READING AND BOOK SIGNING @ BARNES & NIZZELOBLES
I STILL AM GETTING TO BED CLOSER TO 3 AM THAN MIDNIGHT, 
but I am relaxing a little, now.
Despite plumbing projects. 
More on that later.
My first catch-up blog is about my Barnes & Noble reading on June 7. 
The event started with a writing club mini-reunion. 
Taylor, Jack, Brandon, & Li-Mae and I had lunch and I read bits from my work in progress, CONTACT HIGH, and they helped me choose one to read that day.
The reading was super fun. I brought my new portable turntable and started with Cassie’s fav form Zeppelin I, “Babe I’m Gonna Leave You.” Then I read from OR NOT as well as a tiny bit of CONTACT HIGH.
I had great questions, including one about who had inspired Cassie and have I actually ever had someone that amazing as a student. No one in particular and lots of people. Some of my former students in the room are easily as amazing, gifted, insightful as my beloved Cass.
As I signed books, I played my Nirvana, LIVE IN NEW YORK record, and knew I was doing the right thing when management asked me to turn it down.
Overall, I love, love, love the energy I get from these things and am so thankful to have people who will come out and support me. Always a little sad when it’s over, because I’d like to spend more time with people than I get to. 
But, you know me–I love being the center of attention, and I love you people who come to see me. Lot of love in this paragraph! Sorry for gushing, but that’s how I feel, and I’m grateful and want to express it.
Here’s a few pics taken by Liberty Grad, writer, and all around awesome-woman, Marty:
Also in attendance were:Lee, Andy, Niles, Brandy, Kyle, Anna, Caltera, Chy and her two cool friends in the picture where V. is hiding, Kelsey, Kaley, Brittany Lana, Emily, Mary, Becky, Leah, Michaela, two old CC people and their wonderful daughter, Druzzie Dru and friend and sister, Dennis, and that lady just outside the cafe who was working on legal pads and laptop who kept scowling at me for having a reading in what she seemed to think of as her own private Idaho–love you, too, lady!
finally done with latest revisions and ready to blog about old stuff like my barnes and noble reading :)
I STILL AM GETTING TO BED CLOSER TO 3 AM THAN MIDNIGHT, but I am relaxing a little, now.
Despite plumbing projects. More on that later.
My first catch-up blog is about my Barnes & Noble reading on June 7.
The event started with a writing club mini-reunion. Taylor, Jack, Brandon, & Li-Mae and I had lunch and I read bits from my work in progress, CONTACT HIGH, and they helped me choose one to read that day.
The reading was super fun. I brought my new portable turntable and started with Cassie’s fav form Zeppelin I, “Babe I’m Gonna Leave You.” Then I read from OR NOT as well as a tiny bit of CONTACT HIGH.
I had great questions, including one about who had inspired Cassie and have I actually ever had someone that amazing as a student. No one in particular and lots of people. Some of my former students in the room are easily as amazing, gifted, insightful as my beloved Cass.
As I signed books, I played my Nirvana, LIVE IN NEW YORK record, and knew I was doing the right thing when management asked me to turn it down.
Overall, I love, love, love the energy I get from these things and am so thankful to have people who will come out and support me. Always a little sad when it’s over, because I’d like to spend more time with people than I get to. But, you know me–I love being the center of attention, and I love you people who come to see me. Lot of love in this paragraph! Sorry for gushing, but that’s how I feel, and I’m grateful and want to express it.
Here’s a few pics taken by Liberty Grad, writer, and all around awesome-woman, Marty:
Also in attendance were:
Lee, Andy, Niles, Brandy, Kyle, Anna, Caltera, Chy and her two cool friends in the picture where V. is hiding, Kelsey, Kaley, Brittany Lana, Emily, Mary, Becky, Leah, Michaela, two old CC people and their wonderful daughter, Druzzie Dru and friend and sister, Dennis, and that lady just outside the cafe who was working on legal pads and laptop who kept scowling at me for having a reading in what she seemed to think of as her own private Idaho–love you, too, lady!
Off the Road again, Or Not. Interview, Review, Barnes & Noble, etc.
FIRST OF ALL, here are links to a couple of new things out there:
- My longest and most in depth interview so far: Authorlink Interview
- More good ink: South Florida Sun-Sentinal Teenlink Review
NEXT GIG:
- My fall micro-tour is over, but I’m doing one more event in town before the close of the year:
- Barnes and Noble @ the Citadel, on Academy Blvd.
- December 15, Saturday @ 1:30-3:30ish.
- Barnes and Noble @ the Citadel, on Academy Blvd.
- I hope to see some of the new friends I met today in Chapman’s creative writing class at Coronado High School. What a great class. You guys really know how to make an author feel good: laugh a lot and at the right places and say, “Read more!” It was also fantastic to see old friends Mr. “Stay Black” Ken, Tiffany, Kara, and Emily. Love you all.
WASHINGTON NOTES:
Spokane was amazing–what a cool city. But it helps to hang out with the best people:
- My incredible friend Sam Ligon, author of the great novel Safe in Heaven Dead and editor of Willow Springs
- Sam’s wife, Kim, and kids Jane and Paul, who are all brilliant.
- His friends, Kelly Chadwick, who introduced me to some fantastic wine, and
- poet Renee Rohl, who introduced me to her students at Barker Center.
- Other friends, novelist Jess Walter and his wife
- Ann, who used to live in my fair city and write for our hometown newspaper The Gazette. (Both she and Jess worked for the Spokane Spokesman-Review until former Gazette editor Stevie Smith came on board and began
runningruining it.)
I had a great day visiting with creative writing students at Barker with Renee’s class and also with Jim Creason’s groups at North Central High School. Special thanks to Dylan, Pauline, Cassie, and (your dad-burned name slips my mind, but you’re the best) who I met in class and who actually came out to the reading that night at Auntie’s Books.
This event was a little different for me, with the reading showcased up front and with microphone, even, which made the power of the poet’s voice truly tremendous.
Then it was a weekend of hanging out with my daughter who is the same age as Sam’s girl, Jane. Or the girls spent time together, mostly, and Sam and I stayed up until three or four every night listening to music and talking. And talking. And talking. It’s funny to think that I’m still friends with the guy I pulled a desk out from under in Mr. Johnson’s actor’s workshop class when we were in high school. But that he’s still the most brilliant person I’ve ever met is no surprise.
Alexgirl’s book!! BACK TALK
I have so much to say, after being off line and on vacation for a good long while.
But tales of the heavenly beach, all the books I read, and the stingray from hell will have to wait, because THE MOST IMPORTANT THING NOW IS
BACK TALK
by the hilarious and way too cool
ALEX RICHARDS!!
If it’s not on the shelf, ask your bookstore to order it, ask your librarians to get it, grab Mommy’s Visa and order it from Amazon, but get this book!
Goodbye small town hell . . . hello Big Apple!
Sixteen-year-old Gemma Winters couldn’t be more ecstatic—and terrified—about scoring a summer internship at one of the hippest daytime TV talk shows, Back Talk with Kate Morgan. To top it off, she’s staying in a palatial brownstone in Manhattan with celebutante Dana Cox (a virtual E! True Hollywood Story in the making) and world-weary millionheiress America Vanderbilt. Gemma’s corn-fed naiveté melts away as she gets a taste of designer clothes, underage clubbing . . . and a cute Johnny Depp look-a-like.
The glamour fades by nine a.m. when Gemma becomes slave labor for harried producers. Not even her borrowed Manolo Blahniks can shield her from an office romance turned ugly and backstabbing fellow interns. When someone is unfairly fired and a show is at risk, Gemma goes out of her way to prove this small-town girl is more than just a “photocopy bitch.”
Here’s a link to Amazon:
BACK TALK
And here’s an interview with Alex on Slayground, by that miraculous girl, Little Willow
Summer Reading: LOG THE HELL OFF!!
Livejournal, myspace, blogspot: they all SUCK!!!
Even as I write, indulging in this vampiric wastetime, I must briefly rail against!
Especially for an ADD person with a strong tendency towards hyper-focus, such as yours truly, it’s hard not to get sucked in. So, I have begun unplugging my wireless at 5 pm. It’s a start. While I love my internet friends, and I have fun reading interviews & book reviews by the likes of
Little Willow as well as the hilarious observations of Emma, I’m now reading like crazy.
I FINALLY finished I’m with the Band: Confessions of a Groupie, the touchingly innocent and simultaneously earthy (though never pornographic) memoir of Pamela Des Barres (who refused the advances of Mick Jagger because she was so in love with Jimmy Page!)
Then, it was Alias Grace by my favorite Canadian writer, Margaret Atwood. (The Boob Lady
is second, sorry!) She’s amazing. I’m in awe of the combination of her research and imagination into pure seamlessness. And her mastery of voice in multiple points of view–including Grace herself, who is far from reliable–helps Atwood spin a tale in which I was far from certain what the truth was or exactly what the truth meant. 
On to Stephen King and the finale of The Dark Tower. In the thrall of Mr. King and his gunslingers, I’m no good to anyone. I was was told yestereve, as I read myself into another world, oblivious to the familial chaos around me, “I think Daddy’s checked out.”
So much for the idea that I’d would be a better family member after unplugging the wireless. I was no good at all this morning either, on account of being up until after one last night reading until I had not the strength to make it into bed. Waking on the couch around five, I pulled myself out from dreams of Low Men, were-spiders, and portals to other times and worlds, and managed to make into bed with a sore neck.
Next, it’s going to be one of my fellow FLUX authors Carrie Jones
or Brian Yansky, probably Carrie because now that I’m in Maine with King, I might as well stay there. Ayuh. 
Escape! Isn’t it best with a book? Forget about my former righteousness in getting offline–I just needed a better way to slip out of the real world. I do say so and thank ya!
I don’t have time to read . . .
and I could blame my new macbook, but I know it’s my own damn fault.
I am writing blogs, I am going over my next book, and I am being a dad (blogging in between tearing out coloring pages for my son to paint, and I did take the boy outside to play hide and seek, and get up with him in the night, twice, to smooth the hair from his fevered brow, and in the morning before six to lie down with him so he could rest some more and his mom could get forty more winks), and I am sort of teaching, and I have to be giving the devil of obligation his half-assed due in several areas.
What I most want to be doing is immersing myself in this novel that I am revising. I get a second wind after the kids are in bed and it keeps me up past the time I can really concentrate or trust the work.
But by then it is too late to read. I need immersion in reading as well as writing but I can’t fit both into the time. I miss Cordelia (This is All: The Pillow Book of Cordelia Kennby Adan Chambers). As soon as I hit post, I am going back to her for an hour–forget my own stupid book.
COME SUMMER! COME SOON! I’m going to get the DARK TOWER (the last one–I have been reading them after my birtday and Christmas for the past few years) for my birthday (even if I have to buy it myself) and I am going to read a ton of other books: King Dork, I’m with the Band, novels by Carrie Jones, Alex Richards, more Simone Elkeles, short stories by Denis Johnson and Stuart Dybek . . . the list goes on and on.
Come summer, before I become the kind of teacher who actually stoops so low as to count the days! I know everyone who isn’t a teacher hates me because of my summers, but I hate you becuase you don’t have to try to inspire and discipline in the perfect measure so that kids learn stuff they don’t give a good goddamn about. I love teaching and I love my students, but I LOOOOVE SUMMER!!!!!!
Hey, I just realized that I have NOTHING to complain about.
I get summer vacation, and you-hoo doh-hon’t!!
Cover
Here’s the cover for OR NOT coming October 2007~~~~~
Cordelia Kenn: Reading the Pillow Book
Now that I’ve read more than a third of THIS IS ALL by Aidan Chambers, I thought I’d write a little bit more about it.
I still love Cordelia, and her voice is stronger than ever in my ear. I sometimes worry about this when I’m writing because I have a great capacity to absorb the rhythms I read and a great penchant for subconscious imitation. Novelist Anna Quindlan says this is no problem for her–she just makes sure that she reads really good stuff, and then if she imitates it, all the better. I’m not really sweating it either. Cordelia’s voice is fresh and unique, real and true, and the style is different enough from the book I’m revising that I’m not concerned about excessive bleed-through.
Style, Voice, and Form:
19-year-old Cordelia tells her story in the form of a book she is creating for her unborn daughter, a gift she will present on the girl’s 16th birthday. She skips around from musings and narration in the present–6 months pregnant, looking back on her life–and her Pillow Book, a term she has borrowed from Japanese literature, which is a collection of her journals and early poetry dating back to when she was 15. Or maybe the current musings and narrative are actually part of the pillow book, too.
Cordelia likes to mix things up, and in the first section, she skips around as she tells her story. Chambers manages the various voices, ages, and moods of Cordelia so well that I can feel and hear the difference in her style without becoming overly conscious of it. And the transitions are handled so that, while I am sometimes confused, I appreciate not having the, annoyance of obvious indicators–Cordelia lets me figure things out on my own without insulting my intellegence.
In the next section, the form changes. We get currently written narrative on the right page, and straight pillow book on the left. This is a bit dodgy, but I manage the reading of it by holding my place with a bookmark for the pillow book as I read ahead on the main narrative. I tend to get carried away in the story, but when I get to a stopping place, I go back and read the left pages, where she writes poems, notes to her boyfriend, and musing on such subjects as: rain, things that make her heart beat faster, poetry, breasts, masturbation, etc.
Subject Matter
Oh, did I say breasts and masturbation? These are two separate sections, btw, and there are more topics here that I’ll leave alone. I’m not as brave as Aidan Chambers, at least not in this blog. (Wait until my second book, if it ever sees the light of day.) Chambers has balls, though. My editor, Andrew, calls him “fearless”, and he seems to be. Not only does Cordelia muse on anatomy, but in true Cordelia fashion, she very logically anwers all the objections people have about self-stimulation, countering each with her own arguments about how beneficial and healthy it is. And she makes me ashamed that I am so filled with trepidation at this mild summary. But this is blog, not fiction, and fiction is an easier form for telling the truth. Plus, I’m a teacher of adolescents *gasp*, so I exist in the world where, as one of my own characters put it, everybody pretends that sex doesn’t exist. Or the adults try to, and wish the students would, which usually seems for the better. Who knows when or if frank discussions are appropriate when maturity levels and family backgrounds are so varied. But this is about Cordelia, not about decency in the schools.
Cordelia loves to argue with common opionion, and it doesn’t have to be sex-related. I loved when she, again very logically, put forth the proposition that, contrary to common belief, we do NOT live only in the present moment, but in the moment just after that, because there must be a brief space of time between event and awareness of the event. For Cordelia, awareness, KNOWING, is everything. I’m not sure that the present isn’t that moment of awareness. The photon of a star may take years to arrive here on earth and be absorbed by my wide, staring pupils, and then there are nanoseconds from that moment until the awarenss is in my mind–so when IS now? I’m tempted to say that there is no present moment, but I might get into some sort of Mahayana Buddhist philosophical negativism in which I can’t argue that:
a. there is a present moment,
b. there isn’t a present moment,
c. there both is and isn’t, or
d. neither is nor isn’t a present moment.
I can’t argue any position at all, I just have to live in the present moment, or not in the present moment, or niether in the present moment or not the present–wait! Weren’t we talking about auto-eroticism? I might have fallen into a verbal form of it right there, so I’ll stop.
You go, Cordelia. Question authority.
And you go, Aidan. This book rules.
Oh, and I just had an idea for another Cordelia blog–or an essay topic for somebody: mother, sister, daughter roles in THIS IS ALL: THE PILLOWBOOK OF CORDELIA KENN–how Cordelia functions in all these capacities in relation to herself.
Anticipation; Pre-reading Aiden Chambers’ THIS IS ALL: THE PILLOW BOOK OF CORDELIA KENN
Sunday afternoon–
My wife and daughter are at the library, and my son is refusing to nap. He’s in there talking to himself, quietly, happily–but I know it won’t last.
I want to be reading, I should be doing the kitchen floor, but I’m taking a break to write about the book I’m going to start reading. (Oh, great, he’s crying again! He gives just a couple of wails and then is still. Probably, I think—as I listen to the silence broken only by the dryer in the basement where a pair of overalls or some other loud garment is clacketing around–probably he’s only waiting and listening to hear if I am on my way. In a moment, he starts kicking the wall, the little varmint. Oh, well. Let him kick!)
Okay, back to the subject at hand:
I’ve been reading Crime and Punishment, just finished it last night, and the whole while, This is All, the Pillow Book of Cordelia Kenn, has been sitting on my bedside table, and every so often, before or after my Dostoyevsky, I’d pick it up, feel its weight, and put it down again.
Sunday Night, 10:22
Still haven’t read any of This is All, and as much as I would like to get to the subject at hand, I’ll indulge myself by saying that I’m just at this late hour finishing a dinner of salami, cheese (extra-sharp Tillamook and The Dubliner), assorted olives, and wine. The interim has been filled with the usual Sunday chores, and augmented by my daughter showing the chief symptom of “the stomach flu” which necessitated my cleaning vomit off her bedroom floor.
IT’S QUITE A BEAUTIFUL BOOK, THIS IS ALL, the kind that makes you thumb through it and caress the pages, which have a soft quality of fabric, a woven feel. The book is six hundred pages, thick and decidedly narrower than it is tall, and the only complaint I have is that the margins in the middle seem a bit small. I am hoping that the book will loosen up a little as I read. We shall see.
AMAZING that Cordelia’s voice is, already, a little bit stuck in my head. All I have done is read the first couple of pages in the bookstore, then hit a few random pages, including one in which she describes several ideal, perfect things: a dream kitchen, complete with favourite ingredients, and a new, well-made book, among others.
I like Cordelia already.
I ALSO LIKE THE BOOK ALREADY, or at least the idea of it. The jacket tells me that it’s “for ambitious readers” and “not for younger readers” and is “A huge book in every sense.”
I also like little books, shallow little books even, but most of all, I like a big, huge, vast, book. Teen literature is particularly awash in small books. Most titles seem to come in around 200 pages, and though there’s nothing wrong with that length, I like to get lost in something that meanders around like Raskolnikov through the streets of Petersburg. Ann Zwinger, whom nobody outside of natural history has heard of but who is an incredible writer and teacher, told me that I am an “encyclopedic” writer. This causes me some heartache in the revision process when I have to cut at least a quarter of what I’ve written, but maybe that’s what makes me love a long book so much. I want it all, and deeply.
That’s why I like Tolstoy and Dostoyevsky–but more on the Russians later. I still have Raskolnikov on the brain, and I hope I get a chance to make a few notes before I am swept thoroughly away into the world of Cordelia.
And there we have it: to be swept away, transported, lost. That’s the thing! With a great, big, book, you’re in the fictional world longer, and the fiction is more real–if it’s true. A big book can give you more characters and can more closely elucidate the lives of those characters. The places and the movements of people through those places form patterns in the mind that sing and hum like memories of your own life in the “real world.” Or maybe they sing more clearly, with more truth, than your own memories.
Now it’s after 11:00, and I want to read, and maybe to get to sleep before it’s tomorrow. So I’m off to prop myself upon the pillow, and lose myself in Cordelia’s pillow book.
Because here’s the thing: I like a big, serious book. A big, real book. One that gives me characters that are not merely made-up fictions, but characters that are true, characters that exist so fully in their world that they live inside me, and so–as any beloved person does–they enlarge me. Dig that! To be enlarged. To extend the dimensions of heart and mind. To expand the soul.
Dig that.
Brian Mandabach is a writer and teacher who lives in Colorado Springs, Colorado. OR NOT is his first novel.