I’m giving away Kitchen Confidential for World Book Night 2014!
One book. Two readers. A world of mystery, menace, and desire.
A young woman picks up a book left behind by a stranger. Inside it are his margin notes, which reveal a reader entranced by the story and by its mysterious author. She responds with notes of her own, leaving the book for the stranger, and so begins an unlikely conversation that plunges them both into the unknown.
The book: Ship of Theseus, the final novel by a prolific but enigmatic writer named V.M. Straka, in which a man with no past is shanghaied onto a strange ship with a monstrous crew and launched onto a disorienting and perilous journey.
The writer: Straka, the incendiary and secretive subject of one of the world’s greatest mysteries, a revolutionary about whom the world knows nothing apart from the words he wrote and the rumors that swirl around him.
The readers: Jennifer and Eric, a college senior and a disgraced grad student, both facing crucial decisions about who they are, who they might become, and how much they’re willing to trust another person with their passions, hurts, and fears.
S., conceived by filmmaker J. J. Abrams and written by award-winning novelist Doug Dorst, is the chronicle of two readers finding each other in the margins of a book and enmeshing themselves in a deadly struggle between forces they don’t understand, and it is also Abrams and Dorst’s love letter to the written word.
Park admission fees are waived for anyone who presents a valid library card, a book checked out from the library or donates a new or used, family-friendly book at any state park.
A fun question Powell’s asked author Gail Carriger. Have you? The first one that comes to mind for me is when I went up to New York to see St. John the Divine. I’m a massive Madeline L’Engle fan, and many of her books are set on the close.
Here is a revolver.
It has an amazing language all its own.
It delivers unmistakable ultimatums.
It is the last word.
A simple, little human forefinger can tell a terrible story with it.
Hunger, fear, revenge, robbery hide behind it.
It is the claw of the jungle made quick and powerful.
It is the club of the savage turned to magnificent precision.
It is more rapid than any judge or court of law.
It is less subtle and treacherous than any one lawyer or ten.
When it has spoken, the case can not be appealed to the supreme court, nor any mandamus nor any injunction nor any stay of execution in and interfere with the original purpose.
And nothing in human philosophy persists more strangely than the old belief that God is always on the side of those who have the most revolvers.
Yesterday Lev Grossman sent out an email updating everyone on the possibility of a Magicians television show (he’s still working on it), what he’s done in the last 9 months that haven’t involved writing fiction (he became a dad again, worked at his day job, and met John Green, among others), and the status of Magician’s Land. According to him the contract for the book is in the works and a decent chunk is already written. He closed with the following:
p.s. Just because I can, here are the first few paragraphs of Chapter 4, which is from Eliot’s point of view, and which features a character who is in all but name, Strong Belwas from A Song of Ice and Fire:
The Lorian champion was a squat fellow, practically as wide as he was tall, and apparently of some slightly different ethnic background than most of his compatriots. The Lorians were Vikings, basically, Thor types: tall, long blond hair, big chins, big chests, big beards. But this character came in at about 5 foot 6, Eliot would have said, with a shaved head and a fat Buddha face and a significant admixture of some Asiatic DNA. He was stripped to the waist even though it was about 45 degrees out, and his latte-colored skin was oiled all over. Or maybe he was just really sweaty.
He had a gut hanging over his waistband, but he was still a pretty scary-looking mofo. He had a huge saddle of muscle across his upper back, and his biceps were like thighs, practically, and there must have been some muscle in there, just by volume, even if they did look kind of chubby. It wasn’t a flabby gut, either; even his fat looked hard. And his weapon was weird-looking enough — it was a pole with a big curvy cross of sharp metal on the end—that you just knew he could do something really outlandishly dangerous with it.
The Lorian army went nuts for him when he stepped forward. They bashed their swords into their shields and looked at each other as if to say: yes, he may look a little funny, but our fellow is definitely going to kill the other fellows’ fellow, so three cheers for him, by Crom or whoever it is we worship. It almost made you like them.
Almost. But there was no chance that he was actually going to kill the Fillorian champion, Eliot’s champion. Because Eliot’s champion was Eliot.
That is the title of this book. I cannot stop laughing.
O is for OYSTERS
Anton Chekhov was a fan of oysters. Coincidentally, when Chekov died, his coffin was transported in a freight car with ‘OYSTERS’ in large letters on its side. Walt Whitman, also an oyster lover, often ate them for breakfast. When friend John Burroughs told the poet he ate “too much blood and fat,” he went on to recommend that oysters be dropped from Whitman’s morning menu.
Alternately, Isak Dinesen lost weight with the following diet: oysters and grapes, washed down with champagne.
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Fun fact: My entire extended family goes to St. Augustine for a week every summer, and a few years back we rented the house that Majorie Kinnan Rawlings bought with her Pulitzer Prize money.
It’s a gorgeous funky old beach house with all of the Cross Creek pots and pans on the walls and a wonderful book collection. Outside of the house, on the North end especially, is an absurd amount of oyster shells. Apparently she liked to have friends over to eat oysters and drink, and they would throw the shells and empty liquor bottles over the edge of the porch.
We did it, you guys! ‘Burg Books is officially a recipient of the first Awesome St. Pete grant! We’ll be teaming up with Community Writing Spaces to bring you more awesome than you’ll know how to handle.
Holy shit tonight was amazing. Thanks again to everyone, especially the trustees of Awesome St. Pete. I cannot wait to get this project off the ground.