Here’s a book I’m giving this holiday season. I’ve not yet read it; which means I had to wrap it to avoid giving a used book–if you know what I mean and I think that you do.
You may recall, last Friday I said you could expect a book review this week. I then proceeded to write one measly post–and it was not a review. Major fail. I’m sure to get my act together one of these days. You may not want to hold your breath for it happening this year, but you just never know. We are entering the season of miracles, and all that.
In other bookish news . . .
Eleanor Catton, winner of the 2013 Man Booker prize, finds the attention a bit disconcerting. She’s having anxiety-riddled dreams wherein readers harass her at literary festivals, saying things like, ‘You do realize that you didn’t write this book, don’t you?’
Hopefully James McBride does not suffer the same fate after winning the National Book Award for fiction for The Good Lord Bird (have you read that one, yet? It’s on my list. I’ve loved the work of James McBride ever since reading The Color of Water).
You may have heard the hullabaloo over BuzzFeed’s new books editor, Isaac FitzgeraldSeems, who announced they would not partake in negative book reviews. Maria Bustillos, in ‘Much Ado About Niceness,‘ offers her take in The New Yorker. What about you? Personally, it seems the job of the critic to highlight the good, the bad, and the ugly.
As if the poor writing were not enough, two Belgium University Professors tested a library copy of Fifty Shades of Grey and found traces of herpes. So wrong, on so many levels . . .
And since we can’t possibly end on that note, don’t forget to check out Powell’s ‘What I’m Giving’ series, where they ask writers they admire to share a book they’re giving to their friends and family this holiday season.