I’m placing my energies into muchas ollas right now. Lengthy dispatches and bulleted bundles will return at their regular frequency just as soon as I take care of a few things. But I wanted to thank everyone who has contributed to the latest Segundo pledge drive. I have had to refund a few offers because of the conflict of interest policy, and I’m looking into the possibility of anonymous donations. Alas, short of a masked bagman in Midtown answering to the name of Emmuska Orczy IV, Paypal does not appear to have an option along these lines. This may be just as well. I’m still pondering the precise ethics of this.
Nevertheless, if you can throw in a few bucks to help us secure operations through the early fall, it would be much appreciated. (And remember, $10 gets you a chapbook!)
Thanks again!
The Call by Yannick Murphy: The always interesting author of Here They Come and Signed, Mata Hari returns with a novel that whips up a worldview from a rather quirky set of limitations: namely, the call logs that a veterinarian maintains as his son is unexpectedly put into a coma and an unforgiving economy denies him work. What emerges is a surprisingly optimistic, often funny, and very moving account on how one family uses acceptance and forgiveness as a way to atone for hard knocks. (
Birds of Paradise by Diana Abu-Jaber: Forget Franzen and Eugenides. If you're looking for a social novel that counts, Diana Abu-Jaber is the author you're looking for. Building from the free-form exploration of consciousness and identity in Crescent and the gripping procedural structure of Origin, Abu-Jaber's latest novel is her finest, equally fluent with gutterpunk culture and smarmy real estate men. It has been suggested by The Washington Post's Ron Charles that you will likely gain some pounds while reading this novel. This is certainly true. Abu-Jaber's description of food is so precise that it often made me want to do more cooking. But I very much admired the way in which Abu-Jaber presents all her characters as unwitting victims of rough capitalism, which permits them some dignity even as they perform terrible acts.
The Last of the Live Nude Girls by Sheila McClear: This memoir isn't so much about the decline of the Times Square peepshow, as it is about one young woman's efforts to pull herself up by by her bootstraps when presented with few economic options. Filled with self-introspective candor and a quiet dignity, McClear's story is one that might befall any of us in these volatile times. While McClear does get back on her feet, her book leads one contemplating the terrible fates of other young women now moving to New York and falling into deadlier vocations. (