When I saw the envelope from the ABA in this morning’s mail, I figured it was just the latest dunning letter asking me to pay for fourteen years’ back bar association membership dues. But it turned out to be from the American Booksellers Association.
It seems that now all my books have to carry this advisory notice on the front cover:
Now I need to find a lawyer. I mean, a competent one. Does anyone know Maud Newton’s number?
…but they’re reading together Friday night at Bluestockings.
I tell them, “Boys, ya gotta promote yourselves once in a while! It wouldn’t kill you! Stop being so self-effacing all the time!”
But do they listen to their Uncle Richard? Not on your life! They’re a pair of shrinking violents, the two of them!
I heard what Tao said to Nick when he thought I was dozing off during The Price is Right: “What does he know, he was born in the Truman administration!”
Feh. I don’t know what’s wrong with these kids today, they’re like Casper Milquetoasts or something. That’s why I had to tell them to call the Bluestockings reading “Hot Young Live Sexy Debut Novelists.”
It will also feature the lovely Douglas Light and the debonair Deb Olin Unferth. Remember, 7 p.m. Friday at my favorite Lower East Side radical feminist bookstore, Bluestockings. And I think you can nosh on something while they’re reading.
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UPDATE: Go know, I’ve just been informed that I am supposed to be reading with Tao, Dan Hoy and Ellen Kennedy for 3:AM Magazine tonight at Galapagos Art Space. But my VCR’s on the fritz, it’s One Tree Hill night, and I think that new girl is going to tell Lucas that it was Dan, not Jimmy, who killed his uncle. Plus, it’s sweeps month, I’m a Nielsen viewer, and if I go, the CW loses its entire 55-and-over demographic. The network can kiss those Polident and Depends ads goodbye! What a revolting development this is.
You’ve seen the headlines:
Blog de soldado americano no Iraque ganha prêmio
US-Soldat gewinnt Preis für Irak-Tagebuch im Internet
Le Blooker Prize 2007 pour un blog militaire
Катька над Ираком в камышах
Blooker-Preis für das beste Buch nach einem Weblog
Sách về chiến tranh Iraq đoạt giải Blooker
Now read the press release.
(Okay, I’m sarcastic because my blook didn’t win.)
Not all of the people I wrote about in my 1979 “Some Young Writers I Admire” article were my friends. Although I’ve sometimes seen Brad Gooch around town – I think the first time I noticed him was in the early ‘70s at the GAA Firehouse, where he seemed embarrassed as a Pulitzer Prize-winning poet tried to pick him up – I’ve had only a few conversations with him, the last during a car ride over Biscayne Bay during the 1993 Miami Book Fair International, where I was appearing for the anthology Mondo Barbie and he was promoting his biography City Poet: The Life and Times of Frank O’Hara.
Back in 1977, though, I was the first person to review Brad Gooch’s first book of poetry, The Daily News — for Charles Plymell’s small press review magazineNortheast Rising Sun. The Daily News was published by Kenward Elmslie‘s ‘s Z Press, an outgrowth of Z, the litmag at the St. Marks Poetry Project, and I was knocked out by its initial sonnet sequence and the other terrific poems in the book.
Since then, Brad’s had an amazingly eclectic publishing career. He’s an English professor at William Paterson University in New Jersey and writes for Travel + Leisure, Harper’s Bazaar, The New Republic, and Vanity Fair. Still living in New York City, he’s published several novels, short story collections, biographies, advice books and volumes of carefully-researched journalism.
Among his many books are Golden Age of Promiscuity, Scary Kisses and Finding the Boyfriend Within. (I especially have taken the last book to heart, as I’m dating myself with these posts.)
For a long time now, Brad’s had far more impressive boosters than I. Commenting on Brad’s last book, Godtalk, Gore Vidal wrote, “On so hot a subject as religion in America, Brad Gooch is as serenely cool as Tocqueville was on an equally hot subject, democracy in America; and as irresistibly readable.”
I just read this paragraph in an essay from one of the smartest, hardest-working students I have. I understand his meaning perfectly.
There some people who think money makes you upper class. If boy from the South Bronx projects, who makes five million dollars from records sales as a rapper, upper class even if he did not finish high school ,and reads at a 8th grade level. He will fix in with the high rollers of the rap entertains, but not would find it very difficult to socialize with the Kennedy’s or Rockefellers. Who are people of old money, educators, and very high society, however if you put Dr. Bill Cosby in the same room with the Kennedy’s and Rockefellers he would excel on all levels.