Books I’m Excited About: “Bloodangel” By Justine Musk

Bloodangel


Title:
Bloodangel


Author:
Justine Musk


Relationship:
Justine was a student of mine in the Book Promotion 101 workshop last January in Los Angeles. We’ve since become friends and, although I missed the launch of her book because I was wrapped up in the waning weeks of Bookmark Now touring, I’m still eager to give it a look. And to recommend it to you. I’m not much of a horror reader myself but knowing Justine, she seems to have a foot in several worlds, which is what I’d be looking for in a book like this.


Synopsis:
Charismatic rock n roll singer’s voice is summoning disciples from across the land. Just in time for the end of the world.


Acquired:
Haven’t yet. Will soon. This weekend is the 30th anniversary book sale at A Clean Well Lighted Place for Books.

Addendums:

*Justine Musk’s Blog

*Musk’s letter to readers at Author Buzz

Read Recently: “An Invisible Sign of My Own” by Aimee Bender

Invisblesign

Title: An Invisible Sign of My Own

Author: Aimee Bender

Backstory: After buying 58 books at the San Francisco Library’s Annual Sale, I needed to make sure I read deeper in the bibliographies of authors I admired. I loved Aimee’s first collection of short stories, The Girl in the Flammable Skirt and had picked up Invisible, a novel, nearly a year ago. Plus, with my book collection being added to Library Thing by the day, it’s easy now, via tags, to determine whether my last few reads were by a new author, old favorites like Aimee, a female/left handed/Iowian-who-writes-in-the-second-person or otherwise.

Notes: Superstituous math teacher falls for a colleague, worries about her father’s death (because he’s turning 51, a number with, eh, only prime factors?) and gets second graders to make numbers out of everyday objects. Which is how an ax (which looks like a 7) ends up hanging on the classroom wall.

Verdict: I know Aimee and find her one of the sweetest, nicest people around. Which makes her books all the more delicious because they reveal a pervert, or at least a very dark imagination lying in wait. In her first book, a librarian had sex with every male patron who came by her desk and another woman’s crush on a hunchback evaporates when she discovers the hump is fake. This is freaky stuff, set firmly in our workaday world, which reminds me of the little Jorge Louis Borges I have read. I’d be alright calling Aimee Bender “The Borges of North Hollywood” and await correction from someone who has read more of the Argentine master than me.

…Sign has many of the characteristics I admire about Aimee’s work–a tilted take on the mundane, characters aware of but struggling with their eccentricities and a savantlike fascination with unconventional methods of organizing existence. In this case, our protagonist Mona Gray counts everything and believes that numbers and their divine orderings are perfectly reasonable rules to live by. She’s also gifted at just about everything she tries but likes to quiting more than succeeding.

It all sounds like jollly good fun and, for the most part, it is. I wish though, Mona’s obsessions had been minded for either more comic or emotional ore. Thing about reading about an obsession is in can’t be written like one or it becomes repetitive. So maybe Mona needed a friend, a hurricane, a turnip addiction, something to kick the character around a little. As is, she plays fine as a long short story but as a whole novel, gets a bit long in the tooth.

Worth reading? Still, yes. Start with …Skirt, skip around a little in this one, then dive headlong into Aimee Bender’s new short story collection Willful Creatures. I didn’t like this book as much has her first, but she’s never dull.

Followup:

Aimee Bender’s Official Site

Interview at Powells.

Women will Save Reading:

So novelist Ian McEwan and his son decided to throw a bunch of books on a cart and peddle it through London giving away books. For free. In five minutes, he managed to give away 30 novels, nearly all to women. The men who approached his cart did so with suspicion. Only one bit and took a book. Mr. McEwan concluded in this article that “when women stop reading, the novel will be dead.”

Okay, I can think of a few possible reasons for this disparity.

1) Are men naturally more suspicious of strangers giving stuff away than women?

2) Do men not like to carry stuff around with them when rushing from one place to the next?

3) Is Ian McEwan a scary looking fellow?

4) Are men simply not interested in books?

I’m only going to address #4 by saying, dudes, wtf? I’ve been hearing in more than a few places that men don’t read. Organizations like Guys Read are in place to combat this problem in childhood and throw out the following reasons why the problem exists:

•Biologically, boys are slower to develop than girls and often struggle with reading and writing skills early on.

•The action-oriented, competitive learning style of many boys works against them learning to read and write

•Many books boys are asked to read don’t appeal to them. They aren’t motivated to want to read.
•As a society, we teach boys to suppress feelings. Boys aren’t practiced and often don’t feel comfortable exploring the emotions and feelings found in fiction.
•Boys don’t have enough positive male role models for literacy. Because the majority of adults involved in kids’ reading are women, boys might not see reading as a masculine activity.

I can see how a few of these play out. A lot of men I talk to don’t read fiction because they equate reading with learning and they don’t “learn anything” by reading fiction. They don’t apply the same standard to television, movies or music which strikes me as a big PR problem for books. Second, reading, being an intimate, vulnerable activity, the human tendacny seems to be to read what confirms rather than challenges one’s sense of identity. Which may explain, in only the most general way, why reading is a much more gendered activity than say, music listening. Few women I know read military fiction. Many women I know listen to Snoop Dogg and his “bitches and hoes” flow.

Third, men seem to assoicate reading with work, with labor instead of a relaxation activity. Which I simply don’t get.

What are your thoughts (via Arts Journal)?

Home Libraries:

So I too went ape poopey when Delicious Library came out last year, thinking at the very least it would be a fun, addictive way to develop a digital database for my book collection. Trouble is, that’s about it’s good for. You scan your books in, Delicious Library makes then look all pretty and they just sit there.

When Steve Rhodes tipped my off about Library Thing a few weeks ago, I didn’t pay much attention. I wasn’t that interested in rescanning my whole library just so I could have them on a web-based system instead of sitting on my hard drive. But the other day, I was in my converted closet of a library trying to remember what novel I had bought 10 years ago was a little like The Moviegoer but wasn’t exactly The Moviegoer and but was in some anthology with another Walker Percy something and then it hit me.

Tags. If I could search my library using the tags “anthology, moviegoer, film” I could see how my books related to one another. Which is what I was missing and what Delicious Library is as well.

So long DL. It was nice sort of knowing you.

Read Recently: Beware of God

Bewareofgod

Backstory: Got sent to me by a publicist. Mr Auslander appeared at my local JCC (I was out of town) and got me curious. Needed a short book for my trip to Chicago.

Notes: Short story collection of little perverted fables about isues of faith and religion (Auslander is a recovering Orthodox Jew). Included is a talmudic debate from the point of view of two hamsters and a story about a young hasid who wakes up as a giant goy.

Verdict: Will be over before you know it but still a memorable ride. Funny, smart with a sing-songy arrogant cadence that works rather than puts off. You don’t have to be Jewish to get “Beware of God.” But it helps.

Book Passage Blog:

Book Passage, one of the Bay Area’s (and the nayshuns!) most respected independent bookstores has a new blog going, a “baby blog” if you will. I cribbed the phrase from Written Road, a travel writing blog put together by my friend Jen Leo who is much smarter about such things than I.

Kepler’s Closes:

SFGate reports this morning that Kepler’s Books, a 50 year-old institution in Menlo Park (south of San Francisco) has closed its doors. I’m battling between sympathy and anger. More soon.

UPDATE: Placed a call to the NCIBA who reported in that Clark Kepler labored long and hard over this decision, not have it dawn on him sometime last night like the SFgate story makes it sound. Best I can surmise, he elected to close down now instead of watching the store bleed to death under high rents, a Silicon Valley audience who probably swears by Amazon and thhe desire to keep paing his employes a living wage. I can’t I would have done it this way but I can see the logic to his methods.

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