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Wednesday, August 12, 2009

Reunited, and it feels so goooood

About a year and a half ago, I posted this lament for a lost friend. Well, cue the chorus of angels (which I actually heard last night), for I have found my old friend.


um, why are they singing Miss New Booty??


I had been reviewing and restacking my library, ruthlessly culling books to be removed from my library. As much as I hate to get rid of books, I have more than a few that simply do not deserve shelf space in my life. (Larryisms, I'm looking at you.)

Anyway, I was debating the merits of one particular book when, lo and behold!, my old friend fell into my hand.

The gods be praised!




Thursday, January 01, 2009

The Second Annual Bibliolatry Awards

In keeping with last year's recap post, below I've linked to all the reviews I completed during 2008. (I still, unfortunately, need to review a couple more books finished in December.)

At the end of my recap, I'll give out some awards. All links are internal, and will take you directly to my review.

Enjoy.


JANUARY

1. 180 More: Extraordinary Poems for Every Day, edited by Billy Collins
2. The Fall of the House of Bush, by Craig Unger
3. King Dork, by Frank Portman
4. The Dogs of Babel, by Carolyn Parkhurst
5. Tom Cruise: An Unauthorized Biography, by Andrew Morton


FEBRUARY

6. Three Dollars, by Elliot Perlman
7. Immortal, by Traci Slatton
8. Fragile Things, by Neil Gaiman
9. The Invention of Morel, by Adolfo Bioy Casares
10. The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie, by Muriel Spark
11. Lady of the Roses, by Sandra Worth
12. The Soul Thief, by Charles Baxter


MARCH

13. The Terror, by Dan Simmons
14. Enduring Love, by Ian McEwan
15. Larryisms: Book One, by Larry John
16. Olive Kitteridge, by Elizabeth Strout
17. Rape: A Love Story, by Joyce Carol Oates


APRIL

18. Amnesia Moon, by Jonathan Lethem
19. Beautiful Children, by Charles Bock
20. Soldier's Heart, by Elizabeth Samet
21. Dead Star Twilight, by Chez Pazienza


MAY

22. The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian, by Sherman Alexie
23. The Wentworths, by Katie Arnoldi
24. The McSweeney's Joke Book of Book Jokes
25. Armageddon in Retrospect, by Kurt Vonnegut
26. Cake, by Doreen Fitzgerald
27. Emotionless Souls, by David S. Grant


JUNE

28. The Book of Air and Shadows, by Michael Gruber
29. Loose Girl: A Memoir of Promiscuity, by Kerry Cohen
30. Shutter Island, by Dennis Lehane
31. Snuff, by Chuck Palahniuk
32. Brasyl, by Ian McDonald
33. When You Are Engulfed in Flames, by David Sedaris
34. Neurotica, by Elva Maxine Beach
35. Kockroach, by Tyler Knox
36. World War Z, by Max Brooks
37. The First 30 Days, by Ariane de Bonvoisin


JULY

38. The Answer is Always Yes, by Monica Ferrell
39. The Stone Gods, by Jeanette Winterson
40. The Enchantress of Florence, by Salman Rushdie
41. Child 44, by Tom Rob Smith
42. The French Lieutenant's Woman, by John Fowles
43. The Interpretation of Murder, by Jed Rubenfeld
44. A Wolf at the Table, by Augusten Burroughs
45. Apples and Oranges, by Marie Brenner
46. Moving Forward: Taking the Lead in Your Life, by Dave Pelzer
47. The Abstinence Teacher, by Tom Perrotta (abandoned)
48. My Sister, My Love, by Joyce Carol Oates


AUGUST

49. PS, I LOVE YOU, by Cecelia Ahern (abandoned)
50. Elephants on Acid, by Alex Boese
51. The Other, by David Guterson
52. A Clockwork Orange, by Anthony Burgess
53. Queen of the Road, by Doreen Orion
54. Runaway, by Steve Simpson (abandoned)
55. Marie-Therese, Child of Terror, by Susan Nagel
56. Soon I Will be Invincible, by Austin Grossman
57. In the Woods, by Tana French
58. No Country for Old Men, by Cormac McCarthy
59. boring boring boring boring boring boring boring, by Zach Plague


SEPTEMBER

60. A Good and Happy Child, by Justin Evans
61. The Rising, by Brian Keene
62. The Book of Lost Things, by John Connolly
63. The Power of Flies, by Lydie Salvayre
64. Hurry Down Sunshine, by Michael Greenberg
65. Tomato Girl, by Jayne Pupek


OCTOBER

66. Who By Fire, by Diana Spechler
67. The Story of Edgar Sawtelle, by David Wroblewski
68. Capote in Kansas, by Kim Powers
69. The Development, by John Barth
70. Months and Seasons, by Christopher Meeks
71. The Dragonfly Secret, by Clea and John Adams


NOVEMBER

72. Death With Interruptions, by Jose Saramago
73. Heart-Shaped Box, by Joe Hill
74. The Shape of Mercy, by Susan Meissner
75. Perfume, by Patrick Suskind
76. Just After Sunset, by Stephen King
77. The Tutu Ballet, by Sally Lee


DECEMBER

78. Living Dead Girl, by Elizabeth Scott
79. Being Dead, by Jim Crace
80. A Mercy, by Toni Morrison
81. The Missing, by Sarah Langan
82. Dirt, by Mark LaFlamme
83. The Interloper, by Antoine Wilson
84. Winterwood, by Patrick McCabe
85. Asylum, by Patrick McGrath
86. Jane Austen Ruined my Life, by Beth Pattillo
87. Travels in the Scriptorium, by Paul Auster (review forthcoming)
88. No one belongs here more than you, by Miranda July (review forthcoming)


First, I'm glad to say that I read more this year than I did last year, although I'm still not too pleased with these numbers. So I read 88 books this year, but abandoned three, bringing my net total to 85. Not too shabby, I suppose.

And now, without further ado, I give you the Second Annual Bibliolatry Awards!!


THE BEST: The Terror
Runners Up: Olive Kitteridge, Kockroach, Child 44, The Interloper


THE BEST (NONFICTION): Elephants on Acid
Runner Up: Loose Girl


THE WORST (FICTION)

There was a five-way tie in this category, folks. I couldn't choose which of these turds was the worst:

The Rising
Snuff
The Abstinence Teacher
PS, I LOVE YOU
Runaway


THE WORST (NONFICTION): Moving Forward
Runner Up: Larryisms: Book One


MOST DISAPPOINTING: Fragile Things
Runner Up: The Soul Thief


MOST SURPRISING: The Book of Air and Shadows
Runner Up: Immortal

Thursday, May 01, 2008

Updates and such

Since I have the time, I thought I'd update my three readers on a few things.

First, Anna Karenina. It was going so well until Levin started going on and on about the peasants. Christ, man. No wonder Kitty Kat didn't want to marry you. You're a fucking BORE. Meanwhile, Anna's all you-know-what with Vronsky and I'm stuck plowing a field with this chump.

Second, I've decided I need to read some Trollope. I thought it would be an easy decision until I saw that he's written nearly a million novels. Can anyone recommend a good one, or is Barchester Towers the obvious choice? And how the hell do you even pronounce Trollope? Like trollop? Or trollop-ee?

Third, I had no idea that James Joyce was BLIND. Since when, and why didn't I know? And he might have been doing the nasty with his daughter?? Dude, HOW COME NO ONE MENTIONED THIS TO ME? Knowing these tidbits might have made me more interested in his stuff.

Finally, I have some updates to some previous posts.

There's been a conclusion to this post, in which the son of Vladimir Nabokov was forced to decide between the public's wishes and his father's will. The answer can be read here. Bravo.

And, whoa. Most people predicted the Olsen twins; I for one never saw the potential for this. Damn he's good.

Friday, April 18, 2008

A Friday Funny

I didn't have time to write a "real" post, but I found a few things that made me laugh. First, though, I have to say book jokes are either a) impossible to find, or b) horribly lame.

Still, I was able to find two bookish jokes that not only tickled my funny bone but also involved chickens. I'm not sure how adding chickens to books is a logical joke formula, but it works for the two funnies I've presented below.

The first, taken from this site, is an oldie but a goodie. Yeah, it's corny. Whatever.


A pair of chickens walk up to the circulation desk at a public library and say, 'Buk Buk BUK.' The librarian decides that the chickens desire three books, and gives it to them...and the chickens leave shortly thereafter.

Around midday, the two chickens return to the circulation desk quite vexed and say, 'Buk Buk BuKKOOK!' The librarian decides that the chickens desire another three books and gives it to them. The chickens leave as before.

The two chickens return to the library in the early afternoon, approach the librarian, looking very annoyed and say, 'Buk Buk Buk Buk Bukkooook!' The librarian is now a little suspicious of these chickens. She gives them what they request, and decides to follow them.

She followed them out of the library, out of the town, and to a park. At this point, she hid behind a tree, not wanting to be seen. She saw the two chickens throwing the books at a frog in a pond, to which the frog was saying, "Rrredit Rrredit Rrredit..."

Finally, this "savage chicken" cartoon made me giggle even harder. The crossing is within. So true!

Monday, March 31, 2008

Reading Faceoff: Classics Edition

I've been avoiding a few big-time classics for awhile, mainly because they are so long.

I've decided to buck up and read at least one of them, and, since I'm so bad at making decisions, I thought I'd leave it up to you. With that I bring you Reading Faceoff, Round One: Classics Edition. Voting ends in two days, so vote now! Feel free to comment to further explain your choice.

UPDATE: Voting is closed! I didn't mean to delete the poll, but I did and I guess life just sucks, doesn't it? Take my word for it: Anna Karenina won, with a whopping (not really whopping, but I like the word) 40% of the vote.

I don't expect to have finish it too too soon...procrastination is still my forte, and I've been putting this one off for years. So, expect a post on it...soonish.

Monday, March 24, 2008

Lament for a Lost Friend

Sing for me, O Muse, the story of love, a mournful song in new strains, with tears; for now I will cry out a song for love lost, telling how he was destroyed by the four-footed beast that moved in stealth, and stole him when I was most vulnerable.

I have lost a friend and know not where to turn. Months have been lost in vain search, each new search as fruitless as those that preceded it.

This is the story of my lost friend, the Lewis Carroll bookmark.

My bookmark and I met a few years ago, as I browsed in my local Barnes and Noble store. The moment I set eyes upon his oddly-shaped visage, I just knew we were meant to be. Ignoring all the other authors boasting bookmarks of their own, I immediately snapped up Mr. Dodgson and headed right to the register.

Since that fateful day, we've enjoyed many good reads together, and while I have dozens of bookmarks, he has always been my first choice. As a result, he accompanied me through tragedy and comedy, through excellence and garbage. He watched me weep with sadness after completing a moving work; though he wanted to comfort me, his arms were never quite long enough, although the intent was always there. I could always read his eyes.

Recently, however, a cloud has descended upon our once bright love. I'm not sure when the severance occurred, but it has slowly dawned on me that I have not seen my beloved in quite some time. I searched in vain, beginning with books I'd recently read.

Nothing.

I then switched tactics, searching in books I've abandoned or left unfinished. Still nothing. My large collection of books, once a source of pride, now only mock me, for surely one of them hides Mr. Carroll. Glancing at my library only reminds me that he is in there, somewhere, hiding -- or worst yet, captive, waiting for the day when I will rescue him. Each new days brings with it a new possibility, and yet a rifling of the pages yields only despair.

I must face facts: my beloved bookmark is gone.

I know that I could purchase a new one here, but I think we all know it won't be the same. Instead I offer up this lament, that the fates might intercede and bring Lewis yet again before my eyes.

The renowned singer sang these things. But Bibliolatrist melted,
and wet the cheeks below her eyelids with a tear.
As when a woman laments, falling over the body of her dear husband
who fell before his city and people,
attempting to ward off the pitiless day for his city and children,
and she, seeing him dying and gasping,
falling around him wails with piercing cries, but men from behind
beating her back and shoulders with their spears
force her to be a slave and have toil and misery,
and with the most pitiful grief her cheeks waste away,
So Bibliolatrist shed a pitiful tear beneath her brows.

Saturday, March 22, 2008

Sometimes a little negativity can actually be positive

I found this meme on negative reviews over at the hidden side of a leaf and thought it was interesting. Then I googled "grumpy" and found this grumpy cookie. Now that's what I call kismet.

But damn I could go for a grumpy cookie right about now. Hell, I'd even take a happy cookie.


1. When you dislike a book, do you say so in your blog? Why or why not?

Absolutely, because I believe that books – whether good or bad – should evoke a visceral reaction in the reader. The worst reaction I could have is one of total apathy. In fact, I’d have to say that some of my best reviews were for books I didn’t like.


2. Do you temper your feelings about books you didn’t like, so as not to completely slam them? Why or why not?

I won’t slam a new author, but established ones (like Crichton) who write shite books and make millions off them – that’s a different story.


3. What do you think is the best way to respond when you see a negative review about a book you enjoyed?

Books are meant to provoke thought, conversation, an exchange of ideas, so the best way to respond to a negative review is to do so politely, in the interest of creating that exchange of ideas. The worst way would be to write a total asshole reply in which you call the reviewer names. I’ve had it done to me before and such comments say a lot about the commenter. Either spark an intelligent dialogue or keep your mouth shut.


4. What is your own most common reaction when you see a negative review of a book you loved or a positive review of a book you hated?

I don’t care too much if someone takes to a book differently than I did – in fact, I actually like that better, because a different opinion usually further informs my own. At times, an opposing review will only strengthen my original take on a book, but other times it makes me question myself. Either way, I really can’t lose.


5. What is your own most common reaction when you get a comment that disagrees with your opinion of a book?

As long as the comment is polite and rational, I am always open to comments that disagree with my opinion. I started my blog to create a place where I can interact with people about the books I read, and if everyone just says “I totally agree” and “You’re so right” all the time, that interaction becomes a bit stagnant. Disharmony creates growth, so long as people are polite.


6. What if you don’t like a book that was a free review copy? What then?

I agree with Dewey: this is a tough one. If the author is just starting out, I feel unethical slamming them, but I also can’t lie. I’ll either not review the book or else give it a bland review; thankfully, this hasn’t happened too much.


7. What do you do if you don’t finish a book? Do you review it or not? If you review it, do you mention that you didn’t finish it?

If the book is so bad that I was literally unable to finish it, then yes, I do review it. It’s only happened a couple times, and generally the situation involves a book so bad that I felt the need to warn others about it. Usually though, I always finish a book, even if it takes me awhile to get around to it.

Wednesday, March 05, 2008

Wednesday links

Coming to me via Jacket Copy: books, books, and more books! First, there's Flickr's Bookshelf Project, wherein people publish photos of...you guessed it, bookshelves. Flickr also gives us Book Piles, which is not as interesting but still noteworthy. The best of them all, however, is this amazing staircase, which helps a cramped apartment display its books. WANT. WANT. WANT.

In other news, an online book program has recently been launched; the first episode features books by Charles Bock, Susan Choi, Colin Harrison, and Richard Price. View it here.

Like weird things? Click here to read some of the oddest book titles of the year. I'm partial to If You Want Closure in Your Relationship, Start With Your Legs. Nice!

If you like sci-fi, here's a couple good links for you. The first dicusses what your taste in sci-fi says about your outlook on the world. The second, although not about books per se, still piqued my interest, discussing as it does movie endings -- which would you change? I don't know enough about movies -- books are my bag, obviously -- but that makes me wonder, which bookish ending would you change? I'll be back with that post soon.

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Stuff to read and a reason to write

I love lists. Lists are fun. I like to write them, like lists of things to do, or books to review, or chores to be completed. I get a Babbitt-like sense of joy upon crossing off another task completed.

My first list concerns the top 50 children's books. I'm sure we'll find something missing; I, for example, was agog at the omission of Little Women.

I don't really care for comic books, but I DO like lists, so here. Apparently, I should read these comic books before I die. Somehow I don't see myself doing this one. And as for THIS ... hmm. Whatever floats your boat, I guess.

This last list concerns bands whose music should be made into a movie. I'd like to throw Tool into the ring; I guarantee the scene featuring Hooker with a Penis will be one for the ages.

And finally, I'd like to showcase this new writing contest, which selects monthly winners. According to the site, "Monthly contests allow for revolving judges with differing opinions and more chances at publication" -- so polish off your best work and send it on in!

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

You make my day!

Whoopee!

Sarah has gifted me with the You Make My Day award. I've been having a crappy day and this was an instant pick-me-up. Thanks, Sarah!

Now I have to choose 10 bloggers to pass on the award. I've stuck to those blogs written by a single blogger as well as those blogs that stick to either books or writing as topics. Otherwise, this list would be impossible to limit to 10. Enjoy!

1. Chiron over at RabbitReader
2. Kristin over at Books 4 Breakfast
3. Linda over at Another Good Thing
4. Kelly over at A Book in the Life
5. Erin over at The Paperback Stash
6. Indigo over at Full Steam Ahead
7. Susan over at Naked Without Books!
8. Stephanie over at Stephanie's Confessions of a Book-a-holic
9. JRH over at Stuff on My Mind
10. Most Prepossessing over at Names Have been Changed


Sunday, January 27, 2008

An Open Letter to the Creators of Guitar Hero

Dear Evil Genuises who devised Guitar Hero III:

I'm not a very demonstrative person, being generally reserved as I am, but I must say: I love you.

Seriously.

I have never seen your faces, but I love you all.

Guitar Hero III has filled the void in my life, giving me a purpose I have never before experienced. Nevermind the hallucinations brought on by hours of game play. Nevermind the back and shoulder pain caused by hours of holding a fake guitar. I'm sure it's nothing serious. An artist must sacrifice for her craft.

If I can tear myself away from my television long enough to ever have a child, I will consider naming my firstborn after you. Unless, of course, you have some kinda lame Hollywood name like Stone Piper Megawatt Dixon IV.

In a nutshell: There is no better way to achieve world peace than Guitar Hero III. Hallelujah!

Bibliolatry Scale: 1 billion out of 6 stars

Wednesday, January 23, 2008

What would you do?

Via Three Percent, I came across this interesting article regarding Nabokov's last, unfinished work.

Nabokov expressly ordered that this unfinished work be burned. And yet, according to his son, charged with carrying out his father's orders, this last work "would have been a brilliant, original, and potentially totally radical book, in the literary sense very different from the rest of his oeuvre."

I'd never be able to burn it, no matter how much I can understand Nabokov's wishes. I'd set it loose upon the world, errors and inconsistencies be damned.

What would you do?

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Oh, the shame

In "real life," I'm addicted to facebook. Why? For the life of me, I can't tell you. I'm a grown woman, dammit. I have like 10 friends on the stupid thing. And yet...I'm so addicted. Obviously, it was only a matter of time until I set one up for Bibliolatry.

Don't judge me.

Oh, and, while you're at it, feel free to friend me. Everyone knows that virtual friends are the best.

Saturday, January 05, 2008

The First Annual Bibliolatry Awards

I've been dreading a recap of my year's readings, because I knew all the linking would be a pain in the ass. Not surprisingly, it was.

To follow is a list of all the books I've read this year. All links are internal and will take you to my review. At the end of this post, I'll give out some awards.


JANUARY

1. Divided Kingdom, by Rupert Thomson
2. White Apples, by Jonathan Carroll
3. Revenge, by Stephen Fry
4. The Thirteenth Tale, by Diane Setterfield
5. Earth Abides, by George Stewart
6. Freakonomics, by Steven D. Levitt and Stephen J. Dubner


FEBRUARY

7. Fallen, by David Maine
8. Mailman, by J. Robert Lennon
9. Frog King, by Adam Davies
10. Many Lives, Many Masters, by Brian Weiss, M.D.


MARCH

11. H.P. Lovecraft: Tales
12. Fluke, by Christopher Moore
13. Next, by Michael Crichton


APRIL

14. The Historian, by Elizabeth Kostova
15. The Road, by Cormac McCarthy
16. Reading Like a Writer, by Francine Prose
17. The Alchemist, by Paulo Coelho
18. How I Became a Nun, by Cesar Aira
19. The Brief and Frightening Reign of Phil, by George Saunders
20. Bastard out of Carolina, by Dorothy Allison


MAY

21. Remainder, by Tom McCarthy
22. Misfortune, by Wesley Stace
23. New Sudden Fiction, edited by Robert Shapard and James Thomas
24. The Time Traveler's Wife, by Audrey Niffenegger
25. The Marquise of O-- and Other Stories, by Heinrich von Kleist
26. Zodiac, by Robert Graysmith


JUNE

27. Unspun, by Brooks Jackson and Kathleen Hall Jamieson
28. Jude the Obscure, by Thomas Hardy
29. State of Fear, by Michael Crichton
30. The Butterfly Revolution, by William Butler
31. Blood Meridian, by Cormac McCarthy
32. Cosmicomics, by Italo Calvino
33. On the Road, by Jack Kerouac
34. New British Poetry, edited by Don Paterson and Charles Simic
35. The Book of Nightmares, by Galway Kinnell
36. Grendel, by John Gardner
37. The Ghost Writer, by John Harwood
38. The Fortress of Solitude, by Jonathan Lethem
39. The Collector, by John Fowles


JULY

40. Eeeee Eee Eeee, by Tao Lin
41. Northanger Abbey, by Jane Austen
42. Everything's Eventual, by Stephen King
43. Year of Wonders, by Geraldine Brooks
44. Light of Day, by Jamie Saul
45. The Man in the High Castle, by Philip K. Dick
46. The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch, by Philip K. Dick
47. Philosophy in the Boudoir, by Marquis de Sade
48. Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?, by Philip K. Dick
49. Ubik, by Philip K. Dick
50. Hell Hath No Fury: Women's Letters from the End of the Affair, edited by Anna Holmes


AUGUST
51. Klepto, by Jenny Pollack
52. Sharp Objects, by Gillian Flynn
53. Come Closer, by Sara Gran
54. We Need to Talk about Kevin, by Lionel Shriver
55. Bag of Bones, by Stephen King
56. More Than Human, by Theodore Sturgeon
57. The Voice at 3:00 A.M., by Charles Simic


SEPTEMBER

58. The Zombie Survival Guide, by Max Brooks
59. Life Before Man, by Margaret Atwood
60. The Kite Runner, by Khaled Hosseini
61. The Girl Next Door, by Jack Ketchum
62. Samedi the Deafness, by Jesse Ball
63. Men Like Bars, Women Don't Have a Penis, by Iron Balz
64. Who Stole the Funny?, by Robby Benson


OCTOBER

65. Deeper, by Jeff Long
66. A Spot of Bother, by Mark Haddon
67. The Fifth Child, by Doris Lessing
68. The Almost Moon, by Alice Sebold


NOVEMBER

69. The Haunting of Hill House, by Shirley Jackson
70. Atonement, by Ian McEwan
71. The Year of Living Biblically, by A.J. Jacobs
72. The Grass is Singing, by Doris Lessing


DECEMBER

73. Bee Balms & Burgundy, by Nelson Pahl
74. Saturday, by Ian McEwan
75. The Long Walk, by Stephen King
76. The Book of Dave, by Will Self
77. Hell House, by Richard Matheson

So, how'd I do? Well, for one, I'm pissed that I didn't even read more books, but for the record, I've read several more that I simply haven't had the time to review yet. If I count them, I'm at 82. Respectable, sure, but I can do better.

Now for the Bibliolatry Awards. Drumroll, please.


THE BEST
Winner: Atonement, by Ian McEwan
Runner up: The Road, by Cormac McCarthy

THE WORST
Winner: White Apples, by Jonathan Carroll
Winner: State of Fear, by Michael Crichton
Runner up: Fluke, by Christopher Moore

MOST DISAPPOINTING (A.K.A. COULDA BEEN SO MUCH BETTER)
Winner: The Historian, by Elizabeth Kostova
Runner up: The Zombie Survival Guide, by Max Brooks

MOST SURPRISING (IN A GOOD WAY)
Winner: Deeper, by Jeff Long
Winner: The Time Traveler's Wife, by Audrey Niffenegger
Runner up: Misfortune, by Wesley Stace

MOST TERRIFYING
Philosophy in the Boudoir, by Marquis de Sade

PAINFUL BUT AWE INSPIRING
Blood Meridian, by Cormac McCarthy

PAINFUL AND SHITTY
On the Road, by Jack Kerouac

Friday, December 28, 2007

The Many Faces of the Book Scarf

You may remember that I blogged about what not to buy a book lover for Christmas. Although I pride myself on my keen sense of foreshadowing, I never even guessed that this post would result in the best Christmas gift of 2007.

Oh yes. I got a book scarf. In a black bag. Because, you know, death is ahead.

Hm.

Of course, my dear Uncle Chiron didn't expect me to actually wear it. Nevertheless, I am always up for a challenge. Why not? I thought, the wheels in my dingy little brain turning. Perhaps I can learn to love the book scarf and turn it into something that even a fashionista might wear.

With this, I bring you:


THE MANY FACES OF THE BOOK SCARF


I call this first one "Beleaguered Starlet." There she is, ladies and gentlemen, plagued by the paparazzi. Unable to escape, she tries her best at venturing forth incognito. Unfortunately, it is to no avail. At night, she drowns her sorrows in quaaludes and vodka.

Next stop: rehab


This next one is "The J-Lo." Don't let the small ass and pale skin fool you, people: I'm a dead ringer for J-Lo. To quote the diva from the Bronx, "It take hard work to cash checks," and those are words that I live by.


Staying grounded as the amounts roll in


I call this next one "Sultan of Fab." Do sultans even wear turbans? Who does? The only guy who comes to mind is Punjab from Annie, and that's definitely not the look I'm going for here. There is no arguing, however, that this look screams fabulous, so that's what I'm calling it.


Fabulous it is


Finally, we have The Bandit, which might be the most useful out of all of these looks. Here, the book scarf comes in handy for those times in which you need to, say, rob a Barnes and Noble or something. Notice my life-like weapon.

Don't shoot, coppers! It's fake!


And so, you see, the book scarf can be a fashionable thing enjoyed by young and old alike. If it weren't for my dear uncle, I'd never have known the wonders that the book scarf holds.

Thanks, Uncle Chiron.

Monday, December 17, 2007

grumble, grumble

What is it about this time of year that just PISSES ME OFF??

I think it's the people. Sometimes, I just HATE people. Or maybe it's something else. Maybe it's all the emphasis on finding that perfect gift, which I can never seem to do. Maybe it's that sense of good cheer I'm supposed to be feeling at this time of year. Maybe it's the carbs.

Nah, it's probably the people.

Hell, even I'M annoying me. That can't be good.

As a result of this funk, I haven't felt like posting. I've written several reviews in the little copybook I compose in, but I haven't had the energy to type them. I am entirely unable to be at all witty right now.

I do, however, have the energy to read, which I've been doing as usual. After I begin my holiday break (which, thankfully, commences later this week), I'm sure I'll have plenty of alone time that will allow me to lose the annoyance that clings to me like stink on shit.

The following reviews will be up at some point in the near future:

Saturday, by Ian McEwan
Hell House, by Richard Matheson
Poetry 180, and its follow up, both edited by Billy Collins
Fragile Things, by Neil Gaiman, which I should have finished by now but is annoying me, just as everything right now is annoying me.
The Grandmothers, by Doris Lessing (who has also begun to annoy me, which is why I haven't finished this book, either)
American Supernatural Tales, edited by S.T. Joshi

I'm also currently reading the following, so those reviews will be up in the slightly less-near future:

The Book of Dave, by Will Self
The Long Walk, by Stephen King
The Fall of the House of Bush, by Craig Unger

And I have a long list of other books just waiting right behind. So fear not -- I'm not dead, just disgruntled.

Monday, November 26, 2007

Bibliolatrist's Holiday Gift Guide, 2007

With the holiday season here, you might be wondering what to get the book lover in your life. Of course, if you’re reading this site, chances are good that you are the book lover in your life. If that’s the case, simply walk away from the computer after conveniently “forgetting” to close this window. The next person to use the computer will know just want to get you. Problem solved.

If you are looking for that perfect gift for a book lover, look no further. I present to you several fabulous gift ideas for anyone who loves a good book. I’ve even been so kind as to tell you which bookish gifts to avoid. Cheers.

First off, under no circumstances are you to purchase a book for your book lover. And yes, I DID make the accompanying graphic in MS Paint. Why, thank you, my computer skills *are* amazing, aren't they? Oh, please, stop. You're making me blush.

Anyway, although a book might seem like the obvious choice, you are actually walking blindly into the biggest trap of them all. You can never underestimate the voracity of a book lover, and you might very well end up purchasing a book that’s already been read. Or, worse: you might purchase a book by her most-hated author.

Either way, chances are good that you’ll only be forcing your poor book lover to slather on a fake smile and ooze warm wishes of thanks for your thoughtfulness. As if it’s the thought that counts. The only people who truly believe that are the ones who didn’t get stuck with a shitty book. I’m just saying.

(By the way, the ONLY exception to this rule is, obviously enough, if you have been directly instructed to buy a specific book for your book lover. In that case, buy away.)

If, however, you are not lucky enough to be explicitly told which books your book lover would like, then follow these suggestions for some smooth holiday giving. Of course, you could always wuss out and buy a gift certificate to a bookstore, but that's like saying, "I didn't know what to get a crazy book lover like you, you difficult shit!" And considering it's the holidays, it's best not to be insulting.

Without further ado, I bring you the good, the bad, and the ugly in bookish gifts.


THE GOOD

THE BOOKMARK. Look. Allow me to be blunt for a second, ok? It’s nearly impossible to fuck up a bookmark. Even a pill-popping starlet with the mental capacity of my left ass cheek would be able to pull this one off. Bookmarks are always needed and easily misplaced; therefore, having a lot of them is a must. Like shoes, just one won’t cut it. So go ahead and choose one or a dozen for your book-loving friend. I myself am partial to this one.

THE BOOK BAG. Here’s another fairly easy one. Book lovers rarely read one book at a time, so a book tote will always come in handy. Plus, you’ll score extra points if your book lover’s a woman, cause then it’s kinda like a purse, and what woman wouldn’t like another purse, especially if you can put books in it? Yeah yeah, girl power and all that. I’ve linked to a few good ones here, here, and here.

THE BOOKISH T-SHIRT. I debated over where to include this gift; bookish clothing automatically equals bad in my book. There are dozens of bookish t-shirts out there, and many of them are downright lame. However, I do kinda fancy this shirt. So, if you are able to locate a cool book shirt, then fine. Otherwise, stay away.

THE BACK REST. If your book lover's like me, then reading in bed is a favorite pastime. Unfortunately, if you don't keep a mountain of pillows on the bed, neck and back pain quickly follow. The solution? A nice little back rest. This one has a lot of bells and whistles, although less-expensive alternatives can be found with minimal searching.


THE BAD

THE MEAN GIFT. This one is actually kinda funny. You think you’re getting books, but – gotcha! It’s food. Sucker.

THE BOOKISH ACTION FIGURE. A librarian action figure?? For real? As in not a joke? Hm. I see this just collecting dust. Better to dance across a minefield than go this route.


THE UGLY

BOOK CLOTHING. Look, books are for reading. The only possibly acceptable form of wearable books comes in the form of jewelry. But even that's pushing it. In general, follow this rule: books + clothing = ugly. See? Shouldn't be too difficult to remember.

THE BOOK SCARF. This sneaky form of book clothing is so insidious it deserves its own entry. Many think that because scarves do not equal clothes that it is okay to purchase a book scarf as a gift. NO! Although this might seem like a good idea, under no circumstances should you ever purchase such a scarf for anyone. I don’t care if your book lover is eighty years old. NO ONE IS EVER OLD ENOUGH FOR A BOOK SCARF. Book scarves are like a huge neon sign saying DEATH AHEAD. Don’t do it.


And now, shop on. Warm wishes to you all, tra la la la la and all that.

Sunday, November 25, 2007

And now for a brief interlude...

Now just sit back, kiddies, and let me tell you a story about a wee little website with some very humble beginnings.

* * *

Upon first learning that she was to give birth, our mother was nervous indeed, and it's true that many women are less than thrilled to learn they are about to give birth to a website. This mother, however, was not worried about having a website; on the contrary, she had hoped for one and was overjoyed when the doctor confirmed her suspicions (although to be fair many had predicted it, since she was carrying so low).

Her worries, then, were not for herself as mother, but rather for her child. Would anyone visit it? she fretted. What if no one likes it? Quite simply, our young mother worried no one would love her child.

However, first on her list of worries, oddly enough, was the name of her impending website. With this task she had a very difficult time: a single mother, she had no one to help her in this most momentous of tasks. Name after name rattled through her head. She scoffed at them all. Nothing was good enough.

She searched high and low for a name that would best represent her child in the world. The chosen name must be regal, lofty -- and yet it must not be confusing, lest no one remember it. It must be serious, weighty -- and yet a bit of irony was also a must. With this dilemma she occupied a stretch of several minutes.

Finally, she alighted upon the name, and on this very day just two short years ago, Bibliolatry was born.


Since then, Bibliolatry has developed into a bumbling, cheeky toddler. Like any two-year-old, she is irrational and must be watched closely at all times. She can often be found about to stick a finger in a socket or flushing something inappropriate down the commode. She is given to tantrums and flights of fancy, and her likes and dislikes frequently cannot be foretold. Often her poor, harried mother must drown her senses in a bottle of wine after Bibliolatry has fallen asleep.

All the same, our young mother wouldn't change her daughter for the world. Bibliolatry has improved much in these two years; she has grown from a barely articulate newborn into a fairly witty toddler. Mom has changed as well; she is less worried, for one. Her fears that her daughter would not be loved have proven unfounded, for Bibliolatry is not without its admirers.

Our tale draws to a close; it would be wise now to leave our mother and daughter, who are enjoying a rare moment of peace. It's a quiet Sunday evening; having just enjoyed some birthday cake, mother reads aloud to her daughter. We cannot tell whether Bibliolatry will like what she hears; one can never tell until the last page has been read. But until that time, our young mother is guaranteed a moment of peace. Let's leave them there, reading tranquilly by the fire. Such peace, we know, cannot last.

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Well, hello, Bibliolatrist. Welcome to 2007.

It seems I've just discovered the podcast. Sure, I've heard about podcasts before, but I never actually listened to one. More importantly, I've just learned that there are podcasts about books. Egads, what an idea. (Yes, yes, I'm behind the times, whatever.)

Anyway, like a kid in a candy store, I subscribed to as many as I could find, and I have to say I'm enjoying them all. I don't know how to link to them from here, but if you enter the title in iTunes (or whatever it is you use), you should probably find it easily enough.

Enjoy!


  • Garrison Keillor's The Writer's Almanac
  • Sam Tanenhaus of The New York Times (Book Reviews)
  • The Classic Tales Podcast
  • The New Yorker Fiction
  • iTunes: Meet the Author
  • Hall of Mirrors: Tales of Horror and the Grotesque
  • KQED: The Writers' Block
  • NPR: Book Tour
  • PRI: Selected Shorts
  • SciFi Surplus
  • The Washington Post Book World Podcast
  • BBC World Book Club


If you know of any other interesting podcasts that I haven't listed here, please suggest them in the comments. Thanks!

Monday, November 19, 2007

Wasting away the moments that make up a dull day

Here's a blogging meme I stole from Dewey. I should have another review posted tomorrow on The Grass is Singing, another Doris Lessing novel.

1. Do you remember learning to read? How old were you?
According to my grandmother, I learned to read at two. I can’t help but think she’s exaggerating, though. Perhaps she just means that I would read back the stories that she read to me. If she is correct, I’m a genius and I should be elected next ruler of the world. That is all.

2. What do you find most challenging to read?
I don't so much find anything in particular challenging to read; I do, however, find it challenging to read after a long day or when I'm tired. It's right to sleep if I do.

3. What are your library habits?
If by “library habits” you mean “shopping habits,” then I spend way too much on books. I always say I’m going to visit the library, but I really need to own my books. It's kinda like a fetish. I have a hard time letting go of them as well, something I have to do every so often in order to save space.

4. Have your library habits changed since you were younger?
Yes. When I was younger, I visited the library. Now I don’t.

5. How has blogging changed your reading life?
It’s kept me writing, which is the most important aspect of blogging to me, especially since I’m no longer a student so I don’t have the pressure to write like I used to have. It’s also a great way to remember what I’ve read, and I’ve “met” a lot of really great people through my blog. It also helps me decide which books to read next. I also read differently, since I’m always reading with a review in mind.

6. What percentage of your books do you get from: New book stores, second hand book stores, the library, online exchange sites, online retailers, other?
Online retailers, probably 95%. The rest would be from new bookstores.

7. How often do you read a book and NOT review it in your blog? What are your reasons for not blogging about books?
Hardly ever. I don’t review cookbooks, and I don’t review books that I’m teaching.

8. What are your pet peeves about ways people abuse books? Dogearing pages? Reading in the bath?
When people use my book as a coaster. (Yes, this has been known to happen.) Or when people bend the spine. Or the pages. Or the cover. Basically, if you touch my book, I hate you.

9. Do you ever read for pleasure at work?
All the time. That’s one of the perks of my job.

10. When you give people books as gifts, how do you decide what to give them?
It depends, really. I try to match a book to their interests, obviously. Generally I avoid the book gift, since I don’t want to be the “oh, look, the English teacher got me a book for a present” person.