2.18.2010

Does Anyone Want to Go to Orlando With Me This Spring?

An illustration of Hogwarts Castle in the Wizarding World of Harry Potter via the NYTimes.


I've secretly been fantasizing about the Harry Potter theme park that is to open this Spring. Harry Potter-themed rides, restaurants and shopping; how can you go wrong? It looks like the park is broken into sections including Hogsmeade and Hogwarts.

Rides like "Dragon Challenge" where one can ride a dragon as it duals another is actually two separate roller coasters intertwined. Another ride is rumored to feature the whomping willow tree and giant spiders.

Shopping will include Dervish and Banges (for your magical repairs), Filch's Emporium of Confiscated Goods, Honeyduke's (a shop known for it's magical treats!), Olivanders, where you can purchase your own wand, the Owl Post and Zonko's joke shop.

And let's not forget the Three Broomsticks. Butterbeers are on me!

In all seriousness, this park has the potential to be completely awesome. From the NYTimes; "'We've tried to include something from every book,' Allan Gilmore, an art director for the films who is helping to oversee the parks designs, said in an interview. 'We had free range to be as grand and excessive as we could be,' he added. 'It's only money that holds us back in the end.'"

Because the park is built in Universal Studios it's obviously going to be geared toward children and families. I'm just hoping it isn't too juvenile so adults can enjoy it just as much as the kiddies.

2.17.2010

Another Reason to Love Vonnegut




Not only is Vonnegut one of the greatest and most influential American writers of our time, he also won the 1978 writers' best friend/humanitarian award. Turns out, unlike most successful authors, Vonnegut went out of his way to help other, less successful authors.

While pursuing the Huffington Post this morning I found a link to this article, which details a great example of why I wish Vonnegut were my best friend.

In 1978 Nicola Nikolov immigrated to the US with the hopes of becoming a writer. That August he wrote letters to successful American authors, including Vonnegut, requesting feedback on his enclosed short stories. Nikolov saved his responses he received and needless to say most authors weren't of much help. (From John Cheever: "...I consider my judgement on anything but my own work to be worthless.")

However, Vonnegut not only went as far as critiquing Nikolov's writing, he also enclosed a check for the hopeful writer and his wife:

In an extraordinary, lengthy typed letter Vonnegut discussed the plight of the immigrant to the U.S. ("I would never urge anyone to come here, unless he were a world figure or multi-millionaire like Sozhenitzen") and the fiction writer in contemporary America: "the best books earn nothing, usually. There are supposedly, at any given time, no more than 300 people in this whole country who make their livings as self-employed writers. America has more admirals on active duty than that." Then, miraculously, Vonnegut agreed to read the proffered short stories. Further, in an act of profound kindness, Vonnegut enclosed an unsolicited check for the poverty-stricken Bulgarian with the "hope that you and your wife will spend it on a good supper and a bottle of wine. The America you find yourselves in is the America I have tried to describe in my books. It makes no sense. Nobody knows what it is. Anything can happen. Cheers, Kurt Vonnegut."
Dispite Vonnegut's efforts, Nikolov was never published in the US.



1.25.2010

Quotables: Hannah Miet


The problem with Kindles is that they eliminate the joy of winking at older men who are reading Lolita. Kindles, and the fact that I'm not fourteen anymore. Woe.

I bet your heart smells like pleather and sweat.

There are mysterious cookie crumbs in my coat pocket. It's miraculous that I've survived almost 23 years of existence.

I would punch a bum to spend the morning inside of Fiona Apple's voice. Naked, except for a Snuggie.


I have never worn a Snuggie, but I own a Slap Chop. Pointless thought or existential crisis?

I would never really punch a bum.

Coffee somehow got in my nose. I snorted coffee. Brain: take notice. 

This couple reeks of the best hangover cure known to man, and I wonder if I am only switching crutches, hobbling through the pages of this book. I need another coffee before work.

Logistically, and statistically, I have a few more years to be a complete and utter fool and get away with it. Or ten years, if I play my cards right. I really don't want to play my cards right.

I hope I didn't blow it. 

I miss the times before I would drink away hangovers. The earnest "I will never drink again!"s yelled to the heavens. Self-honesty is a wench.

Ow.

"We would like to have sex with you" deadpan: mixed results.

"I want to stab my stiletto into your soul." Too forward?

"I want to be the icepick in your wedding cake."

I'd like to taste your lips again, but I feel like I should be embarrassed about something. Should I be embarrassed about something? 

All's well as long as you're sort-of alive.


-one of my fave bloggers, Hannah Miet

1.14.2010

To Read or Not To Read


Everyone and their sister (including mine) has read the Twilight series. While I don't have anything against YA novels, I do look down on mainstream literature, if you even want to call it that. (Unless of course, I find it before it becomes mainstream - i.e. The Time Traveler's Wife and Harry Potter.) So, I've been avoiding the Twilight series at all costs.

Err - actually just the books. I'm kind of in love with the movies. It's the 13-year-old girl in me. I've seen Twilight about six times and went to see New Moon on opening night. I should also confess I think about Edward Cullen multiple times a day. Is is possible to be completely infatuated with a fictional character? Yes. Do I wish Edward Cullen was a real person so I could do unspeakable things to him and make him fall in love with me? Yes!

Now that I'm embracing my inner teenage girl, heartthrob crush and all, I secretly want to borrow the series from my sister and jump in. Should I stick to my standards and shun Stephanie Meyer like I shunned Dan Brown after finished The DaVinci Code? Or should I give in to that teenage girl inside me and embrace Twilight like 17 million people have?

I'm thinking since I fantasize about Edward on a regular basis I already have given in to the Twilight phenomenon so my reading the books won't make any difference. That makes perfect sense, right?

1.04.2010

My Non-Existant Tabula Rasa


Another new year and another day that is not so different from the last. Yes, we're in a new millennium, but it's no different from 2008 or 2009. It's just a meaningless way of measuring time.

For most people the new year offers a tabula rasa - a chance to start over from scratch and erase all the bad habits that defined their life throughout the previous year. However, for me, it doesn't feel like much is changing. Nor do I feel like changing much. I enjoy my bad habits and those lingering 2 lbs I have been meaning to lose. I could drink a little less coffee and try to be a little more green, but I've grown to like the shaky feeling in my arms when I finish my third cup of coffee on an empty stomach, as I throw away my paper cup.

Maybe my cynicism is weighing heavy on me because it's a Monday morning and like most people, I hate Monday's and I am most definitely not a morning person. Or maybe I gained a little wisdom in the last year and understand the new year for exactly what it is - a day that isn't different from any other.

However, a while back I decided with the new year approaching I would resolve to speak more candidly and here is a passage that continues to inspire me to keep that resolution:

"If you ever doubt the power of language, listen more closely. Witness the magic the first time someone whispers "I love you." Watch a woman put on head phones, close her eyes, and have her life changed by a lyric. See a bad moment flipped upside down by a well-timed joke. Words propel us, empower us, make us human and more than human. We constantly struggle to say what we mean and mean what we say. To "wrestle with words and meanings." that's what t.s. eliot calls it. But as we whisper and shout, stutter and spin, we create order out of the chaos around us. We are built of words, and we live by them, too."

12.27.2009

Quotables: Chuck Palahniuk



"Just remember, the same as a spectacular Vogue magazine, remember that no matter how close you follow the jumps: Continued on page whatever. No matter how careful you are, there's going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn't experience it all. There's that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should've been paying attention. Well, get used to that feeling. That's how your whole life will feel some day. This is all practice. None of this matters. We're just warming up."

12.11.2009

Books I Want for Christmas

It's that wonderful time of year when I can make a Christmas list of things I want. Of course, the list always includes books and here are some of them:

Await Your Reply by Dan Chaon. From Publisher's Weekly: Starred Review. Three disparatecharacters and their oddly interlocking lives propel this intricate novel about lost souls and hidden identities from National Book Award–finalist Chaon (You Remind Me of Me). Eighteen-year-old Lucy Lattimore, her parents dead, flees her stifling hometown with charismatic high school teacher George Orson, soon to find herself enmeshed in a dangerous embezzling scheme. Meanwhile, Miles Chesire is searching for his unstable twin brother, Hayden, a man with many personas who's been missing for 10 years and is possibly responsible for the house fire that killed theirmother. Ryan Schuyler is running identity-theft scams for his birth father, Jay Kozelek, after dropping out of college to reconnect with him, dazed and confused after learning he was raised thinking his father was his uncle. Chaon deftly intertwines a trio of story lines, showcasing his characters' individuality by threading subtle connections between and among them with effortless finesse, all the while invoking the complexities of what's real and what's fake with mesmerizing brilliance. This novel's structure echoes that of his well-received debut—also a book of threes—even as it bests that book's elegant prose, haunting plot and knockout literary excellence. (A New York Time's Notable Book of 2009.)


The Unit by Ninni Holmqvist. From Publisher's Weekly: Swedish author Holmqvist's unconvincing debut, part of a wave of dystopias hitting this summer, is set in a near future where men and women deemed dispensable—those unattached, childless, employed in nonessential professions—are checked into reserve bank units for biological material and become organ donors and subjects of pharmaceutical and psychological experiments. When Dorrit Weger, who has lived her adult life isolated and on the brink of poverty, is admitted to the unit, she finds, to her surprise, comfort, friendship and love. Though the residents are under constant surveillance, their accommodations are luxurious, and in their shared plight they develop an intimacy rarely enjoyed in the outside world. But an unlikely development forces Dorrit to confront unexpected choices. Unfortunately, Holmqvist fails to fully sell the future she posits, and Dorrit's underdeveloped voice doesn't do much to convey the direness of her situation. Holmqvist's exploration of female desire, human need and the purpose of life has its moments, but the novel suffers in comparison with similar novels such as The Handmaid's Tale and Never Let Me Go.


Too Much Happiness by Alice Munro. From Publisher's Weekly: Starred Review. Munro's latest collection is satisfyingly true to form and demonstrates why she continues to garner laurels (such as this year's Man Booker International Prize). Through carefully crafted situations, Munro breathes arresting life into her characters, their relationships and their traumas. In Wenlock Edge, a college student in London, Ontario, acquires a curious roommate in Nina, who tricks the narrator into a revealing dinner date with Nina's paramour, the significantly older Mr. Purvis. Child's Play, a dark story about children's capacity for cruelty and the longevity of their secrets, introduces two summer camp friends, Marlene and Charlene, who form a pact against the slightly disturbing Verna, whose family used to share Marlene's duplex. The title, and final, story, the collection's longest and most ambitious, takes the reader to 19th-century Europe to meet Sophia Kovalevski, a talented mathematician and novelist who grapples with the politics of the age and the consequences of success. While this story lacks some of the effortlessness found in Munro's finest work, the collection delivers what she's renowned for: poignancy, flesh and blood characters and a style nothing short of elegant. (Another New York Times Notable Book of 2009.)


Ex Libris: Confessions of A Common Reader by Anne Fadiman. From Publisher's Weekly: The author of last year's NBCC-winning The Spirit Catches You and You Fall Down, has collected 18 essays about her relationships with books, reading, writing and words. Gathered from the "Common Reader" column Fadiman wrote for Civilization magazine, these essays are all inspired by interesting ideas?how spouses merge their large libraries, the peculiar pleasures of reading mail-order catalogues, the joys of reading aloud, how people inscribe their books and why. Unfortunately, some of these fascinating ideas grow fussy. The minutiae of the shelving arrangements at the Fadiman household brings the reader to agree with the author's husband, who "seriously contemplated divorce" when she begged him to keep Shakespeare's plays in chronological order. The aggressive verbal games waged in Fadiman's (as in Clifton) family are similarly trying: They watched G.E. College Bowl, almost always beating the TV contestants; they compete to see who can find the most typos on restaurant menus; and adore obscure words such as "goetic" (pertaining to witchcraft). At least the author is self-aware: "I know what you may be thinking. What an obnoxious family! What a bunch of captious, carping, pettifogging little busybodies!" Well, yes, but Fadiman's writing, particularly in her briefer essays, is lively and sparkling with earthy little surprises: William Kunstler enjoyed writing (bad) sonnets, John Hersey plagiarized from Fadiman's mother. Books are madeleines for Fadiman, and like those pastries, these essays are best when just nibbled one or two at a time.


The Help by Kathryn Stockett. From Publisher's Weekly: Starred Review. What perfect timing for this optimistic, uplifting debut novel (and maiden publication of Amy Einhorn's new imprint) set during the nascent civil rights movement in Jackson, Miss., where black women were trusted to raise white children but not to polish the household silver. Eugenia Skeeter Phelan is just home from college in 1962, and, anxious to become a writer, is advised to hone her chops by writing about what disturbs you. The budding social activist begins to collect the stories of the black women on whom the country club sets relies and mistrusts enlisting the help of Aibileen, a maid who's raised 17 children, and Aibileen's best friend Minny, who's found herself unemployed more than a few times after mouthing off to her white employers. The book Skeeter puts together based on their stories is scathing and shocking, bringing pride and hope to the black community, while giving Skeeter the courage to break down her personal boundaries and pursue her dreams. Assured and layered, full of heart and history, this one has bestseller written all over it.

12.08.2009

Yet Another Reason To Love Audrey Niffenegger


As I was tooling around on Audrey Niffeneffer's site earlier today I found this little treasure of a response to a reader hoping to find e-book versions of her work:

I am not opposed to the existence of e-books; I know lots of people are wildly enthusiastic about them. But I have spent my life working with books as an art form and I am devoted to physical books. E-books in their current incarnations are still imperfect and they threaten the arts of book design and typography. As a book conservator I am also nervous about the digitization of books: will they be readable one hundred years from now? Or will thousands of books simply vanish as platforms and programs change?

E-books have certain advantages (they are searchable) and disadvantages (they are not beautiful objects in themselves and don’t display images very well). I’m sure they will improve over time, though. I don’t know when or if my books will become e-books. Writing me hostile e-mail about this will not hasten my desire.

Thank you, Audrey! I couldn't agree more. And, even more exciting news, she has started to work on her third novel, entitled The Chinchilla Girl in Exile. I was also informed that "The Night Bookmobile," a story published in weekly installments in The Guardian, will be published as a graphic novel in 2010. If you haven't read this story you can read the first part for free online and will probably want to buy the rest. It's widely creative and appealing to any book lover.