TINGLE ALLEY

12/30/2004

The Underappreciated of 2004, Part II

Filed under: Reader Round-Up — caaf @ 3:26 pm

The Underappreciated of 2004 , Part I
Original Poll

• The list continues with two fine nominations from Golden Rule Jones: Jean-Philippe Toussaint’s Television, put out by Dalkey Archive Press in November, and Barth Landor’s A Week in Winter, published by Permanent Press in February.

Anna Godbersen reviewed Television for Esquire.

Mr. Jones himself interviewed Barth Landor about A Week in Winter — the post also contains a link to Sam’s audio review of the novel on Chicago Public Radio; the novel’s publication home page quotes from the Kirkus and Publisher Weekly’s reviews, the latter of which compares the novel favorably to Gogol’s The Inspector General. Awesome.

• Maud Newton recommends Miljenko Jergovic’s Sarajevo Marlboro and, God bless her, provides her own links to information about the novel.

Sarajevo Marlboro, Maud points out, was “heralded last year by Aleksander Hemon in the BBC’s Sense of the City series.” Additional information can also be found here. Meanwhile, attentive fans of Ms. Newton will recall that Sarajevo Marlboro was included in a Newsday piece about her favorite novels of the year, which includes a host of other good titles.

• Reader Liz Younger suggested Samantha Hunt’s The Seas, writing that “it is truly one of the oddest, most startlingly beautiful books I read all year.” The novel was published by MacAdam/Cage in November.

Lenora Todaro reviewed the novel for The Village Voice; The Seas was also included in the paper’s list of its favorite 27 books of the year; as a result of this discussion, your friend CAAF, who has a thing for mermaids and ocean imagery, purchased The Seas last week as part of a skewed holiday shopping policy that can best be summarized as “one book for you, one book for me.” It looks freaking scrumptious.

Old Hag commands that we all talk more about Lionel Shriver’s We Need To Talk About Kevin, which came out in paperback in ‘04.

The novel received a starred review from Booklist; the Onion A.V. Club’s review; this Observer article discusses how the book became an underground hit among feminists; Robert Birnbaum’s interview with Shriver.

• Reader Jeff Vandermeer praises Clare Dudman’s One Day the Ice Will Reveal All Its Dead, which was published by Viking Books in February. Jeff writes: “Brilliant novel about Alfred Wegener’s life–the guy who put forward the continental drift theory. Wegener was also an avid explorer, so the science is intermingled with the tale of his Arctic journeys. It’s a poignant and amazing novel. I dislike historical fiction for the most part. I loved this book.”

The book was included in a round up of first novels in The Seattle Times; and it received a spot in The New Yorker’s March 22 Briefly noted column (second one down).

Robert Birnbaum and Dan Wickett joined me in championing Ron Rash’s new novel Saints at the River, published by Henry Holt & Company in August.

Anna Godbersen also reviewed this one for Esquire; Tingle Alley discovered Rash after attending this hurricane-beleaguered reading (many of my friends also highly recommend Rash’s first novel, One Foot in Eden).

• Tingle Alley prevailed on Gwenda Bond of Shaken & Stirred to name some genre novels that may have been overlooked this year. She obliged with Elizabeth Hand’s Mortal Love and Geoff Ryman’s Air: Or, Have Not Have, with the caveat that Mortal Love is not being marketed as genre.

Mortal Love was reviewed by Lawrence Norfolk in the Washington Post; the paper also excerpted Chapter One. I note that the novel also has the good sense to feature a stunning image of me on the cover (the shot was taken before all the ill effects of the drug and alcohol abuse set in, causing me to resemble a pre-Raphaelite James Spader).

Air was reviewed at SciFi.com by Claude Lalumière; July 2004 interview with Ryman; 253, Ryman’s interactive online novel. Ms. Bond promises a review of Air next week on her site, and this post will be updated then.

Gwenda also expresses hope that Sean Stewart’s Perfect Circle will find a larger audience. The novel, which was published by Small Beer Press this summer, received a starred review from Booklist; was reviewed favorably by Paul di Filippo in The Washington Post; and serialized in Salon (go here for Chapter 1).

• Also in the science fiction vein, Ed mentions that China Miéville’s The Iron Council, published by Del Rey Books in July, could do with some more love. Here is the novel’s Random House home page; The Mumpsimus review; the novel was also picked as a Powell’s staff favorite.

• Poll participants also named some titles that received great press early in 2004 but may have been forgotten by the end of the year. If you missed ’em, they’re worth checking out:

Jim Shepard’s Project X and Love and Hydrogen
(Daniel Torday’s Esquire review of Project X; a New York Times review by Stephen Metcalf of both titles)

Tom Perrotta’s Little Children
(New York Times review by Will Blythe; attentive fans of TMFTML will remember that he roused himself from his languor long enough to praise Little Children in his list of this year’s favorites over at Maud Newton)

Dan Chaon’s You Remind Me of Me
(Maud Newton post — sadly, Laura Demanski’s terrific review of the novel for the Chicago Tribune which Maud mentions no longer appears available online; San Francisco Chronicle review by David Hellman )

• While this list focuses mainly on fiction, we do have a couple nonfiction recommendations for you.

Jimmy Beck (who, if he heeds my New Year wishes, will start a blog) praises Last Mountain Dancer: Hard-Earned Lessons in Love, Loss, and Honky-Tonk Outlaw Life by Chuck Kinder, a memoir published by Carroll & Graf. Mr. Beck describes the book as “a weird kind of beatnik-pastiche look at him and his home state, West Virginia.”

Last Mountain Dancer was reviewed here by the Pittsburgh Post-Gazette; Chuck Kinder was interviewed in 2001 by Dennis Loy Johnson of Moby Lives.

I’d also like to add Peter Turchi’s Maps of the Imagination: The Writer as Cartographer into the mix. I haven’t finished it yet but so far it’s been a fascinating and original read. Turchi heads up the writing program at Warren Wilson College here in Asheville, but it was this review by The Mumpsimus that convinced me to get his book. Here is a recommendation by Margot Livesey in Ploughshares, and a Charlotte Observer review

12/29/2004

The Underappreciated of 2004, Part I

Filed under: Reader Round-Up — caaf @ 11:59 pm

Here they are, the books that readers thought deserved more love this year. There were a lot of great nominations, so many, in fact, that I’ve divided the presentation into two installments — these books have already had to fight for their share of the limelight; I didn’t want them to get lost in the shuffle here.

The book title links lead to Powell’s, with additional links to information following. An observation: While I found reviews of many of these titles at The Washington Post, The San Franciso Chronicle, and other publications, very few seem to have been covered by The New York Times Book Review. Huh. Who would have thought? They’re usually all over interesting new fiction.

• At the top of the list, with votes from these guys, is David Markson’ s Vanishing Point, released in February 2004.

Jennifer Howard’s positive review in Washington Post; a review in City Pages; MadInkBeard’s introduction to David Markson; and a lament from Return of the Reluctant about how little attention the book’s received. Group consensus on the novel as summed up by Derik B.: “Brilliant and moving.”

• In addition to his Markson vote, The Elegant Variation puts in a kind advance word for Mitch Cullin’s A Slight Trick of the Mind, which will be published next April by Doubleday. “Even though it isn’t due out for a few more months, [it] risks being overwhelmed by the Chabon juggernaut.” Said juggernaut being The Final Solution, which, like Cullin’s novel, takes Sherlock Holmes as a protagonist. TEV compares the two novels in this review, arguing that Cullin’s is the superior.

Sarah Weinman nominates Adam Braver’s Divine Sarah, “a short novel about Sarah Bernhardt that I absolutely adored.”

Carolyn See’s review in Washington Post, which concludes, “Readers interested in the wars between life and art, art and commerce, inspiration and age, should be captivated by Adam Braver’s novel.”

• Dan Wickett of the Emerging Writers Network votes for George Garrett’s Double Vision. It was put out by University of Alabama Press last summer.

Double Vision was Ploughshares’ Editors Corners pick for Winter 2004-05. The journal called the novel “a witty tour de force, marrying fact and fiction about a gifted generation of American writers.” Here’s the University of Alabama Press book page.

• Stephen Dixon’s Old Friends also comes in for some love from the group. The novel was published by Melville House this fall.

This Melville House press page has links to reviews of Old Friends in Village Voice, Los Angeles Times and other papers; a review by Rake’s Progress; mention by the illustrious Laura Lippman that she recently purchased a copy as a result of this discussion (see comments). Also, please note that Lizzie TOTALLY KNOWS Dixon.

• The Robert Birnbaum juggernaut weighs in with several suggestions of titles you may wish to catch up on:

Sailors on the Inward Sea by Lawrence Thornton (Philadelphia Inquirer review)

An Unfinished Life by Mark Spragg (Bookreporter.com review by Curtis Edmonds; Birnbaum interview with Jim Harrison that mentions An Unfinished Life)

The Bad Boy’s Wife by Karen Shepard (San Francisco Chronicle review by Brad Vice)

Prisoners of War by Steve Yarborough (San Francisco Chronicle review by Matt King)

The Rope Eater by Ben Jones (New York Times Books in Brief mention (scroll down); author interview with Birnbaum)

Inheritance by Lan Samantha Chang (interview with Birnbaum in which Chang discloses a youth spent in the wondrous city of Appleton, Wisconsin (no, I will never tire of that fact); “Hangzhou 1925,” an excerpt from the novel published in Ploughshares)

For all the Americans who bombed the Observer year-end quiz

Filed under: In The Conversation — caaf @ 12:40 pm

Scott Esposito of Conversational Reading has created his own Books Quiz for 2004.

Don’t believe the hype

Filed under: Reader Round-Up — caaf @ 10:45 am

I’ll put together the results of the underappreciated in ‘04 poll tonight. In the meantime, as lit news is still sparse, and many still out of the office in a heartless display of stored-up vacation time, why not another poll? This time, inspired by the examples of Return of the Reluctant and ReadySteadyBlog (Dec. 16 entry), let’s do one on your most disappointing read of 2004. Nominees may include: Books that were critical darlings, or buzzed to the moon, or everyone else loved, that left you cold. Or a release by a favorite author that wasn’t up to snuff. Or a just plain very bad book. Whatever. Express your anguish and disappointment here.

Geek out … plus, Trixie’s all smart and impassioned and shit

Filed under: In The Conversation, Schwarmerei — caaf @ 10:24 am

I woke up this morning excited to get back to the book, which is a comforting frame of mind. A lot of days I’m not excited and approach it with all the joy in my heart as I had sewing a particularly ill-fated home-ec project in 9th grade: A duffle bag that through some hasty seaming was closed off halfway so that it had an air bubble at the foot. Every day I had to return to the bad duffle bag of cheap tomato-colored canvas and every day I made it a little worse. But today! hurrah! we’re making glorious exalted robes. (And perhaps already had too much coffee.)

I plan on being back later today but a couple links before I go — nonbookish but worthwhile:

This is way too exciting. My geeky hands fluttered together on seeing this, to rub in Burnsian anticipation.

• I’ve been meaning to link to this for ages but if you haven’t already, please read Cinetrix’s review of Sideways and Splangish. My own response to Sideways was far more tepid: For me, the movie fell into that category of things I wanted to like far more than I did. But ‘Trix’s review makes me want to watch it all over again. Good stuff.

12/28/2004

Oh no (UPDATED)

Filed under: The Fevered Brow — caaf @ 3:07 pm

Susan Sontag has died.

UPDATED: While we continue to suck at comprehensiveness, Ed has gathered together an excellent collection of Sontag links.

A break from the piffle (UPDATED)

Filed under: The Fevered Brow — caaf @ 2:01 pm

We’re being pretty frivolous here today, and we’ll drop it for a moment to direct you to two sites you can visit to make donations for the tsunami relief effort.

The Red Cross

Tsunami Help (via Shaken & Stirred)

UPDATE: The Mumpsimus has a far more comprehensive list of relief organizations. Please visit.

The hazards of male groupies

Filed under: Schwarmerei — caaf @ 1:49 pm

Curtis Sittenfeld may wish to take note: If female writers are still having to work for groupies, girl rockers already have some. And it doesn’t sound that great. In the 2004 Scoopie Awards, bass player Maya Ford of the Donnas is quoted as saying: “Our groupies should take more time preparing before our shows. … They should brush their teeth, take a shower, maybe. Or try a mint. Altoids are good. Wear some cologne, but not too much.* Or use deodorant. Just try not to smell bad.”

* Did you hear that, Rake?

Sure, now she tells me not to quit the day job.

Filed under: The Fevered Brow, Writers & Writing — caaf @ 1:35 pm

Justine Larbalestier polls a crew of writers, including Samuel R. Delany, about their first-book advances. Their answers — how does one say? — are not the type to put a spring in the step and a whistle on the lips of the aspiring writer. They may, however, make her hit the schnapps some more.

Still holidaying

Filed under: The Fevered Brow — caaf @ 1:21 pm

Mr. Tingle’s daughter, the Princess S., returns to her job in D.C. after lunch, which will mark the official end of our holiday spree chez Tingle.

The holiday began last week Tuesday with Linus’s birthday. Mr. Tingle’s son was born on the Winter Solstice and his birthday always marks what starts to feel like Christmas to me. This year he turned 22, which is — to use the French — freaking weird. I met him and his sister when they were about 12 and 13, respectively. Now he has a bit of a beard and stinks of Camels and hulks over Mr. Tingle and me in a way that makes me feel like a tiny wizened immigrant parent; he has recently started being kind, which is also disorienting. On Sunday we went to see The Aquatic Life with Steve Zissou: My stepdaughter (the most charming & socially adroit member of the family) was wearing a long camel-hair coat and chatting in the lobby with her old youth group leader, and Linus was saying he’d used a Christmas gift certificate to buy Orhan Pamuk’s Snow and some Jonathan Carroll, and they were both almost (not quite) their adult selves. Then we went to the concession counter and they squabbled for a while about whether Linus was willing to share his soda (Linus: “Get your own!” Princess S.: “All I want is one sip. God!”). We all liked the movie. Last night we ate pizza and watch the extended version of Return of the King. In just three years, The Lord of the Rings trilogy has established itself as a serious part of our holiday tradition — though, if I’m honest, I think it’s Mr. Tingle and I who like the tradition best, who are, in fact, the most emotionally invested in having the terms of traditions like these met.

On Christmas Eve we had lunch with my friend G., who regular readers know looks after my hair. We have been friends now for over 10 years — it was she who kept me company before I was married. The best thing to know about G. is that she once tried to get her license picture taken in a tiara that she carries around in her purse. Unfortunately, as the boy behind the counter told her, the DMV has a rule against “head gear of any kind” being worn in photographs. At lunch she told us about a restaurant in Asheville that had styled a Roman grotto on its deck, which is a popular spot for brunch. Very arty and decadent. However, the penis on a statue of David had to be chiselled off after Christian patrons complained.

Over the holiday weekend, I read Case Histories by Kate Atkinson, which is every bit as good as you’ve heard. I also received some pretty splendid gifts, including the collected works of John Ruskin (!!!!) from Mr. Tingle. Twelve leather-bound volumes from Captain’s Bookshelf, an amazing used bookstore in Asheville. I’m reading Stones of Venice first; the book is so aged that it creaks like an old man when opened. I remain under strict injunction to “stop huffing the books.”

Other gift highlights include a photograph of James Wood from a dear friend (tee hee!) and a mac pair of soft-green Pumas from the kids. My mom is a captioner for television, and QVC is one of her regular gigs. She has become sort of addicted (I hear this is a hazard of the job), and my dog — known on this blog as the Muse and named, as it happens, after Yves Saint Laurent’s muse Lucie de la Falaise — received a rather stunning midnight-blue velvet sweater with sequinned stars, as shown in the “Christmas Presents for Your Pets” special — in it she looks very much like Mickey Mouse in Fantasia.

What else? Oh, I bought some cheap concealer and face powder and it is turning up wrinkles like nobody’s business. The area around my eyes looks like a relief map of an alluvial plain. Ladies, if you are over 30, I strongly advise that you stay away from Cover Girl products. They are not your friend. If you are under 30, get the fuck in from the sun. It’s not your friend either, no matter what Coco Chanel said.

Today Mr. Tingle will take the kids for a sushi lunch, just the three of them, and then his daughter will start the long trek to her glassy cubic apartment in the capital. I just ate a bowl of yogurt and fresh fruit and will continue the detox (and moisturise) till Thursday when the wonderful Jimmy Beck of Old Hag guest-blogging fame hits the Asheville area for New Year’s. Hurrah!

Hoping all of you are enjoying this holiday time as well.

12/22/2004

More lists!

Filed under: In The Conversation, Schwarmerei, Writers & Writing — caaf @ 1:52 pm

Previous list of lists.

• Abebooks has issued its end of year lists for 2004. Maybe it’s just me, but I can’t help but see some correlation between “sex” and “dogs” as bestselling subjects, and “Roland Bestialite” as a most searched for author. (via Bookslut.)

• Over at Maud’s, TMFTML presents his favorites of 2004. There’s something about his tone here that makes it impossible not to imagine him penning this looking bored and exquisite in a smoking jacket (thrown over the habitual cum-stained corduroys). Or again, perhaps that’s just me.

• I neglected to include Village Voice’s “27 favorite books of the year” before, which was a mistake as it has some really nice selections.

The ethics of modern fantasy novels and the bodice-ripping impulses of Alice Munro

Filed under: Writers & Writing — caaf @ 11:58 am

Two interesting articles for your perusal:

• In The Boston Review, Jennifer Howard looks at how modern fantasy novels such as Harry Potter, Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell, and the His Dark Materials trilogy portray different ideas of Good and Evil. (Note: Beatrice will be pleased to see that the article alludes (albeit briefly) to Plot Against America’s science-fiction method.)

(via Bookninja.)

• Over at Slate, Meghan O’Rourke argues that “there is more of O. Henry in Munro than her admirers tend to admit.”

Speaking of Nabokovian self-improvement

Filed under: Schwarmerei — caaf @ 11:36 am

This weekend Mr. Tingle received a chess set at a gift exchange. We’re going to take up playing, we’ve decided, as a) I kick his ass too hard at Boggle; b) he kicks mine at Scrabble; and c) no one in our family — despite repeated pleas — will play Book Lover’s Trivial Pursuit with me. I also hope that knowing more of the fundaments of chess will add a layer of understanding to my Nabokov love. So: Does anyone have a recommendation on a good beginner’s book?

We have basic knowledge of moving the pieces around, with Mr. Tingle slightly more adept and, frankly, probably better temperamentally suited to mulling forever over the board. He’s got the slow hands, Mr. Tingle. Autobiographical fact Pynchon fans may appreciate: All my previous experience playing was racked up at a fifth-grade sleepover at the home of the John Birch Society’s then vice president – his daughter was my best friend till we split in eighth grade over Nicaragua.

Also, for obvious reasons, we’re hopelessly drawn to people who use their blogs to be occasionally indiscreet.

Filed under: In The Conversation — caaf @ 11:14 am

I’ve been a regular visitor to Ayelet Waldman’s booklog for a while. Her reading list is a good source of titles for a trip to the library, and her assessments are blunt and unpretentious. (Sample review: “Country of Origin by Don Lee. This is a pretty good novel, although if the writer gave me one more descriptive sentence about the main character I was going to track him down and tattoo “show, don’t tell” onto his ass.”) I also feel kinship with anyone who embarks on regular Nabokovian-fueled plans for self-improvement.

Now she’s got a blog!

Zeitgeist

Filed under: The Fevered Brow — caaf @ 1:16 am

Yesterday, spurred on by Maud’s example, Tingle Alley switched Amazon out of its Resource links for Barnes & Noble and Booksense. (Powell’s was already listed.) I also pulled two holiday orders from Amazon and moved them over to B&N.* I still have to move my wish list but after that I’ll no longer be associated with the company’s 61% Republican donations.

A few other holiday notes, blue and otherwise:
• Martha Stewart Everyday holiday items rock. We got a fabulous, non-tacky holiday tablecloth for $10 — and the wrapping paper has tons of paper on the roll. Tingle Alley has been loyally buying Martha’s products since her legal troubles made us start feeling protective over her (though we’ll always question the choice of fur wrap for verdict day — fake or not). Disclaimer: While Martha Stewart Omnimedia gives blue, K-Mart, where the Everyday line is sold, gives red. I called it a draw and took home the fabulous tablecloth (unabashed pictures to follow).

• Please consider making a donation to your local library before year’s end. It’s tax-deductible, even a small amount helps, and due to recent changes in legislation, you no longer have to be over the age of 80 to be designated a Friend of the Library.

• One shot of peppermint schnapps to one cup hot cocoa. That’s all I’m saying.

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* I try to buy local independent but when it comes to mailing across the country I’m all about the free shipping. Also, I apparently find it impossible to bring a package to a post office until it’s ridden around in the car with me six months minimum.

Making matters even worse, the article then went on to discuss Sir Heath’s “elfin goodness” at length, finishing off by calling him “a real faerie.”

Filed under: Schwarmerei — caaf @ 12:03 am

The year in review over at the Guardian:

The corrections department must also employ poets – as in this item from March 30 2004: “Sir Edward Heath is a sprightly 87, rather than spritely (headline, page 3, yesterday). Spritely: elf-like, dainty. Sprightly: full of vitality, lively (Collins.)”

12/21/2004

Meanwhile, teenagers across the country take refuge in Wolfe’s excuse: “That bad flailing overexclamatory sex we just had? Totally ironic.”

Filed under: Schwarmerei — caaf @ 11:41 am

So Tom Wolfe sez that the judges who gave I Am Charlotte Simmons the prize for the worst sex scene in fiction didn’t get the irony behind his artistry.

“There’s an old saying – ‘You can lead a whore to culture but you can’t make her sing’,” he told Reuters. “In this case, you can lead an English literary wannabe to irony but you can’t make him get it.”

Um, sure, Tom.

(First spotted at Literary Saloon, whose take is funny.)

UPDATE: Over at Bookslut, Michael Schaub has Wolfe’s back and reminds us of Jessa’s point that the sex scenes were intentionally bad. I dunno. I like a lot of Wolfe but skipped I Am Charlotte Simmons as it truly sounds abysmal. And since when am I going to have to start actually reading the books to have strong opinions about them? What kind of crazy commie world would that be?

Sometimes dark. Sometimes amusing. Sometimes dark and amusing.

Filed under: The Fevered Brow — caaf @ 11:11 am

The Scared of Santa photo gallery (via twinkle twinkle)

• The Rake gathers together all the cheerful bits from Robert Lowell’s letters to Elizabeth Bishop

• I bombed on this Jane Austen quiz, though I would add — defiantly, defensively — that some of the questions seemed a bit rigged. (via Moorish Girl, who I suspect fared better)

Lonely office workers who’ve planned your vacation time badly, this one’s for you.

Filed under: The Fevered Brow — caaf @ 10:20 am

When I worked at the plumbing supplies firm, I always used up all my vacation time during the year and never had any left over for the holiday. So I was always around in the ghostly week before Christmas, the lone person from my department, wandering the hallways in search of people to talk to, trying to sneak out the door to do some shopping downtown, or sitting in my cubby clicking “Refresh” in hopes that someone, anyone!, had posted something new to look at. Iconic memory: Walking into account service to find four of my colleagues sitting Indian style on the floor running a remote-control truck that had been purchased for someone’s nephew’s Christmas gift. They’d set up a track using three-ring binders as ramps, and tape dispensers and staplers as obstacles. I sat and watched the truck climb and lumber its way through the course for 45 minutes.

So, in the spirit of giving back, as well as in amends for my pretty constant hiatus over the past month, I’ll be around this week through Friday. (These guys have also said they’ll be around, and I’m sure there are plenty of others too.) I’m taking a quasi-break from the book while shoveling out tons of freelance and running errands. And for a variety of reasons — schnapps? relaxation? holiday mirth? anti-depressant medication? — am also feeling chatty as all get out. So please, if you’re around, dip into the conversation in the comments. We’ll all gather ’round — and then maybe we can take out the remote-control truck and see how it runs.

Reading: Curtis “I’m a girl!” Sittenfeld’s prize-winning story “1993-94” for the Mississippi Review, which features the boredom of an office on New Year’s Eve day. (Via GalleyCat, who also seems to be purring along.)

Philip Pullman responds

Filed under: The Fevered Brow, Writers & Writing — caaf @ 9:21 am

A couple weeks ago, an article appeared in the Times announcing “God is cut from film of Dark Materials.” The article quoted director Chris Weitz — who was slated to direct the film but has since withdrawn — as saying that “the studio, Nine Line Cinema, had expressed concern that His Dark Materials’ perceived anti-religiosity might make ‘it an inviable project financially’.”

I’m an ardent fan of the trilogy — I’ve reread it many times, given away umpteen copies of The Golden Compass as presents, and list Lyra* as one of my favorite characters in fiction. My feelings on hearing all this went two ways: One was “they’re cocking it all up for money,” and it seemed a dark joke that a book so independent in its spiritual thinking might become a toothless Disney-like consumable for the red states. On the other hand —and this is how I always feel when they make my favorite books into movies — I really don’t care if they fuck it up. I still have the books, and that can’t be taken away (insert image here of CAAF with Charlton Heston-like death grip on her Dark Materials paperbacks).

Nevertheless, Weitz’s disclosure seemed ominous, as did the removal of Tom Stoppard from the project. Now my friend Joy, who’s an editor at a well-respected YA publishing house, sends an email that Philip Pullman has responded to some of the insinuations of the article — namely, that he is laughing gleefully from atop a pile of filthy Hollywood lucre — on his website.

Joy writes:

I had been outraged at Pullman when I read the first article. Just the idea that he would agree to take God out of the film infuriated me. Then I was somewhat reassured that Pullman is a smart man after I looked at his website. At least he made a good case. [My friend Liz] and I were chatting about it. She was disappointed that he didn’t really address the accusation that New Line is driven by a fear of backlash from the U.S. Or the reason Weitz backed out. She made the good point … that he should just come out and say, Yes the reality is we’re making a commercial film, we don’t want to turn anybody off by being so accusatory of the church.

What do y’all think, if anything, about it?

* A sort of more academic Dido Twite, isn’t she? Both of whom seem to me English cousins to Scout Finch.

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