perhaps fiction has, for me, served a similar purpose—what is a narrative arc if not the imposition of order on disparate events?—and perhaps it is my avid reading that has been my faith all along.
So, I didn’t love American Wife, but I didn’t hate it, and I’m looking forward to seeing the reactions and debates it will spark upon its release on Tuesday. I’ll be very surprised if the White House doesn’t release some statement in response. There is definitely an audience for a novel like this, and I will be recommending it to friends and customers for whom it will be a better fit. All in all, I’m giving American Wife 3.75 out of 5.
Gimme Some Sugahhhhh!
2008 at 11am Posted by Rebecca Schinsky
If you haven’t heard by now, Amy at My Friend Amy is hosting the first Book Blogger Appreciation Awards….and there are about a billion categories. So, show some love for your favorite blogs (you know, I’d love if this were one of them) and send you nominations for the following categories to BBAWawards(at)gmail(dot)com.
Best General Book Blog
Best Kidlit Blog
Best Christian/Inspirational Fiction Blog
Best Literary Fiction Blog
Best Book Club Blog
Best Romance Blog
Best Thrillers/Mystery/Suspense Blog
Best Non-fiction Blog
Best Young Adult Lit Blog
Best Book/Publishing Industry Blog
Best Challenge Host
Best Community Builder
Best Cookbook Blog
Best History/Historical Fiction Blog
Best Design
Most Chatty
Most Concise
Most Eclectic Taste
Best Name for a Blog
Best Published Author Blog
Best Book published in 2008
Best Meme/Carnival/Event
Most Extravagant Giveaways
Best Book Community site
Recently added categories:
Most Altruistic Blog
Funniest/Most Humorous Blog
Best Sci-fi/fantasy/horror/spec-fic blog
Best Commenter/commentator
Have a great Saturday, and check back later for my review of American Wife.
The Glass Menage a Trois (Adventures in Bookselling, v.2): Guest Post
2008 at 8am Posted by Rebecca Schinsky
When I posted about my life as a bookseller (and, apparently, as a wrangler of feral cats) earlier this week, my friend and coworker Mark left a fantastic comment containing three of his own bookselling stories. I snatched it up from the comments and decided to post it here for all to see. So, back by popular demand, here we have Adventures in Bookselling, v.2.
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Seeing as I’m one of Rebecca’s work colleagues, I thought I’d throw in some of my own tales, just in case you’re not convinced by the level of craziness she’s trying to convey.
1) TRIMMING
I’d only been working at the store a few months when the following conversation took place between myself and a customer:
Me: Thank you for holding, etc.
Guy: Yeah, I’m looking for trimming.
Me: I’m sorry, did you say trimming?
Guy: Yeah, trimming.
(Hey, I’m British and had only been living in the States for a couple of years. Maybe “trimming” was some local vernacular that previously escaped me.)
Me: Are you looking for a book called “Trimming” or, I dunno, a book on gardening?
Guy: No! I just want some trimming!
Me: Excuse me for asking, but what do you want to do with this trimming?
Guy: (exasperated) TRIMMING! TO PUT ROUND A DOOR FRAME!
Me: (a beat) Sir, you are aware that you called (insert name of book store here).
Guy: Yeah.
Me: And you are aware that (insert name of book store here) is a book store?
Guy: YES!
Me: And you’re asking me if we stock door trimming. Trimming to put around the edge of a door frame?
Guy: YES!!!
Me: Erm, have you tried Home Depot?
Guy: They didn’t have any! They said you’d have some!
Me: You sure you didn’t ask them for The Da Vinci Code?
Guy: Huh?
Me: Sir, we don’t sell door trimming.
Guy: (click)
Me: Seriously, WTF.
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2) SCHOOL SEASON
I’ve been asked for the following:
How to Kill a Mockingbird by Lee Harper
January by Charles Bronson*
Withering High by Emily Bront
Land of the Flies
The Glass Ménage à Trois
Sid’s Heart
The Rapes of Wrath
It’s always a joy to hand over The Count of Monte Cristo and see their faces drop when they discover just how big it is. Then you tell them it’s the abridged version.
*They were looking for Charlotte Bronte’s Jane Eyre. I’m not kidding.
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3) TAXI DRIVER
Me: Thank you for hol–
Woman: I’m driving to your store. Where you at?
Me: Erm, where are YOU… at?
Woman: I’m on I-123.
Me: (waiting for specifics)
Woman: (waiting for my magical response)
Me: Whereabouts on I-123?
Woman: Heading north.
Me: From?
Woman: Somewheresville. (about 30 miles away)
Me: Are you coming to our store to pick up an order?
Woman: No, just to look.
Me: Because there are about four other stores between here and Somewheresville.
Woman: Where they at?
Me: (headache forming) Did you check for directions before you started driving towards us?
Woman: I know where you at. I just need directions.
Me: (WTF?) Well, if you’re on I-123, just keep heading north and–
Woman: I ain’t on I-123.
Me: Where are you then?
Woman: I don’t know, that’s why I need directions.
Me: Ma’am, your connection’s really bad, can you try calling back?
Woman: What’s your number?
Me: Erm…
And that’s the last I ever heard from her.
Yeah, our cafe sells espresso by the bucketful for a very good reason.
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See? I’m not the only one who thinks (knows) our customers are crazy. In a wild life we booksellers lead.
Oh, did I mention that Mark has an awesome new blog about retro video games? It’s very cool.
Some of you left great comments about your own crazy work stories, so let’s keep those coming. It’s Friday, after all, and you know you don’t feel like working.
Book Review: Why We Hate Us by Dick Meyer
2008 at 2pm Posted by Rebecca Schinsky
Pig Man boarded with a heavy black roller bag. While stowing it in the overhead compartment, he smashed my soft carry-on without hesitation or apology. Pig Man sat down and immediately got out his cell phone and began shouting into it. Using a cell phone on a plane before takeoff is, sadly, common and apparently acceptable. Many, but perhaps not most, airplane cell talkers will try to talk softly, cover the phone, or hunch over as gestures toward the surrounding humanity. Not Pig Man. He sat up straight and barked. I learned that Pig Man barely had time to shower before the flight, the he had had an athletic morning at the club, that some buddies were having fun at a picnic, that he expected whomever he was talking with to stock up on liquor before he got to his destination, and a few spicier things I will not repeat. Pig Man ignored polite but dirty looks from at least three neighbors besides me.
On takeoff, Pig Man immediately removed his shower slippers and crossed his legs so that his bare foot and its five heinous toes grazed my left arm. One doesn’t have to be Emily Post to know that one does not touch a stranger with bare feet. He responded to my instant swivel and heartfelt scowl with a dismissive wave that said, “Sorry, pal, don’t be so uptight.” My evil eye also spotted one of his testicles that had squirted loose from his gym shorts. Pig Man kept his grotesque foot in the aisle but moved the offending appendage closer to my wife and her considerable olfactory gifts. She reported the foot to be stinky.
Hasn’t something like this happened to all of us? Don’t you hate it? Ever wondered why Americans feel like this kind of behavior is acceptable and justified?
In Why We Hate Us: American Discontent in the New Millennium, Dick Meyer shares countless examples that illustrate his thesis that Americans have grown to hate us–not America, and not each other, but the culture we have created and in which we actively participate. We have private conversations in public places, we are constantly attached to electronic devices and often choose them over in-person contact with the people that are right in front of us, and we are suffering from a “lack of social self-respect.” Meyer diagnoses America with a chronic case of low self-esteem and concludes that we are acting out. He couldn’t be more right.
Meyer’s central thesis is that we hate us because phoniness—-that bane of Holden Caulfield’s existence—-has become “the emblematic malady of our times,” along with a lack of manners and “the decline of organic community.” He explores the irony in the fact that Americans are inundated with phoniness and know how to recognize spin—-basically, we know when we’re being bullshitted—-but we have become so steeped in it that our lives have begun to reflect the very things we hate.
It is a paradox that our society creates so much cultural product that so many people consume so gluttonously but also dislike so ferociously. it’s a cultural obesity syndrome.
Meyer states that the lack of rules governing social behavior stems from the fact that “the social superego has been silenced or at least muted [because] it comes from shared boundaries and conventions, and they are disappearing.” We are barraged by OmniMedia and OmniMarketing, which put pictures in our heads of the lifestyles we think we should be living and which promote products and “communities” that separate us from our social inheritance and thus rob us of crucial opportunities to teach character and pass down wisdom. We have so much, but
we miss the seeds of happiness, which are simple: people and useful connections to people.
Though we hate us, we are united against the common enemy that is the prevailing culture, though we are often hesitant to act. We all hate the fact that things like this happen:
Most of the time we try to tune out the boorishness. But the resentment, the offense, and the anger stew. This makes public life subtly more malignant. You silently note a tattoo of “Fuck You” on a man’s pumped-up bicep. You listen to the unembarrassable woman at the next table at a restaurant blather into her cell phone the details of her latest gynecological checkup. You go to live theater among men in gym shorts, T-shirts, and baseball caps. At night, you hear people drive by with bass blasting so loudly that your liver jiggles. If you complain about this stuff out loud (or in print), you’re a snob. Or a nut. Or a Behavior Nazi.
It’s no wonder we hate us. According to Meyer, “the prevailing culture is rotting our conscience and uprooting our common sense,” and it is this culture that shapes our identities, values, and conduct. But it doesn’t have to be this way. Meyer suggests that we can begin by cultivating our character, both individually and collectively.
Building in ourselves the character we wish leaders had, and then practicing the habits of behavior—the manners—that express character, is the best way to hate us less and to contribute less that is hateful to our communities.
He challenges Americans to take on Two Difficult Projects: First, we must nurture authentic commitments in our private and community lives. Then we must cultivate a guiding “moral temperament” (a consistent set of ethics) by which to live our daily lives. And we must support each other in doing this.
Meyer shares all of this information and analysis in a delightfully intelligent, insightful, and often humorous fashion. He is not preachy or partisan, and his examinations of the various aspects of the prevailing culture—politics, marketing, media, education, etc—are thoughtful and well-developed. His anecdotes are universal and representative of things we’ve all witnessed or fallen victim to (if you read my Sunday Salon post a few weeks ago, then you know why I don’t like most people).
I loved this book for being so smart when it would have been very easy for Meyer to dumb things down. I’m so proud of him for resisting the temptation to go the route of trying to entertain the reader rather than asking difficult questions and forcing us to reflect on our own behavior and our role in perpetuating and now fighting against a culture that is sick and in need of help. I saw myself in many of the things he described, and I didn’t like it. I felt inspired to reexamine my ethics, my consumption of media and products, and my social conduct and relationships.
Though there are many chuckle-inducing statements in this book, Why We Hate Us is definitely not a light read, and that is a very good thing. This is a sociological analysis of modern culture, a rallying cry, and a call for social change. It is a rather balanced look at how things are and why they are that way, and Meyer is not afraid to lay blame where it is due. The bad news is that we are all guilty. The good news is that “it is not a sign of terminal social disease that we do hate us,” because we can all participate in rebuilding our culture and repairing our national self-esteem.
And we can start by not clipping our toenails in public.
I give Why We Hate Us a very happy 5 out of 5, and I wish to send a shout-out to Stephen Colbert for featuring Meyer on a recent episode of The Colbert Report and to the folks at Random House for responding to my request so kindly (and quickly) with a gorgeous edition of the book. There’s a lot of information in this book, and there’s a lot that I couldn’t fit into my review. You should read it. Everyone should read it. We should make Why We Hate Us required reading for all Americans. It would be a good start.
UPDATE: Click here to listen to an NPR interview with Dick Meyer.
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