Category Archives: Books

Like the Dickens

While I was on a business trip in London a few years ago, a surprise snow blanketed the city.  A colleague, looking out the window of our hotel room at the falling snow, quipped:

“It’s so Dickensian!”

And we had our catchphrase.

It did feel like we had stepped back in time, into one of the classic novels we had all read in school.  The snow didn’t last, but the memory of that brief interlude has to this day.

Stateside in 2012, ‘Dickensian’ has an entirely different vibe.

StrangeBeautiful just launched their Dickensian Edition of nail colors, which is roughly 10 different shades…of black.

(Only true New Yorkers can discern the difference.)

Creator Jane Schub said her interpretation of Dickens for the collection was inspired by photography, literature, art, coal and broken shale.

Geez, Jane — did you even read the novels?

They have happy endings.

From page to screen

I can’t believe it.

I’m actually excited about the premiere of The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo.

After slogging through that relentless tome of a book, believe you me, it’s nothing short of a miracle.

Several factors have come together to make me want to be one of the first folks in the theater.

1.  Whereas most books are better than their on-screen interpretations, the Tattoo movie can’t miss.  The English translation of Stieg Larsson’s bestseller was front-loaded with the most mind-numbing tedium imaginable before getting to the action that propelled readers through the rest of the book.  Stieg even found a way to make the ending slow.

Based on director David Fincher’s reputation and the killer trailers I’ve seen to date, I think it’s safe to say he hasn’t adopted the author’s penchant for pokey pacing.

I’m also psyched to hear Tattoo’s musical score is the work of Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross, who penned the brilliant, Oscar-winning score for The Social Network.  In fact, the score for The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo has already been nominated for a Golden Globe Award.

Of course, Tattoo has a great cast.  And I’ve already mentioned the intense trailers.  Some critics have even applauded the film for sticking closer to the book’s original plot line than the Swedish version did.

Closer to the book?  I don’t want to know!

Feeling bookish

Facebook — a waste of time?

Maybe…but what an educational one!

While checking this morning’s newsfeed, I noticed a friend had shared a photo of street art in Mexico. Clicking on it for a better look took me to the Street Art Utopia community page, where I discovered the photo below of De Batavier in Lootstraat, Amsterdam.


 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

De Batavier is a facade of books designed by artist Sanja Medic, ceramist P. Kemink and graphic designers Melle Hammer and Susanne Laws. The facade contains 250 ceramic books, the spines of which contain the names of actual works from 18th and 19th century Dutch writers and poets.

The installment was commissioned by Dutch housing organization De Alliantie and HVDN Architects.

I had never seen or heard of this building before today’s random search, but as a book lover, it really speaks to me.  And if I hadn’t been goofing around on Facebook, I’m not sure I would have ever heard of it.

Let’s hear it for wasting time!

Chewed

When you look at these faces, what do you see?

Some might think trash ready for the garbage bin.

If you have a dog,  you see much loved friends.  Heck, you probably have some pretty similar toys lying around the house.  That one stuffed animal (that’s really not ‘stuffed’ anymore) that your dog prefers over all the new ones you buy.

For my dog Rory, it’s Bear.  I gave Bear to Rory on the day I brought him home almost 13 years ago.  (He was a panda bear with a face and ears back then.) I’ve bought countless new toys over the years, but Rory has always loved Bear more…wanted to play with Bear first.  I just kept stitching him up and shoving in more cotton.

Now he’s more ‘panda ball’ than panda bear.

Arne Svenson and Ron Warren have put together a collection about toys just like Bear — with far superior photography –  in their book ChewedSome great writers have contributed stories, too.

It lets folks with a puppy know what to expect, and gives a nod to the senior dog and his ‘best friend.’

Picture perfect.

Look down

For your Sunday morning edification and delight, here’s some Japanese street art:

Those are manhole covers, by the way — manhole covers in Japan.

Here’s what manhole covers in the United States — and one from England — look like:

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Making the utilitarian beautiful: Japan 1, United States 0.

To see more Japanese street art, check out the book Drainspotting on Amazon.com.

A good read

The fifth sentence from page 56.

That’s how folks are honoring National Book Week on Facebook — grabbing the book closest at hand and posting that random phrase.

I thought I would go one step further and talk up one of my favorite books.  Not my ‘desert island book’ — A Prayer for Owen Meany, which I have lauded here before — but a book by Mario Puzo that did not achieve the commercial success of the Godfather saga.

I have read and re-read The Fourth K countless times since its 1990 publication.  Although it was a commercial failure, Puzo called it his “most ambitious novel.”  I would argue it is his most imaginative.

The novel follows the Presidency of Francis Xavier Kennedy, the fictional nephew of John F. Kennedy, Robert Kennedy and Ted Kennedy. On an Easter Sunday at the end of his first term of office, the Pope is assassinated and Kennedy’s daughter is taken hostage and murdered.  Soon after, a nuclear device is discovered in midtown Manhattan.

The crises have a fundamental effect on the President’s approach to governing, and impact his decision to seek re-election.  But many question his ability to lead after his daughter’s death and attempt to invoke the 25th Amendment.

It’s an exciting, edge-of-your-seat read, and I think it would make an incredible film.

But it’s National Book Week, so I’ll say it — the book would be better.

Bookish

JK Rowling, you witch.

When you launched pottermore.com last week, you had to know what Muggles everywhere were thinking.

Pottermore?  Pottermore??  JK Rowling is going to write a new Harry Potter book, we immediately surmised.

You’ve said more than once, JK, that you might not be finished with Harry and the gang.

But what did you announce instead?  E-books for everyone…of the existing Harry Potter saga.

Where’s the magic in that?

Sure, you’ve promised additional materials that will only be found in the e-books.  That’s all well and good.  We’ll enjoy that, of course.

But knowingly dangling the possibility of more Potter books in front of a rabid public?  You should be ashamed of yourself.  I demand an apology — a written one, in fact.

In the form of an eighth novel.

Committed

Can you imagine being in prison?

I don’t like to think about it. Wrenched away from my dog, my home, my family and friends, my job — all sense of self gone.

But reading Orange is the New Black, by Piper Kerman, that’s exactly what I find myself doing.

In 1993, bored and lacking direction after graduating from Smith College, Kerman befriends a woman who is part of an overseas drug smuggling operation and travels for a year with her and her associates.

Five years later, federal agents appear at her door in New York City. Some 10 years after her ‘crimes by association,’ Kerman finds herself an inmate at Danbury Correctional Institute in Connecticut.

Orange is the New Black is the story of Kerman’s thirteen months in prison.  I started it yesterday; I’ve found it difficult to put down.

Her life there surprised me on many levels.  It was safer than I expected — she wasn’t attacked by every lesbian in the joint — and far more boring.  She seemed to have a lot of free time and spent it running track and taking yoga classes.

Although she was cautioned to ‘keep to herself to survive,’ she made numerous connections and friendships in prison that made her life at Danbury easier to endure.  Those women are the heart of the book.

Kerman emphasizes that the isolation from her fiancee and family was the real prison.  Danbury had four visitation days a week, and she was lucky to have a steady stream of visitors to see her through her incarceration.

Funny thing:  the wrong friends got her into prison, and the right friends — on both sides of the bars — got her through.

Hot airs

The novel Gone with the Wind turns 75 this month.

Have you read it?  Tragically, I have not.

My knowledge of the trials and tribulations of Scarlett O’Hara and Tara and Rhett Butler and Melody and Ashley and the whole hee haw gang was not gleaned from Margaret Mitchell’s classic novel.

I know there are purists among you who are shaking your heads right now.  I meant to read it — I really did — and goodness knows I’ve had plenty of time.

It’s not like I enjoyed the movie version of this Civil War tale instead.  I’ve seen snippets of the 1939 film, but I’ve never made it through the entire thing in one sitting.  It’s just so long…and the acting so stylized.

There now, I’ve offended a whole new group.

No, my affection for this Southern classic lies in the TV version — the parody that appeared on The Carol Burnett Show entitled “Went with the Wind.”

Critics agree it is one of the greatest comedy skits of all time.  Enjoy!

One day more

Happy Birthday, Jean Valjean.

Not the character in Victor Hugo’s novel Les Miserables — the Jean Valjean that I have most often seen on stage, actor Colm Wilkinson.

He turns 67 today.

Colm originated the role of Jean Valjean in London’s West End and again on Broadway.

When the show transferred to New York City in 1987, Actors’ Equity wouldn’t allow Wilkinson to play the role because he wasn’t American.  So producer Cameron Mackintosh refused to open the show.

Luckily for all of us, Actors’ Equity quickly changed their minds.

Les Mis is one of the reasons I love Broadway today. I’ve seen the show an unprecedented 13 times, most recently a couple of years ago at an anniversary performance here in New York City.

The theatre was smaller, and the show scaled down from its original glory.  But the story was just as moving, the music still thrilled.  And as I sang each word, albeit under my breath…

I could hear Colm Wilkinson singing.

God on high
Hear my prayer
In my need
You have always been there

He is young
He’s afraid
Let him rest
Heaven blessed.
Bring him home
Bring him home
Bring him home.