Wednesday, 01 June 2011 00:00
You may know Marcia Clark as the lead prosecutor in the O. J. Simpson trial. But if that’s all you know about her, you have some catching up to do. Clark has launched a new career as a novelist with Guilt by Association, a legal thriller featuring District Attorney Rachel Knight.
As if prosecuting crime as part of LA's Special Trials Unit weren’t enough, Knight finds herself ensnared in the circumstances surrounding a colleague’s death. According to a Publishers Weekly starred review, “Readers will want to see a lot more of Knight, who combines strength of character and compassion with all-too-human foibles.” Reviewers praise Clark’s humor, fast-paced plotting, and of course, her authenticity. You can read an excerpt from the novel here.
Clark will be visiting BookBalloon on June 22 to chat about Guilt by Association and answer questions from readers. Don’t miss this chance to get in on one of the most exciting debuts of the year.
Forum participation requires registration, which is free.
Tuesday, 26 April 2011 00:00
The Movie Club has scheduled The Death of Mr Lazarescu for its June discussion.
Variety was right when it called this film "unexpectedly mesmerising."... The Death of Mr Lazarescu grips like an Arthur Miller play.... Four months after having seen this film, I wonder why it still moves me so much. -- Mark Cousins
- Cannes: Un Certain Regard Award
- Chicago International Film Festival: Special Jury Prize
- Copenhagen International Film Festival: Jury Special Prize
Friday, 21 January 2011 17:31
Here at BookBalloon, we're following along with the Library of America's Story of the Week project: "Every Monday The Library of America will feature a free Story of the Week. It could be anything: a short work of fiction, a character sketch, an essay, a journalist’s dispatch, a poem. What is certain is that it will be memorable, because every story is from one of the hundreds of classic books of American literature published by The Library of America."
Join us in the Reading Club as we discuss these classics. Forum registration is free.
Thursday, 20 January 2011 23:01
We highly recommend:
1. Kings of the Earth - Jon Clinch
2. Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet - David Mitchell
The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks - Rebecca Skloot
3. Next - James Hynes
4. Freedom - Jonathan Franzen
5. The Lonely Polygamist - Brady Udall
Wolf Hall - Hilary Mantel
6. Nashville Chrome - Rick Bass
Crooked Letter, Crooked Letter - Tom Franklin
Faithful Place - Tana French
Major Pettigrew's Last Stand - Helen Simonson
7. Cassandra at the Wedding - Dorothy Baker
8. At Mrs. Lippincote's - Elizabeth Taylor
Composed: A Memoir - Rosanne Cash
Gold Boy, Emerald Girl - Yiyun Lee
I Shall Wear Midnight - Terry Pratchett
Kraken - China Mieville
The Lacuna - Barbara Kingsolver
The Nobodies Album - Carolyn Parkhurst
The Passage - Justin Cronin
So Much for That - Lionel Shriver
Stitches - David Small
The Surrendered - Chang-Rae Lee
A Visit from the Goon Squad - Jennifer Egan
9. Before They are Hanged - Joe Abercrombie
The Cookbook Collector - Allegra Goodman
The Hand That First Held Mine - Maggie O'Farrell
The Last Argument of Kings - Joe Abercrombie
Lord of Misrule - Jamie Gordon
The Moonflower Vine - Jetta Carleton
The Slap - Christos Tsiolkas
Congratulations to all of our winners! May 2011 be as great a reading year or even better!
Written by Lauren Baratz-Logsted Monday, 16 August 2010 14:15
Early Friday evening, it was still light out and I was sitting on the small bench outside my small home, reading a book. One of the great joys of my life is reading on that bench. One of the hazards of reading on that bench is that any acquaintance who happens by immediately assumes that I am looking for conversation. I could tell these chatty people that if that were the case I would not have my nose in a book, but that would be rude. So on early Friday evening when I was sitting on the bench reading a marvelous novel by Stephen McCauley called Insignificant Others and an acquaintance happened by, I patiently closed my book. We’ll call the acquaintance, a male, X. Here is the conversation that transpired:
X: What’s the book about?
Me: Well, soon after it opens, the main character discovers that his longtime partner is having an affair with another man. But no sooner does the reader start feeling sympathy for the main character—so harsh, discovering it via text message!—than the reader also discovers that the main character has had his own affair going on with another man for quite sometime. It’s very good.
X: Oh. So all the characters are gay then?
Me: Well, not all the characters. The women aren’t and a fair number of the men aren’t either, just the main ones.
X: I see. I started to read a gay book recently but there was a lot of in-your-face sex right at the beginning, so I stopped. I wonder if a woman would have the same reaction.
A couple of things could have happened at this juncture in the conversation. I might have asked the title of the book so that I could be the test woman for its frank depiction of gay sex. I might have asked X if he had similar reactions to books with in-your-face straight sex so I could better deduce if my acquaintance were a true reading homophobe or just generally put off by graphic sex. But neither happened because another acquaintance came wandering by, also assuming I’d prefer to talk than read, and the conversation ended there. It’s stayed with me in the days since, however, sparking a series of cartoon-like thought bubbles to appear over my head. The following are some of the thoughts that filled those cartoon bubbles.
How did I, a straight woman, wind up on a bench reading a book by a gay man about a gay relationship?
There’s a pretty straightforward answer really. I’d returned books to the library and was looking through the New Fiction section when the title caught my attention: Insignificant Others. I hadn’t heard of the book before, which can sometimes be a good thing, and the title promised intelligence and humor, so I pulled it from the shelves. The cover was not hugely appealing—I didn’t care for the combination of colors of the two men’s ties depicted—but beneath the author’s name, Stephen McCauley, it said “author of The Object of My Affection.” Since I’d enjoyed the movie made from that book, I decided to read the inside flap. I didn’t read the whole thing. Instead, my eyes were drawn to the fifth paragraph, which was enclosed in quotes, a brief excerpt from the book: “In the three years I’d known Benjamin, I’d come to think of him as my husband. He was, after all a husband, and I saw it as my responsibility to protect his marriage from a barrage of outside threats and bad influences. It was the only way I could justify sleeping with him.” Since I was in the mood for something intelligent and humorous depicting the folly of we mortals, I added the book to the growing stack in my arms and continued browsing.
As the first cartoon bubble filled over my head I realized that had I been browsing the bookstore instead of the library, I’d never have picked up this book, not unless the publisher had paid for front-of-store co-op. I’d have never picked it up because I never would have even seen it.
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