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There's more to life than watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer! No. Really, there is! Honestly! Here's a place for Buffistas to come and discuss what it is they're reading, their favorite authors and poets. "Geez. Crack a book sometime."
I don't get why Oprah (apparently, I say, because this was described to me) expected him to be all thrilled about her choice of The Road for her book club.
He should be thrilled if he wants to sell a ton more books then he does normally. It is not an unreasonable expectation.
eta I think he is entitled to feel however he wants about being picked.
But he was being nice right? He wasn't being all asshatty about it? Like that one guy - who's name I cannot remember.
ETA: Jonathan Franzen - he's the guy.
if he wants to sell a ton more books then he does normally
I think his position was that he really doesn't care whether people read his books or not. But my impression was that he was pretty nice about it.
Okay -- over at Readerville the feeling was similar to your's - his body language indicated that he didn't want to be there, but he was gracious about it and Oprah didn't press him. (I can't believe I forgot it was on.)
A sweet story of father-son love? Uh, yeah, that's not exactly what I got out of The Road. Like, the kid was the only thing keeping the father from going completely feral. And the baby on the barbecue. There was a hell of a lot more going on in that novel than that the guy loved his kid. Although he did.
body language indicated that he didn't want to be there, but he was gracious about it and Oprah didn't press him.
that's cool. I love people behaving like grown ups!
It has the charm of novelty.
One of my favorite prose stylists, Annie Dillard, has a new novel out.
Some gorgeous examples of that prose:
“in her company he wrapped himself in misery like a robe. Between them self-consciousness bulked as a river silts its channel.”
“His hot eyes cooled. Invisible clouds blocked the sky and its atmospheres where noises of people dissolve. The sea beside him, a monster with a lace hem, drained east.”
“Twice a day behind their house the tide boarded the sand. Four times a year the seasons flopped over. Clams live like this, but without so much reading.”
I regret to have to say I dislike Annie Dillard's prose style enough that I wasn't able to make it through that famous book she wrote. Um, the one about the pond, or whatever it was.
But I did babysit for her 5 year old daughter Rosie once, when I was in high school. What a rambunctious kid.
Um, the one about the pond, or whatever it was.
corrected:
Pilgrim at Tinker Creek