Buy My Friend’s Book!

As part of my ongoing effort to get you to read Phil Campbell’s Zioncheck for President, I hereby direct you to an excerpt published by his former employer, Seattle’s alternative alternative newspaper, The Stranger, about his involvement in Grant Cogswell’s campaign for a spot on the city council:

We tried to create an independent speaking tour for Grant. We didn’t have much success until Grant received permission from the owner of a popular outdoor theater to talk to his patrons for 10 or 15 minutes before The Wizard of Oz began. There would be several hundred people in attendance, more than all of the District Democratic meetings combined.

I didn’t drive Grant that night; I was too busy crunching some voter statistics we had just received. So Grant and Tara borrowed my car. Tara drove while Grant tried to think about what he would say to all of the families that he would be standing in front of.

They got to the theater with plenty of time before sundown, only to discover that the theater had moved the year before, and neither of them had any idea where it was now located.

Our volunteer coordinator called Grant’s cell phone, gave Grant the correct address, and urged him to hurry. The movie was going to start in five minutes, with or without him.

12 October 2005 | read this |

How I Spent My Summer Vacation (Sitting Around Reading)*

I packed a lot of reading material for my week away from the blog–finally, a chance to read just for the fun of it! I started light, with Stephen King’s The Colorado Kid. Hard Case Crime co-publisher Charles Ardai included a note explaining that the novella-length piece was a change of pace from their usual pulp-y fare, down right “experimental” in some ways; the “arty” flavor drove Orson Scott Card nuts when he reviewed the book for PW, but since I’d been forewarned I was able to appreciate the story not as a puzzle to be solved but as one of King’s luxuriating baths in small-town Maine culture. In that sense, it actually reinforced certain impressions I had of Owen King’s literary heritage.

Then, because a few months ago I had reviewed the Lewis Dabney bio of Edmund Wilson—which James Wood and Colm Toibin have discussed at great length more recently–I decided to finally tackle Memoirs of Hecate County, or “the smut book” as I kept telling Mrs. Beatrice. I liked the front half of the book, up to “The Princess With the Golden Hair,” better than the final stories, and I have to admit that “Ellen Terhune” makes for a good fantasy read, while “Glimpses of Wilbur Flick” helps you see why Wilson admired Dawn Powell so much.

After that, I moved on to And Only to Deceive, a fantastic novel centered around a young widow’s discovery of her late husband’s role in the dubious provenance of certain classical antiquities in the British Museum. Because Tasha Alexander is my college classmate, I’m not in any position to review the book, exactly, but I loved it. I thought she nailed the Victorian setting, she told a riveting yarn, and she made the characters believable. And believe me, it’s not always easy to do all three–after I finished that novel in a single afternoon, I decided I would finally try to read Dan Brown’s Angels & Demons. But because I actually know stuff about the conspiracy elements he weaves into the story, and the characters are such cardboard cutouts, I was quickly underwhelmed, so I moved on to Colm Toibin’s The Master, which Mrs. Beatrice had packed for herself. I’d only had a chance to read the opening sections when I met Toibin last year, but now I’m totally enthralled. I haven’t quite finished yet, but maybe this weekend…

*And, yes, my summer vacation did take place the first week of fall. Heck, it multi-tasked as my honeymoon, five months after the wedding…

28 September 2005 | read this |