A read medium-length and entertaining

My review of Tony Horwitz's latest historical travelogue, A Voyage Long and Strange, is in this week's edition of Solares Hill, and on the Citizen's website. I liked the book, better than Blue Latitudes but not as much as Confederates in the Attic. Still, a fun and informative read. It will be interesting to see if Horwitz continues along this line or strikes into something entirely new. Maybe we can ask him at the 2009 Key West Literary Seminar, where he will be appearing along with his wife, Pulitzer Prize-winning novelist Geraldine Brooks. I've since finished another great nonfiction book by an upcoming KWLS panelist (and workshop leader) Patricia O'Toole: The Five of Hearts was really well written history, or biography, or whatever you want to call it. Even if you think you don't give a damn about late 19th century politics and literary history, it's a good read. Last weekend, in one enormous gulp, I read "After You'd Gone," Maggie O'Farrell's first novel. I discovered her earlier this year when I reviewed her most recent, "The Disappearing Act of Esme Lennox," for SH. This first effort hits some of the same themes -- Scottish social oppression, especially of women, historically and now, especially of smart, unconventional women. It's a little melodramatic, especially toward the end. But I bought it. (The story I mean, not the book -- got the book through interlibrary loan, a service I'm starting to use much more now that I work at a library and I don't know why I didn't before.) Speaking of melodrama, I also finished listening to an audiobook, Lady MacBeth, by romance writer Susan Fraser King -- the best part about it was the reader's Scottish accent, which I found replaying in my head all through the day.

It was mostly a test to see if my 20-minute commute was enough to make an audiobook worthwhile and I have to say, it was. Fortunately we have a sizeable audiobook collection at the library so I'll be pillaging that for future rides. I'm currently listening to a two-disc NPR compilation of baseball stories, and after that it's a Billy Collins appearance in New York, which includes reading and a talk. Billy, by the way, will be back for next year's seminar. As if you had any doubt.

Next on the plate: More seminar reading: "Dominion" by the recently-added Calvin Baker and Russell Banks' first work of nonfiction, "Dreaming Up America."

The most astounding thing I've read in ages, however, was not between hard covers. It was in the June 2 New Yorker, the issue I just finished because of my obsessive-compulsive habit of reading New Yorkers straight through, in order, which means I'm always at least a couple weeks behind. I had heard of Roger Stone, most recently when my friend Amy broke the news in the Miami Herald of his possible involvement in Eliot Spitzer's downfall. But Jeffrey Toobin's profile of Stone and recounting of his involvement in every American nightmare from Watergate to the 2000 Florida recount was a revelation. Even if you're not a political junkie, this is a story worth reading. And then you can join me in weeping.

A good find

I haven't read the Da Vinci Code (can you hear my tone of satisfied superiority via text?) -- though I think it made a fine movie. I did read Angels & Demons and thought the writing SUCKED but eventually found myself turning the pages for plot. But I have been looking for several years for a good writer of biblio-thrillers -- not literary thrillers, which I define as more in the P.D. James, Benjamin Black category -- but books where the MacGuffin is a book or a manuscript and a few of the characters are bibliophiles. I tried Ross King. Ex-Libris was OK but not terrific. I tried Arturo Perez-Reverte. Same verdict for The Club Dumas (though I recommend, for sheer camp value, the movie they made out of it, called The Ninth Gate and starring Johnny Depp as the corrupt, chainsmoking book dealer). Then I looked at Salon's summer reading recommendations and they were swooning over some guy named Michael Gruber.

The Big Pine branch of the public library has his book The Book of Air and Shadows so I ordered it up and found myself devouring it last week. It's got it all -- character, plot and best of all, smart writing. His new one, The Forgery of Venus, is set in the world of art, not literature, but that's OK. I'm going to read it anyway.

Speaking of art, and books, here's an interesting essay on a couple of interesting book artists in an interesting online journal called The Quarterly Conversation. I'm not sure how I feel about destroying the original physical form of books in order to make art, or at least some kind of artistic statement. But hey, I'm not an artist.

Time to let go?

When I was 10 or 11, visiting my grandparents, I came across a copy of "Elizabeth the Great" by Elizabeth Jenkins. Since then I have, to varying degrees, been obsessed with the various versions of the Tudor story -- mostly nonfiction, though more recently supplemented by fiction (I like to call this genre Tudor Trash) and movies. Antonia Fraser, David Starkey, Alison Weir -- I've read them all. Obviously, from looking at the sales numbers for Philippa Gregory or the investment of the Showtime tv show "The Tudors," I'm not alone. And why not? It's an insanely dramatic story with so many elements: sex, politics, religion, birth, death. I've watched the old Glenda Jackson miniseries and I'm still bitter that Cate Blanchett was robbed of her richly deserved Oscar for "Elizabeth." But I'm afraid this 30-year affair may be over. "The Tudors" is enjoyable as camp, but I can't really buy it. More worrisome, "The Other Boleyn Girl" left me cold. "Elizabeth: The Golden Age" didn't live up to its predecessor and managed to sap the swagger (and acting ability) from Clive Owen. And now, Alison Weir's second novel, "The Lady Elizabeth," is ... boring. Yep, that could well be due to the writing not the story. But what if it's really over? What if I'm just sick of this story?

Well, there's always the Stuarts and the drama of the English Civil War. But those Puritans just aren't much fun. In the meantime, I'm going back into the archives to see if there's any spark left. The college library has a pretty decent collection of movies on VHS, should you still have a working VCR, and I happened to bring home a 1940 swashbuckler called "The Sea Hawk." Errol Flynn is Capt. Thorpe, a Sir Francis Drake-like privateer, and Flora Robson is Elizabeth. Next, I'll have to check out "The Private Lives of Elizabeth and Essex," with Flynn again and Bette Davis as Elizabeth. And, in an earlier wave of Tudor novelization mania, Jean Plaidy wrote a whole series that I've never read. Maybe they'll renew my obsession.

Other reading? I finished Tony Horwitz's new book, "A Voyage Long and Strange." He's in fine historical travelogue style -- not as good as "Confederates in the Attic" but that's a very high bar indeed and I like it better than "Blue Latitudes." Look for a review in Solares Hill when I get to writing it. And I was inspired by an NPR piece on Kate Christensen winning the PEN/Faulkner award to see if the public library had any of her books. They have several and I just finished her first, "In the Drink," which is very good. I read about 60 pages of the new Alison Weir (fulfilling the Nancy Pearl 100-minus-your-age-page-rule -- minimum page number before abandoning a book) and turned to the "Unaccustomed Earth," the new Jhumpa Lahiri story collection for relief.

A great read

canaans-tongue-cover.jpgA recommended read from Maggie Nelson, one of the New Voices at this year's Key West Literary Seminar, was John Wray and over the weekend I finished his second and most recent novel, Canaan's Tongue. Thank you, Maggie! Wow. The book is one of those written in multiple voices, set during the Civil War, about a gang of criminals engaged in an abhorrent enterprise known as the Trade -- stealing slaves for re-sale; the slaves co-operate because they think they will eventually be rewarded with freedom. Instead, they're murdered. Wray's first novel, "The Right Hand of Sleep," is also historical, this one set in Austria in the 1930s. And he seems to be an interesting fellow -- according to this interview, he wrote that first novel under some interesting living conditions.