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  • Adam Thirlwell: Politics: A Novel (P.S.)

    Adam Thirlwell: Politics: A Novel (P.S.)
    One would think this book is about sex, And while it is, since the characters have so much about it, some of it is kinky, and threesomes play a big role in the narrative. mostly POLITICS is about everything else: the mechanics, the logistics, the emotional minefields, the awkward questions, the moral dilemmas, and, well, the politics of what it is to be with someone you love or someone you don't, and how an act that should be simple is anything but. Thirlwell was disgustingly young when he wrote this but he absolutely understands that to make this book work, there must be an underlying sweetness and sincerity to the entire story. Now I want to see what he's up to more recently. Amazon | Indiebound | B & N | Borders | Powell’s

  • Jennifer Mascia: Never Tell Our Business to Strangers: A Memoir

    Jennifer Mascia: Never Tell Our Business to Strangers: A Memoir
    Years ago I was blown away by Mascia's Modern Love piece describing her parents' secret past: her father was a mobbed-up convicted murderer, and her mother not only knew all about it, but aided and abetted her husband when life required being a fugitive, selling drugs, and living at great highs and crushing lows. Mascia's book tells a more whole story about her peripatetic life, and even with every new shocking revelation what remained consistent was how much she loved her parents, no matter how deep those lows went, and how much she misses them now that they are gone. Unconditional love never goes away, no matter if those who receive it deserve it. Indiebound | Amazon | Borders | B & N | Powell’s

  • Juli Zeh: In Free Fall

    Juli Zeh: In Free Fall
    Give me a novel of ideas and if the story is good and the characters are believable and entertain me, I am there. Give me a crime novel of ideas, where two physics professors, friends and rivals, opposites but startlingly similar, do emotional battle on an intellectual canvas, raise the stakes through betrayal, the possible kidnapping of a child, and embroil a romantic-leaning police detective in the complicated machinations of quantum theory, and holy hell, I think I have myself one of my favorite books of the year. Powell’s | Indiebound | Amazon | Borders | B & N

  • Simon Lelic: A Thousand Cuts

    Simon Lelic: A Thousand Cuts
    It appears to be a crime with an easy solution: a disgruntled schoolteacher shoots up his place of employment and kills several students in the process. But really, Lelic's novel is about the catastrophic consequences of bullying, and how this act is hardly limited to kids turning on other kids, but burrows deeply into adult relationships as well. He evokes empathy for the killer and sympathy for Lucia, the investigating officer who has to fight for every scrap of dignity as she pieces together the far more complex truth of what really happened at the school. Powell’s | Amazon | Borders | Indiebound | B & N

  • William Lindsay Gresham: Nightmare Alley

    William Lindsay Gresham: Nightmare Alley
    I cannot stop raving about this book to people. The circular narrative structure, the demented feel of a traveling carny troupe, and the extraordinary rise and precipitous fall of Stan Carlisle give off the persistent, raging feeling that hell is always with us, and success is basically a sucker's game. No matter what the biographical evidence on Gresham's state of mind leading up to and after the book's bestseller (and movie basis) status in 1946, I don't think we can really know what demons plagued him to produce this marvelous noir gem. B & N | Indiebound | Amazon | Borders | Powell’s

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January 04, 2007

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Book Nerd

Whoa! I read KOCKROACH back in the fall, loved and have been recommending it since it came out, but I had no idea the author was a pseudonym. I assumed he was one of the post-McSweeney's crop of smart young pomo genre writers. How interesting to find out his alter ego. Impressive detective work, Madam -- I salute you!

Roddy Reta

Now all we need to know is who John Twelve Hawks really is. My vote goes to Ed Champion.

David Thayer

I'm a Lashner junkie so thanks for the detective work.

Lana Lang

I love Lashner's work, but I still find it annoying to see this work treated as a "debut" by reviewers when it obviously is no such thing. Kind of like the Richard Hawke and Lisa Unger books from last year.

David J. Montgomery

I agree with Lana. I, too, find this practice dishonest and annoying.

In my review of Richard Hawke's book I acknowledged the true author. It was a judgment call, but I decided it was relevant to the critique.

Who is Lisa Unger really? I got her new book a few weeks ago.

Lana Lang

Her real name is Lisa Miscione. She wrote four books for St. Martins before she adopted the Unger name, which is actually her married name.

Just to be clear, I don't blame the writers and I understand the realities of the market. I just don't like seeing publishers tout these books as debuts, which is dishonest.

David J. Montgomery

The aspect of the name game that I find strange is that the chain bookstores put up with it.

One of the main reasons the publishers practice this form of deception is in order to trick (for lack of a better word) the chains into ordering more copies of Jane Doe's book than they would if it were by Jane Roe.

But that's all just smoke and mirrors, and if the chains told them to stop, they would.

Richard S. Wheeler

I can understand Mr. Montgomery's reservations, but in fact authors sometimes have little choice. Ever since the appearance of computerized sales data by title and author, buyers for chains and distributors have known exactly how well any author does, and buy accordingly. The result can be brutal.

If an author's career is becalmed, or he is writing in a dead genre, such as western fiction, his only escape is the pseudonym, the one thing that trumps all that computerized data.

In other times, authors often resorted to pseudonyms to dodge contracts prohibiting them from selling to other publishers, or contracts in which the publisher has exclusive use of the author's name. Thus western author Will Henry also wrote as Clay Fisher (and neither of these were his real name).

David J. Montgomery

I don't blame the authors. It's the publishers that are making it happen.

Kevin Wignall

As a matter of interest, my contracts forbid me to write books for other publishers, even under a pseudonym.

As for the blame in this instance, David, I actually think the chains deserve the most of it. If you think about it, the easiest thing for a publisher to do is steer clear of an author who's failed in the past, because as Richard points out, the chains don't want to know you if you didn't sell last time around. I think it actually speaks to an integrity on the part of editors, a belief in the writing, even if they have to resort to underhand techniques to make it work.

All that said, I can see how frustrating it is for you reviewers. I'm still not sorry I changed my name from Dan Brown - it was just the shame of it I couldn't stand anymore!

David J. Montgomery

The reason I don't blame the chains in this case is because they're in the business of selling books, not publishing them. If they don't want to order a book by Author X, that's their business.

For the publisher, though, to attempt to circumvent this (and, often, to mislead the media and the public as well) by using a pseudonym is dishonest.

Just because someone won't buy your book (or sell your book), that doesn't mean it isn't at least a little ethically questionable to tell them it was written by someone else.

I don't think this is a big deal, but I do think it is somewhat disreputable.

Lana Lang

I blame the chains. They simply give up on novelists after just one or two books. Some novelists just need time to build. Harlan Coben's first two hardcover novels were flops, and he wrote for ten years before writing that breakout novel. My guess is that he would never have succeeded under the computerized ordering systems of today. The same thing could be said for the careers of James Patterson, Dean Koontz, etc.

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