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SF is Mighty (2 other things)

So, Liz Scheier won the Hotties of Publishing Contest Women’s Division at GalleyCat. The terrorists have been defeated and Baby Jesus is eating an ice cream cone.

I also forgot to point to the front page-featured review by Dave Itzkoff of the Tiptree biography from this week’s NYTBR. Ron at GalleyCat offers some reasons he believes the Review would deign to cover such a title prominently. I think it’s simpler than that — a mix of early buzz and smart work by St. Martin’s. (They have done a GREAT job of getting this book covered seriously all over the place.) But this is a happy-making development no matter what the reason.

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Talk to the Hand

HottiescheierI have it on good authority that a vote for NAL/Roc editor Liz Scheier in the Women’s Division Hottie of Publishing competition over at Galleycat will both keep the terrorists from winning and stop baby Jesus from crying. (Thanks, Colleen!)

You know what to do!

p.s. In the Men’s Division, I went for Michael Stearns.

p.p.s. I know some people are offended by the whole idea of this competition, but I think it’s all in good fun.

p.p.p.s. Jeff Ford wants to be a write-in candidate.

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Delicious Words

HeatI’ve been reading Bill Buford’s Heat: An Amateur’s Adventures as Kitchen Slave, Line Cook, Pasta-Maker, and Apprentice to a Dante-Quoting Butcher in Tuscany, a hilarious and insightful chronicle of his taking a position as Mario Batali’s kitchen slave.

Buford, of course, was fiction editor at The New Yorker for eight years and the founding editor of Granta. I just can’t tell you how much I’m loving this book. Batali is such a larger-than-life character and the humorous acidity Buford employs is a perfect (and affectionate) counterpoint. I find myself wanting to read every paragraph out loud to Christopher (which I’m sure is annoying, when he’s trying to read himself).

You can read a review and excerpt here (and hear audio of Buford reading it). And a tip of the hat to The Wednesday Chef for being the first place I heard about this one.

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Senior Year Rock

It’s the senior year quiz, via E. Lockhart, via Eric Luper.

1. Who was your best friend?
Satan. (Or at least, that’s how I refer to her now.)

2. What sports did you play?
I was a quitter senior year, but before that I was a cheerleader (& before that it was basketball and dance team). Gasp. Does academic team count as a sport? 

3. What kind of car did you drive?:
Some year maroon Grand Prix.

4. It’s Friday night, where were you?:
Probably in a parking lot, hanging out. Or driving around in circles. Possibly at the movies.

5. Were you a party animal?:
I can’t tell a lie: pretty much.

6. Were you considered a flirt?
I don’t think so.

7. Ever skip school?
Oh my, yes.

9. Were you a nerd?
I’m always a nerd, but in this sense probably not. I was more of an oddball.

10. Ever get suspended/expelled?
No — but I did do some time in detention. Since my mom was principal, this gave everyone great glee, the calling out of my name over the loudspeaker those mornings. I remember being in it once for cutting and there was this kid named Duke who had a boombox (which he couldn’t play in detention, natch) and the smelliest feet on Earth. Detention was presided over by our lecherous, idiot gym teacher, which upped the creep factor. The upside to detention was that I had chosen the classical music they played to torture its inhabitants, so I was less miserable than others.

11. Can you sing the Alma mater?
Not anymore.

12. Who was your favorite teacher?:
Billy Roy Farmer. English.

13. Favorite class?
AP English.

14. What was your school’s full name?:
Jackson County High School.

15. School mascot?:
The Generals, baby!

16. Did you go to Prom?
Yes, with Satan and six of our guy friends, most of who dumped their chicks so we could just do the fun group thing. This went over really well.

17. If you could go back and do it over, would you?
You know, never. But, that said, I grew up in a super-small town and always felt like those years were kind of free, in the sense that I knew the situation of high school utterly sucked. So I was into elaborate pranks and hijinks and entertaining myself. It could have been worse. But, no, I’d never volunteer to go back.

18. What do you remember most about graduation?
I read a poem I wrote for my friend Jamie, who died when we were sixteen. I remember her mom hugging me after the ceremony. (And after that, the only other clear thing is the after party, which got way dramatique.)

19. Favorite memory of your Senior Year?
The thing I remember most is driving into the parking lot every morning the last month blasting REM’s "It’s the End of the World As We Know It," and singing along.

20. Were you ever posted up on the senior wall?:
The senior wall? We didn’t have that. We had "the doors" — which were the gym doors — but we basically just stood next to them on days when we felt cool.

21. Did you have a job?
Nope.

22. Whom did you date?
Nobody, mostly.

23. Where did you go most often for lunch?:
The cafeteria, home of The Great Cracker Controversy. (This involved the salad bar, not race.)

24. Have you gained weight since then?
Thank god, yes. I was way too fit back then; all that sports.

25. What did you do after graduation?
Got a boyfriend. Went to college.

26. Who was your crush?
I can’t remember. Isn’t that sad? The pickings were slim.

27. When did you graduate?
1994. Oh yeah.

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