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Back, busy, etc. A couple of links for now…

Roger Sutton is funny when he’s cranky:

I just picked up Katherine Applegate’s Beach Blondes: A Summer Novel (Simon Pulse) and boy are my arms tired. This sucker is 721 paperback pages long, and first in a series to boot. I’m guessing it’s so fat for some strategic marketing reason, or perhaps I just haven’t yet gotten to the chapter "This Is Summer Speaking," in which the heroine stops the motor of the world in order to expound for fifty-seven pages on the virtues of Vera Bradley bags.

Seriously, what is it with the Vera Bradley thing? I don’t get it.

And Ben Rosenbaum* waxes smart on schedulizing:

One thing related to that: there are many sub-agencies in my consciousness. Some want to lie on the couch. Some want to write fiction for the fun of it, others in order to be praised. Some want to go hang out with friends. Others want to be left the fsck alone. My task, I have found, is not to impose the will of the more "good, productive, noble" ones on the slacker ones, but rather to broker a compromise so that they are not constantly sabotaging each other. I find this actually increases even traditionally-measured productivity. If I try to only ever write, I find myself cheating on writing time in order to read and play. If I make it my goal to have time to write, to read, and to play, the agencies tend to respect each other much more.

Well said.

*Whose forthcoming collection is hotly anticipated–is this the year of the awesome short story collection or what**?

**Plus, Maureen’s awesome-tastic collection Mothers and Other Monsters is now available for download!

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  • Karen Joy Fowler’s latest, Wit’s End, gets some love from Faye Jones at the Nashville Scene: "Wit’s End may not have the built-in audience that The Jane Austen Book Club did, but it’s the kind of novel that Austen herself just might have enjoyed." I adored it too, and will be devoting a post to it here very soon. (I do have a mini-review over in the Read Read sidebar already though.)
  • Quantum mechanics and Super Mario. (Apologies, but I can’t remember where I first spotted this link.)
  • John and Hank Green have created a new toy: Visit the Omnictionary to play.
  • My old pal Michaelangelo Matos reviews Galaxie 500/Luna frontman Dean Wareham’s new memoir, Black Postcards: A Rock and Roll Romance, for the Baltimore City Paper: "But Black Postcards is notably hard-nosed even for what is lately a crowded field, the ’90s alt-rock musician memoir. With it, Wareham joins the ranks of Petal Pusher, by Laurie Lindeen of Minneapolis rockers Zuzu’s Petals; Everything I’m Cracked Up to Be, by Boston singer/songwriter Jen Trynin; and Semisonic drummer Jacob Slichter’s So You Wanna Be a Rock and Roll Star. And just as Luna towered over the other authors’ bands, Wareham’s book is the best of this crop." Must get. Michaelangelo and I originally met and bonded over our shared Luna love. If he likes it, it’s worth reading.
  • Maud defends big ideas in fiction. I couldn’t agree more. This is one of the reasons I love children’s literature and YA (especially the SF).
  • CAAF says it all about the welcome cancellation of The Return of Jezebel James. Miss Guided, still rocking. Last night, there was even a Breakfast Club homage.
  • Finally: MAS is such an art star. Check out the digital version of her currently-showing, kick-ass, graduating exhibition. The Jersey Shore images will get obsessively stuck in your brain. Trust me. The landscapes are also completely awesome, and the sex offender compositions disturbing. I only wish you could all see them as MAS intended.

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  • This snippet of (typically excellent critic) Ron Charles’ review of Tony Earley’s The Blue Star, a follow-up to Jim the Boy, triggered my spit-take reflex: At the time, I remember consulting with several reviewers around the country about how to categorize Jim the Boy. The problem concerned us because we cared so much. Was it a YA book? The juvenile jacket cover — retained, unfortunately, for this sequel — seemed aimed at middle-schoolers, but we worried about scaring off adult readers with that label, and we suspected it was too slow for teens anyhow (no rape, school shooting or bone cancer — the unholy trinity of YA lit). Wow, what an outdated view of realistic YA based seemingly on the idea of the "problem novel." Hey, reviewers, why not just review the book at hand instead of offering aside commentary on a genre you aren’t overly familiar with? And if you do offer up said views, why not couch them in less condescending terms? Just a thought.
  • Lois Lowry rocks.
  • The Millions has the relevant links involving the most controversial round of this year’s Tourney of Books so far. Whether you consider the booth commentary on Mark’s decision appropriate or inappropriate, it’s tough to deny that it provides enough fodder for several interesting discussions.
  • Weep not for the LBC. (It’s been gone for a few months now, and no one even really noticed. A worthy effort dead of several causes, mostly lack of participation. The next generation efforts are where it’s at now.)

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