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>I'm enjoying the juicy exposes of James Frey and JT Leroy, despite not having read a word by either. (Running with Scissors is my sole acquaintanceship with the sordid memoir genre, and I didn't believe it for a minute.) Anyone else here old enough to remember Alleen Nilsen's "The House...
>Subscribers should have the January/February issue of the Magazine by the end of this week; as usual, we've posted selected articles on our website. I thought the blog-reading kind of people might find illustrator Jean Gralley's article, "Liftoff: When Books Leave the Page," of particular interest, and the online version...
>Back last night from New York; no sooner were we in the door when the dog started pestering me for his own book deal. Actually, Buster will be more than sufficiently happy when his rambunctious cousin Boomer finally goes home this week to his own daddies after a month's visit.New...
>So after a fabulous trip on the Limoliner, Richard and I are looking at the glamorous Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree from Elizabeth's office. We are here for my Christmas present, seeing Souvenir, Sweeney Todd, and Doubt, tickets courtesy of Richard, and accommodations courtesy of Elizabeth's sparest spare room. See you...
>The Bulletin of the Center for Children's Books, headed by the formidably (forbiddingly?) intelligent Deborah Stevenson, has released its best-of-the-year list, Bulletin Blue Ribbons. It's a good list, but the inclusion of William Bee's Whatever does cause me to recall Dame Nellie Melba's remark about upstart soprano Frances Alda: "In...
>Loosely adapted from Mabel Collins' theosophist Light on the Path and painted onto the rafters by Eugene O'Neill in 1918, the sentiments, one to a rafter, read:Before the eyes can see, they must be incapable of tears!Before the ear can hear, it must have lost its sensitiveness!Before the voice can...
>. . . are more or less complete, but as any reader knows, temptation lurks until the door is closed. Richard is all set with his Christmas book (the new Scott Turow) and his Hanukkah book (Schickel's bio of Elia Kazan). I'm bringing Colm Toibin's The Master, Paris Requiem by...
>I'm bumping up this comment from a previous discussion because I think it brings up questions we can all usefully ponder. The mysterious shewhousually doesn'tdothistypeofthing wrote: Suppose someone took it into her head to rank the dying and give awards for best last days or near to last days based...
>Caitlin Flanagan has a piece on P. L. Travers in the recent New Yorker, found (for the moment, anyway) online here. Although I have doubts about nannies "as a force in American life," a premise than can resound only in the Conde Nast building and the women's pages of Salon.com,...
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