Archive for May 2007

Rarely Kidlit

Every school day, my first grader daughter brings home a book to read aloud. And once a week, I visit her class and read books with her and some of her classmates. Most of the kids I read with have maxed out their reading level for the class, and are allowed to choose their books from the collective classroom shelf.

I’m really only supposed to read about ten pages of each book with them — and the other moms who volunteer usually do a good job of burning through the roster — but I have uppity ideas about how if the kids I’m reading with want to read the whole book and there’s time to do that, let ‘em. Sometimes the books are too long, though. There’s one kid I end up negotiating with pretty much every week because he always picks the Holy Grail of First Grade Reading, chapter books.

But lately…with the end of the school year just about three weeks away, all of my regulars have been phoning it in with their choices from time to time — stuff that takes five minutes from start to finish. What’s funny is that they’ll often pretty much admit it, so they take a minute or two to talk about the pictures.

My kid does this, too. But yesterday, she brought home The Park Book by Charlotte Zolotow. I’d never read it before, and it was really just sort of wonderful. The story is simple — 24 hours in a city park — but the telling is sophisticated in a way that kids can actually get something out of.

Let me back up for a second. In my brief career as a primary school reading helper, nothing has come to piss me off more than lame adult cleverness in kid’s books that (1) leave the kid-reader totally flailing and (2) once they DO climb the reading hill, there’s nothing there for them. I wish I had an example right at hand. Puns often do this, though. In first grade kids are starting to GET things like puns, but there’s nothing like struggling through something that’s just a little too erudite to really keep a kid interested in a book.

The Park Book, however, adds a layer by presenting characters according to details that reach a little outside of the immediate action. Example: A girl who goes to bed each night at seven-thirty plays on the see-saw with a boy who goes to bed each night at seven. The language is still simple, but the goings-on have more depth. There’s a way-of-the-world feel to it that isn’t at all alienating.  We had a nice time reading it together.

Tomorrow I’m totally expecting something like Let’s Talk About Plain White String for Four Pages to come home in my daughter’s backpack, of course.

It’s a 90 minute trip for me, otherwise I’d just stand outside and fog up the glass…

Something came up that took away the vacation time I was thinking about spending on BEA…but talk to me about the LBC thing on Thursday night. I could potentially swing it, even to the point of coming down to the city a little early if anyone needs dinner plans, but, well, I’m an introvert and where do introverts flex their social anxieties? On their blogs, of course! gnomeloaf at gmail.

Psst! You’re choosing the wrong blogs as examples!

HERE is where you’ll find the yammering that the self-appointed elite has been shaking their sticks at lately. Watch and learn below…

Say what you want about Dennis Kucinich, because plenty of people will probably say he’s doing all right. (His and hers MySpace pages!)

Why I’ve Been Weird Lately

I was working on a project and I thought it was going fairly well. Then two things happened, both of which were really stupid decisions on my part. One was submitting a completed section of it to a couple of places, and it coming back with a couple of no thankses. The other was thinking "Hey, this next section you’re about to write? It should be you!"

From a purely technical point of view, it wasn’t a bad idea. A 37 year old Connecticut woman who gets called a soccer mom in jest (hopefully) would have fit into the overall scheme of things very nicely. But it stopped me ice cold, harder than I think anything EVER has.

I am a little relieved, because I like to think that I moved out of autobiographical fiction a few years ago. Beyond the relief, though, it’s sucked. I suppose most people think of it as being blocked, but in my mind? It’s waiting. Not the that’s-cool-take-your-time type, either. It’s the sucky you’ve-read-all-the-magazines-in-the-dentist’s-office kind.

Even worse: I hate trying to force myself out of the waiting and not succeeding, repeatedly. I will never say that the Ass in Chair school of writing is garbage, ever. But my experience has been that if I have a six hour stretch to myself when I’m like this? MAYBE I will get out of it by writing. Lately, I don’t have six hour stretches to gamble like that. I tried a couple of weeks ago with three and a half. It was a bad scene.

In this case, I also hated not knowing if I should take the bigger project in a different direction or  crap it.

So…at the end of last week I had a quick thought (it was either driving or in the shower, predictable neurological venues) about how I could pick it up again. Then today, something happened that reminded me of the quick thought. So now I have to decide: Is this REALLY a good idea, or do I just hate waiting so much that I’m willing to say yes to pretty much anything at this point? I don’t know.

Here goes.

Hopefully, this won’t double post…what with blogging by email working so well…

“I am embarrassed that I’ve read a couple of his books and didn’t know about the epigraphs.” — Erin

I’ve been itching to check out The Pesthouse. But here’s the scoop on Jim Crace’s much-talked-about, um, other novel, Useless America. You can win a copy of it here.

Administrative note

I have reason to believe that some recent email to my Gmail address never arrived. If you’ve sent me something where you expected a response and did not receive one, I suggest you try again — and I apologize for any inconvenience this may have caused.

Kegstands!

I’m really getting a kick out of the party going on at Ed’s. Reload early and often.

Wheeeekend

Went to a wedding in western New York state, and a private school in North Carolina. Remembered to bring my gift, did not remember to bring tape tags.

All points bulletin to Overpriced Notebook enthusiasts
: I went to a Borders outlet store this weekend and not only were all Moleskine products 75% off list price, they were having a Buy-4-Things-Get-the-5th-Free sale.  I pigged out appropriately. (Note to Whitney: I also got a new t-shirt, but that was really the highlight of the day.)

Scarfing Three Year Old Cold Medications Linkbucket

A downright bizarre coincidence: Max’s great piece on limited edition novels — and me, yammering randomly two years ago to the day!

Million Writers Award Notable Short Stories of 2006! If I count correctly, there are 142 of them. That makes me happy…and I’ve got a massive headcold, so that takes some doing.

Here’s The Believer’s 2006 Book Awards, viewer’s choice, which I think look creepier with the blank spaces. (via)

A linkbucket with fluff is more like a linkbasket.

From the I’d Give It A Whack But My Schedule Sucks Files….The bickering, Black Rock-bound jungle trek of Sawyer and Locke = a postmodern variation of Leopold Bloom and Stephen Dedalus from James Joyce’s Ulysses and/or an ironic fabulization of Naomi and Ruth from the Book of Ruth. Or not. I mean, that’s a big pile of quasi-intellectual crap, isn’t it? Still, if you can do the actual hard work of fleshing out that sentence into a compelling, convincing 500-word essay, I’ll publish the best one and give its author a year’s subscription to Entertainment Weekly. (See? Now you’re taking it seriously, aren’t you?) Send it to JeffJensenEW@aol.com

Two weeks away only makes Tod ponder Jesus.

This is great: 18 year old Illinois teen is mastermind behind New York society website.

Not all video game storytelling is crap: for example, there’s more to Half-Life 2 than sweet graphics.