Tanenhaus Watch: May 1, 2005

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WEEKLY QUESTION: Will this week’s NYTBR reflect today’s literary and publishing climate? Or will editor Sam Tanenhaus demonstrate yet again that the NYTBR is irrelevant to today’s needs? If the former, a tasty brownie will be sent to Mr. Tanenhaus’ office. If the latter, the brownie will be denied.

This is the first of two concurrent Brownie Watches. Coachella pretty much precluded me from weighing in last week’s issue (May 1, 2005). It relaxed me to the point where I would have likely awarded Tanenhaus a brownie for simply existing. While I’m happy to give brownies to just about anyone, I think the readers here would be hard-pressed to argue that such generosity is fair or critical for the Brownie Watch. Since there are now reports circulating that Tanenhaus enjoyed his package of brownies, it is my seminal duty here to get Tanenhaus to salivate for more. And I should remind those paying attention to the Brownie Watch’s official policy that there are armies of brownie bakers who would happily provide Sam his sweet-toothed sustenance. They often weep profusely when Tanenhaus lets them down.

However, just as there is no such thing as a free lunch, here at Return of the Reluctant, we’re all too aware that there is no such thing as a free brownie.

So for completists, here’s the score:

THE COLUMN-INCH TEST:

Fiction Reviews: 1 one-page poetry review, 3 one-page fiction review, 2 half-page reviews. (Total books: 6. Total pages: 5.)

Non-Fiction Reviews: One two-page review, 3 page and a half reviews, 4 one-page reviews, 2 half page reviews. (Total books: 12. Total pages. 11.5.)

Pathetic! This is among the worst of Tanenhaus’s figures. Nonfiction coverage outweights fiction by more than 2 to 1! The telling disgrace here is that a miserly 30% of the May 1 issue is actually devoted to fiction.

Bad enough that Tanenhaus consistently scores under the 48% fiction minimum threshold. But scoring under 35% is a disgrace to the remarkable output of today’s contemporary novelists and poets. And it calls for some pugilistic intervention:

BROWNIE BITCHSLAP FACTOR: 30% devoted to fiction, Sam? Do you even care anymore? SLAP! (Minus .5 points.)

Brownie Point: DENIED!

THE HARD-ON TEST:

This test concerns the ratio of male to female writers writing for the NYTBR.

Continuing the sad trend of ladies left in the dustheap, there were eleven male writers to five female writers covering books in last week’s issue. Again, we have a situation that is completely fails to grasp the world population’s real demographics. And at a ratio of more than 2 to 1, the gloves once must again be unslipped from the hands.

BROWNIE BITCHSLAP FACTOR: Women are sexy and smart, Sam! Let them run like gazelles through your pages. SLAP! (Minus .3 points.)

Brownie Point: DENIED!

THE QUIRKY PAIR-UP TEST:

Fortunately, Tanenhaus recovers from the last two tests with a few inspired choices. He’s enlisted Jonathan Lethem to write a sizable review of Roberto Calasso’s K, a book of essays about Kafka that hasn’t received a lot of attention outside of The Weekly Standard. The fact that Calasso’s book is a translation and that Lethem himself gets some time to offer his own personal experience with Kafka and gets some time to champion the erstwhile Franz transforms what could have been a throwaway review into something that is both impassioned and informed. What’s particularly refreshing about Lethem’s essay is its earnestness. Lethem writes, “It’s a measure of Calasso’s accomplishment that his readings feel familiar, as though his erudition were inside us, a pre-existing condition only waiting for diagnosis.” This is the kind of sensory take on a semi-scholarly book that one doesn’t find very often in the NYTBR, let alone any newspaper review. What’s interesting is that Lethem doesn’t sacrifice too much in the way of addressing Calasso’s ideas. Given this careful balance, I certainly hope Tanenhaus enlists Lethem to write more essays.

It counts as a quirky pairup, even though it’s a mystifying one. John Grisham isn’t exactly known for his critical acumen, but Tanenhaus seems to believe that he can write about baseball. But the reality is that, outside of penning legal briefs, it’s doubtful that Grisham can write anything. Consider the lede’s passive voice: “The languid pace of baseball allows it to be enjoyed by those with even the most rudimentary knowledge of the game.” It only gets worse, as Grisham addresses the reader in second person as “you, the manager” and proceeds to turn a pretty damn rollicking sport into something that sounds as clinically preordained as root canal surgery initiated by Dr. Mengle. I could spend the next hour editing the clunky prose, the lack of focus, or the unfortunate second grade book report feel. But I have two issues to cover today and editing is Tanenhaus’ job, not mine.

Did Tanenhaus even edit Grisham? If Grisham had final edit, then I can only imagine the Hades that Times copy editors were put through as they tried desperately to turn a sow’s ear into a silk purse.

BROWNIE BITCHSLAP FACTOR: This isn’t so much a slap, as it is a call for self-respect. Don’t let the likes of Grisham appear again. SLAP! (Minus .2 points.)

Nevertheless, despite all this, we award Tanenhaus a brownie point for mixing it up better, although he should know better than to hire Grisham.

Brownie Point: EARNED!

CONTENT CONCERNS:

Deciding upon Kevin Young’s noir-influenced poetry for a page-length review shows a growing awareness of off-the-beaten-track content. But I’m wondering if Joel Brouwer is the right guy to cover it. Brouwer writes, “Why bother reading ‘Black Maria’ at all, when you could go to the movies instead?” Correct me if I’m wrong, but was this not the very question that Brouwer was hired to answer? Brouwer spends far too much time in his review trying to figure out his own perception of poetry, sticking with rudimentary statements like “Poetry celebrates the musicality of language” that he fails to really articulate what he thought of the book beyond a piecemeal assessment.

“You don’t need to read a book with a title like ‘Lost in the Forest’ to guess that Sue Miller will be using it to acquaint you with a wolf and a version of Red Riding Hood,” writes Kathryn Harrison. You also don’t need a one-page book review to suggest that Sue Miller is anything more than a straightforward novelist, let alone capable of compelling insight.

It went largely unremarked by my fellow colleagues, but I noticed that Laura Miller had taken some time off from the NYTBR‘s pages. It turned out to be a good idea. Her review of History of Love is actually imbued with a less hysterical (indeed, one might dare say, critical!) voice this time around. If Tanenhaus had any input here (“Laura, why don’t you be more constructive? Why not leave the bitterness to a minimum?”), we applaud it. Her review recalls the Laura Miller of old. Which is to say, someone who actually enjoys the reading experience. We hope to see more of this Laura Miller, as we haven’t seen her on a regular basis since about 1999. If she keeps this up, I’m almost tempted to send Miller a care package. Perhaps some jellybeans to encourage a sense of humor.

Idiot Photo Caption of the Week: “Orson Welles as he appeared (with Dorothy Comingore) in ‘Citizen Kane.’ Beneath the makeup, Welles was 25 years old.” No shit? Are there actually people around (perhaps readers who haven’t seen a single movie in their lives) who didn’t know this?

Boy, the ledes are extremely silly this week.

Benjamin Kunkel: “Fiction seeks to deliver life from mere literalism, to release people and things into a significance beyond themselves.” Yeah, that and a bunch of shrooms ingested just before a trip to Burning Man.

Walter Reich: “Were American troops killed in the Holocaust?” Well, as we all know, the Nazis served their POWs tea and crumpets.

Alissa Quart: “The alarmist nonfiction book is a staple in publishing.” And the generalization embedded within a lead sentence is a staple in book reviewing.

CONCLUSIONS:

It’s good to see that Tanenhaus rebounded from the previous week’s negative score. But a zero is still a zero. And we certainly hope that the skewered ratios seen in the May 1 issue won’t be a long-term fait accompli.

Brownie Points Denied: 2
Brownie Points Earned: 1
Brownie Bitchslap Factor: -1 point
TOTAL BROWNIE POINTS REQUIRED FOR BROWNIE DELIVERY: 2
TOTAL BROWNIE POINTS EARNED: 0 points

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In Tribute to International Haiku Day

1. This morning’s beauty
Sun shining on pallid flesh
Time for Coppertone

2. Four years for J-Franz
And still there’s no new novel
Remnick, why publish?

3. Sam, earn your brownie
You’re good enough to take risks
So why play it safe?

4. Bookpiles overflow
How will I read these authors?
Speedread? Not a choice

5. Ayelet needs journal
Or tranquil haikus. A therapist?
For personal woes

6. Haikus are nifty
They make me nice and toasty
No Foetry scam

7. Beatific books
Wall my hallways, line my bag
They like you too. Read.

8. Lazy Saturday
Don’t tempt me to do nothing
Weekends whoosh too fast

9. Drink too much coffee
Reliant on jitter gods
To not waste a day

10. People who send things
To my PO Box are sweet
Thanks. Will try to read.

11. To answer email
I’m trying, but there’s too much
Respond, if it’s months

12. Papers make me sad
No good news, just thugs and creeps
There are better folks?

13. Three overdue books
Librarians will ream me
Here, have my Visa

14. Will see my honey
Tonight, which is nice. Where to?
Must come up with plan

15. Three beer hangover?
I’m getting old, now cheap drunk
Drink lots of water

16. The hummer parks near
I have thoughts of smashing it
Teach it a lesson

17. Amazing how people
Waste time, money, energies
On picayune things.

18. Oh, that explains head
Forgot dinner. Despite friends
Telling me to eat.

19. Instead of violence
I’ll draft a law to fine fucks
Who park hummers here

20. Twenty haikus here?
Well, why not? Hope others will
Take up the pen now

Stet

For the most part, we’re big fans of editors. We firmly believe that they are sexy people, among the most underappreciated people ironing out the English language. Beyond functioning as a seminal second set of eyes, a good editor can save a writer’s ass (often with the writer unaware), tear an inflexible hothead a new one, or encourage a dispirited voice. Hell, we wish this blog had a damn editor so we’d refrain from rampant grammatical mistakes. (And please, dear readers, if you ever want to fact check our asses — as opposed to Xeroxing them — then we invite you to weigh in.)

Unfortunately, even a pan from a dependable river has its dregs. We refer our readers to the Cinetrix, who has revealed the horrors of bright and talented people being dumbed down by the pivotal magazines of our time, let alone criticized by readers who don’t appreciate the phrase “semaphore of pulchritude” in a major magazine.

Bill Bradley, assistant managing editor at the Nashville Tennesseean, noted recently that a Tom Colleen, Vandy resume story was changed, but the changes weren’t sports-related. And then there’s the Washington Post‘s desperate stab to draw readers: keep the stories shorter and add photographs. Which solves two problems in one go: you can cut down on editorial workload and give the people who hate fancy phrases the paper they want all in one go!

For our own part, we still plan to throw around the ten-cent word every now and then. And, yes, Mr. Birnbaum, that includes “jejune.”

But we still can’t help but wonder if there’s a happier medium between a well-edited paper and an independent site that shoots from the hip.

Sheckley Seriously Ill

Robert Sheckley, whose combination of comedy and science fiction is criminally underrated (and whose work inspired Douglas Adams), is in critical condition in Russia. Apparently, Sheckley went to Odessa to attend a science fiction writing forum and suffered from a respiratory insufficiency. What’s worse is that there seems to be a major struggle to get Sheckley into a state clinic.

I certainly hope Sheckley pulls through.