All the books I’m highlighting this week are paperbacks, tis the season and all. I read a couple of them back when they were forthcoming in hardcover. Point Omega is another fine book by Don DeLillo. It might be better thought of as a novella, slim volume such as it is, but it has numerous memorable scenes, notably the early scene with the film installation. The book of the week for me, however, is The Lotus Eaters, Tatjana Soli’s amazing, if cover-challenged novel of a woman photojournalist during the Vietnam War.
What can I say at this point? I totally blew it on this book, overlooked, forgotten about, whatever, I just didn’t think it would be any good. I have a small reason for this, I read ‘Look At Me’ right around 9-11, and was totally underwhelmed, which meant The Keep, her next book, would never be opened, why? I don’t know. So when everyone said, “read this book, Goon Squad, it’s fucking genius,” I applied the Ricky Roma theory and went the other way.
Let me be clear: I’m a writer. I’m at home when I’m alone, writing. But I likened it to my children. I’ll do just about anything for my kids. I don’t remember specifics, but I do know that among other efforts, I joined Facebook and mailed 64 copies of Drift. The only thing that remains is the box.
I had never watched a an episode of SCAN-TV’s The High Bar with Warren before JE brought it to my attention yesterday. I guess it’s a Seattle thing. Hosted over at vimeo.com, they interview a lot of interesting people from differing backgrounds including, this week, our very own Jonathan Evison, doing one of the things he does best – talk about books, writing, and publishing.
Snowdrops, to disabuse you of the idea that this is some sort of heartwarming story, is slang for bodies that are discovered in Moscow’s snowdrifts during the spring thaw. First you get the sickening smell, then maybe you spy a leg that’s turned green. Then you look away. And they have a name for this in Moscow. Swe