Bookninja

I ask myself that sometimes. Storytime: My dad, who mostly reads tech manuals and was a Toronto Sun subscriber (picture: painted), for many years didn’t really understand me publishing poems, but he DID understand me publishing in Reader’s Digest or The Globe. It felt like “real” writing to him. So he’d read everything I published there. He bought my books, for sure, but I doubt he’s ever read one. Anyway, he used to phone me up after reading a review in the Globe and say, “Oh, yep, read your article there. Good work” but never went much beyond that. After the novelty wore off, one I day called and said, “Oh, did you see my review in the Globe on Saturday?” (yes, children, there used to be a books section back when dinosaurs roamed the earth) and he said, “Yeah… I tried to read it, but I stopped when I came to the word “intertextuality”….” Well, that got me thinking: what the frig are we trying to do with a newspaper review? I mean, yes, it’s a moot point now as the newspaper reviews die out, but who are we writing to? To that point, I had been writing to other writers and critics. After that I started doing a hybrid form that included more bones thrown to anyone who DIDN’T do a BA in English lit. I compare books now like I would CDs… If you like Pearl Jam and Soundgarden, you’ll like this… Are you a fan of Radiohead? Rush out and buy this. Etc. (Obv with book comparators, not albums.) This guy takes a more intellectual approach to why reviews are worthwhile. Meh. Tomato, tomahto.

Rumaan Alam: To be a critic is not just to discharge your own enthusiasm for reading. It’s to do some other thing. What is that other thing?

Charles Finch: For me, books evoke a feeling first, and then you have to try to feel lucidly in words. When I read Ali Smith’s most recent book, it stirred up all these interesting and strange feelings in me. Then, as a critic, I had to go back and look at where I put an exclamation point in the margin, and I have to try to cobble together something lucid and intelligent and rational about that. That’s the art of criticism to me: trying to explain emotions, which, in a way, all art forms are trying to do through different means.

Contractors showed up next door to do roofing at 630am. In Jesusland right wingers are twisting themselves into knots to excuse a purported billionaire paying no taxes while they excuse their own racism by saying illegal immigrants pay no taxes. I got into an altercation with a maskhole at the grocery store yesterday and though I landed a sick burn, I’m feeling guilty for losing my cool. My children continue to run amok destroying any semblance of calm in my life. Goldenrod is making my sinuses into a fatberg in a 19th Century sewer system and people are looking at me askance because they all assume my name is Typhoid Jonny. I am cranky. Here’s your damn news.

• The right reaction: Hillary Mantel is disappointed to not be on the Booker list, but feels freed by the situation;
• France locked in civil war over poet corpses and I am here for it;
• Atwood’s Handmaid one of decade’s most banned books… Good for her… I wish someone would ban one of mine;
• Years ago, a pizza delivery guy showed up at our door and when I answered, he looked at me, paused, and said, “Do you know the writer George Saunders?” Surprised, I said, “Of course.” “Are you him?” he asked. Why can’t I ever get the hot guys? But I digress: Is Chris Hemsworth simply too hot to play a George Saunders character? (A: yes);
• What’s it like to be in a post-covid library?;
• Huh… NPR is making a play for a popular reader with a romance column;
• Cars and Trucks and Things that Og: Are busy illustrations in kids books making people dumber?;
• Creative Writing courses winning during Covid, which means, my experience tells me, writing itself is losing;
• Why is Agatha Christie still popular? She adapts;
• IFOTIFA (or whatever) has a great lineup of of 99% non-poets;
• This was my thought on Magic cards from about 1990, but if you go to search your old bedroom at your parents house, you’ll find they’ve thrown out or given away most of your good shit, like old Beatrix Potter or Alice in Wonderland books that could be worth thousands;
• For me, the #revealyourshelf campaign would just reveal all the stuff I can’t find a place for anywhere else so it rests up against a bunch of book spines in the dining room;
• Did you know about the Coles Book Arcade in Melbourne?;

This note in the Q&Q excites me. An intersectional press built from the ground up, inspired by Octavia Butler? Yes, please.

Why a Hush Harbour? Hush Harbour Press is an intersectional publishing house, co-founded by Alannah Johnson and Whitney French, envisioning Black futures through literary and sonic storytelling with an emphasis on the revival of short fiction. In June 2020, Hush Harbour announced its arrival as the newest literary press in Canada.

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This year, we at Hush Harbour Press embarked on our own journey toward liberation. Launching on June 22 – a date chosen to honour and celebrate the legacy of Octavia E. Butler – Hush Harbour reflects on the historical and symbolic roots of our namesake by carving out a space for a particular type of liberation. It requires us to hold space for storytelling, memory, resistance, and existence.

Well, I feel a cold coming on. Garden variety, non-feverish, non-purple-toed cold. That, or St. John’s is suddenly overrun with goldenrod. Whatever it is, though, basically means I must stay indoors and/or away from others until it’s gone because that’s the responsible thing to do, even with a mask, and even in a province that has weathered this crisis better than most places in the world (we only have one known active case, and it’s travel-related, not community spread.) Besides, I can only imagine the shady side-eye I’d get from my NL peers if I were out sniffing and coughing in public. I know they’ll do this because I have already done it to others. Big deadline this week too, on the manuscript for my next book, so it’s probably best I just lock myself to this idiot box for a few days. Blerg.

• Books to “restore” faith in humanity? Huh, turns out some had it? Weird;
• Authors helping out inmates;
• Bookstores on the edge;
• RIP: Don Domanski, giant of Canadian poetry and friend of mine, dead at 70… I bizarrely dreamed of him the week before he died but didn’t send a note to say so… Sad… We once spent a week driving around Atlantic Canada… Odd duck, but so smart and enjoyable to be around… Godspeed, fella;
• Romance novelist tackling lack of diverse love stories;
• Arthur C. Clarke winner donates prize money to BLM protestors;
• Hari Kunzru on why cop shows are part of the problem;
• Elgin awards for SFF handed out;
• Colson Whitehead on being worn out by your own writing;
• Dan Brown will do anything to seem interesting if it boosts book sales, including a bunch of random women;
• Posted for reader Bianca, among others: Misty Copeland is Zooming into libraries;
• Author acquitted of child porn charges over passages in literary novel (ffs);
• Thom King’s new novel Indians on Vacation is fucking hilarious… here he is profiled on how it came about;

Another click-baity article, but with some really interesting findings gleaned from that cesspool of apathy and vitriol GoodReads.

SOME NOVELS ARE inextricably linked to their settings. In many cases, the location feels like a character in itself, a living and breathing protagonist whose interests are intertwined with its human counterparts and whose presence is felt on every page. NetCredit compiled a list of the most popular books set in every country in the world to really highlight which works of literature let their settings shine. NetCredit created an algorithm to give each book a score according to its Goodreads rating (about 13,000 books total) then made a series of virtual bookshelves and maps to showcase the top-scoring book set in each country.

Listen, I like George Takei as much as the next leftist, Queer-adjacent nerd, but normally I don’t link to his click-baity site because it’s largely facile garbage disguised as political comment. Of course, this rather harsh judgment doesn’t mean I don’t read it myself–I do. And gleefully so. And now and then you come across something interesting and relevant to our shared interests, like a list of books people say changed their lives. I happened to find this article today at the same time I found Jane Fonda talking about books that shaped her through major transitions in her life (careful of the word “transition”, Jane…. JK is out there, waiting to pounce), so I thought I’d make a post out of it. I have many books in my TBR pile that are possibly life-changing for me or someone else, but I never seem to get around to them, so I am left feeling guilty when I see them, even though I shouldn’t. I’m not going to excerpt these articles below, because the prose is like pablum, but I will give you a partial list, in a rough chronological order up til recently (it’s hard to tell if books I’ve read in the last five years or so have shaped anything but my potbelly), of books that shaped me:

• Stuart Little, E.B. White
• Motorcycle Mouse, Beverly Cleary
• The Lord of the Rings, JRR Tolkien
• Encyclopedia Brown. Donald J. Sobol
• The X-Men (issues 94 to 200)
• Ender’s Game, Orson Scott Card (hateful man)
• Calvin and Hobbes, Bill Patterson
• Dune, Frank Herbert
• Steel Beach, John Varley
• The Lord of the Flies, William Golding
• King Lear, Willie Shakes
• Neuromancer, William Gibson
• Beautiful Losers, Leonard Cohen
• There’s a Trick with a Knife That I’m Learning to Do, Michael Ondaatje
• Breakfast for Barbarians, Gwendolyn MacEwan
• The Spice-box of Earth, Leonard Cohen
• Crow, Ted Hughes
• Fall On Your Knees, Anne Marie MacDonald
• View With a Grain of Sand, Wislawa Szymborska
• Disgrace, JM Coetzee
• Never Let Me Go, Kazuo Ishiguro
• Inventory, Dionne Brand
• Cloud Atlas, David Mitchell
• etc etc.

Feel free to add your own below.

What are your plans for the weekend, besides chemically suppressing an endless existential scream of panic and bewilderment? I will clean my office and go on some good hikes during the remaining decent weather to distract myself from the impending doom of humanity. Baudrillard would be proud.

• Canada’s reduced role at Frankfurt involves 11 authors/illustrators;
• Can you imagine having been the editor for RBG? It would be like being a personal butcher for a lion or like the vocal coach for Adele… My editorial comments would look like this: “Well, I don’t know about this construction but I assume you’re right, Ms. Justice-Ginsberg-Ma’am-Your Honour, begging your pardon”;
• Omg omg omg: Claudia Rankine on Lizzo? My worlds are colliding!;
• Woodward’s Rage bumps sales by 600,000+ during first week;
• Dublin ILF program comes to life;
• Hercule Poirot at 100;
• Library traffic down 80% last year;
• Natalie Portman’s updated fables for kids;
• $72 bucks a night to play F. Scott and Zelda… Vat of booze not included;
• Booksellers in New England announce diversity initiative;
• This fucking job kills me every time it comes up;
• Noted bigot JK Rowling helps screw up chance for gender change in Britain;
• CBC nonfiction prize shortlist;
• $13.5 million in artist relief handed out;
• Lana Del Rey (a name that sounds like a car from the 1950s) gets her poetry reviewed by poets… It’s sad for me that poetry is a vanity project for so many celebrities… At least Ethan Hawke had to do the work to write a novel… Failed song lyrics and random, pencil-doodled pseudo-profundities written by Instagram model make me whither inside… I didn’t even like Eddie Vedder’s poems, and I’m predisposed to Eddie Vedder… But I digress;
• Louise Penney interviewed at CBC;

Forget during the pandemic — what comes next for libraries afterward? First things first: coffee. After that, my list gets adventurous. For instance, I’d like to one day be able to rent bodies, Altered Carbon style. Like, take a Brad Pitt or Daniel Craig out for a spin to see what it’s like to turn heads in public. Or, Hell, a Jennifer Lawrence. Actually, I’d probably just stay home all day and look at myself in the mirror. But seriously, where do libraries go from here? The NYT investigates.

Many companies and public institutions were unprepared for the pandemic and the ensuing lockdown. There was one notable, perhaps even surprising, exception: the nation’s public libraries.

For more than a decade, these seemingly traditional institutions had been investing in a range of technologies and media. Libraries now balance two stacks: the physical with the so-called digital full stack.

With a wealth of electronic books, streaming platforms and of course Zoom, many were ready, with some adjustments, to provide services for their communities. But no one could have predicted that 2020 would create the moment when “our libraries, the most trusted civic institutions in the country, would become totally virtual,” said Anthony Marx, the president and chief executive of the New York Public Library, the nation’s largest library system after the Library of Congress.

But will virtual offerings eclipse physical locations?

A swinging hammer of thunderous news for ye.

• Ever wonder how the bestseller lists are developed? Here’s NYT’s process;
• On the power of the re-read;
• TIFPA (Toronto International Festival of Prose Authors — don’t @ me, bros, you know it’s true despite reality show events and tokenism) announces virtual lineup;
• Nikki Finney wins Wallace Stevens Award;
• NBF’s 5 Under 35 list is all Women of Colour;
• Arthur C Clarke Award handed out;
• Shaughnessy Cohen Prize handed out;
• JK Rowling seeks new avenues to promote her newly revealed hatred and bigotry;
• Palette cleanser: Elmer author David McKee profiled;
• Time’s list of influential people includes only one novelist… again;
• Were you a GoT reader sad at no Lady Stoneheart in the show? Here’s why;
• Wait, there’s a question over who was the actual Lord of the Rings?;

Workers in Indigo’s Square One location outside Toronto have voted to join the United Food and Commercial Workers (UFCW) union. Your move, Indigo.