The Forgotten Fitzgerald
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’m putting the moral of this story right up front so no one misses it. Buy the book before it’s gone.
This is a lesson I learned long ago, but our Library of Forgotten Books project drilled the knowledge into me yet again. For the project, I (like everyone else in the store) had to choose a favorite book that had fallen out of the public eye and spotlight it so that a new audience could find the same joy in it that I did. Easy peasy. I’m often paralyzed by choice, but in this case I knew immediately who to turn to: Penelope Fitzgerald.
Born in England in 1916, she didn’t begin publishing fiction until she was in her sixties, but still produced nine classic novels along with several works of non-fiction and a pair of story collections. Before her death in 2000 she’d achieved considerable acclaim and even won a Booker Prize, but she modestly eschewed self-promotion and never reached as many readers as she deserved. And she deserves as many as she can get. Her work is always substantial, yet effortless to read, each novel a marvel of comic deftness....Read MoreEnder's Game: Coming Soon To Theaters Near You
Ender’s Game by Orson Scott Card came out when I was seven. My brother was obsessed with the book, and like any bratty younger sister, I refused to read it on the simple principle that he liked it so much. I also dismissed the entire genre of science fiction back then, after struggling to understand the hype about Frank Herbert’s Dune and failing miserably. (Should I try that one again 20-some years later? Feel free to speak up. Maybe I was just too young to understand it.)
In any case, my brother is a persistent guy, and a few years later he wore me down by writing a long inscription and gifting me my very own copy of Ender’s Game. It was probably my high school graduation or some such event, which my brother used to liken me to Ender. “You too are heroic,” he wrote, and with that kind of flattery I had no choice but to continue reading.
Dune became an absolutely terrible movie back in the 80s, but until now, no one has tried to butcher Ender’s Game. Although the film won’t be out until November 1st, the first trailer just started making the rounds....Read More
For Those Who Missed It: Jonathan Evison at Island Books

On Tuesday, May 7th, author Jonathan Evison paid a call on Island Books to celebrate the paperback publication of his novel The Revised Fundamentals of Caregiving.
It tells the story of Benjamin, on whom Fortune hasn’t smiled of late.
He’s down to his last dollar when forced to take a job as a caregiver
for Trevor, a nineteen-year-old kid confined to a wheelchair. The
friendship that unexpectedly—and sometimes painfully—grows inspires an
audacious sense of healing and forgiveness.
This was the third in our series of author talks presented in conjunction with the Mercer Island Arts Council (the first two events featured Maria Semple, author of Where’d You Go, Bernadette and Tara Conklin, author of The House Girl). Three terrific, award-winning authors, all speaking right here in downtown Mercer Island. We’ll continue to host authors next fall and really hope to share these remarkable events with more people. Hint, hint....Read More
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New from Khaled Hosseini
It was with anticipation that I stayed up late a few weeks ago to read my advance copy of And The Mountains Echoed by Khaled Hosseini. The book opens with a fable about parental love that a father tells to his son and daughter as they travel from their small Afghan village to Kabul. The story sets the stage for a novel about familial heartbreak and the length and depth of love.
The siblings Abdullah and Pari share a special bond. Since their mother’s death, Abdullah has basically been both father and mother to little Pari. So it’s with surprise and horror that upon their arrival in Kabul, their father sells Pari to a childless couple in order to make ends meet. The children are ripped apart and their lives are changed forever....Read More
The P.F.K.A.T.O.P., Wikipedia, and Women
In 1991, the shortlist for the Booker Prize, the UK’s most prestigious
literary award, consisted of six male authors and no women at all. To
that point, in fact, only ten percent of all shortlisted books in the
history of that prize had been written by women. But the 1991 list was
the one that sparked a movement of sorts, as a group was formed
dedicated to doing something about this particular kind of gender
disparity. By 1996 they’d launched their own award for women’s writing,
with a corporate sponsor to promote it and an anonymous donor who agreed
to contribute the funding for a £30,000 annual prize.
Thus was born the Orange Prize, open to female writers from any nation
whose books were published in the UK. Over the years, winners have
included Ann Patchett, Zadie Smith, Rose Tremain, Ann Michaels,
and many others. As of last year, the telecommunications company that
had long sponsored the prize decided to focus its efforts elsewhere, so
while new sponsorship is being sought, the award is officially referred
to as The Women’s Prize for Fiction. I prefer the handle my colleague
Cindy coined—The Prize Formerly Known As The Orange Prize, or The
P.F.K.A.T.O.P. for short....Read More
May 2013 eNewsletter
"Writing is, of all arts, universally admitted to be that which is most useful to society.
It is the picture of the past, the regulator of the future, and the messenger of thought."
—Motto of the International Association of Master Penmen, Engravers, and Teachers of Handwriting
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Our
editoral board met at Miriam’s house for breakfast last week to hash
out the May newsletter. Amidst coffee, croissants, and six month old
twins, I was assigned Mother’s Day for the theme of the owner’s letter.
It was impressive watching the mother of twins in action. It struck me
that these beaming, gurgling little people have absolutely no
idea of the sacrifices already made on their behalf and this is just
year one. When I
witness my wife tending our ripening fruit (ages 17 and 19), I am in
awe of her
ongoing versatility, capability and just sheer willingness to get out of
bed and care
for all of us each day. This is bigger magic than I can claim. Bigger
magic than I
can describe.
My mother passed last month after a long and mostly peaceful decline. My siblings and I are corresponding about an upcoming memorial service. Words have never seemed so inadequate and powerless. As with any great sacrifice or gift, there is really no way to express your gratitude. Billy Collins captures this perfectly in "The Lanyard" (yes, I am asking you to read another poem!–it's worth it):
The other day I was ricocheting slowly off the blue walls of this room, moving as if underwater from typewriter to piano, from bookshelf to an envelope lying on the floor, when I found myself in the L section of the dictionary where my eyes fell upon the word lanyard.
No cookie nibbled by a French novelist could send one into the past more suddenly— a past where I sat at a workbench at a camp by a deep Adirondack lake learning how to braid long thin plastic strips into a lanyard, a gift for my mother.
I had never seen anyone use a lanyard or wear one, if that’s what you did with them, but that did not keep me from crossing strand over strand again and again until I had made a boxy red and white lanyard for my mother.
She gave me life and milk from her breasts, and I gave her a lanyard. She nursed me in many a sick room, lifted spoons of medicine to my lips, laid cold face-cloths on my forehead, and then led me out into the airy light
and taught me to walk and swim, and I, in turn, presented her with a lanyard. Here are thousands of meals, she said, and here is clothing and a good education. And here is your lanyard, I replied, which I made with a little help from a counselor.
Here is a breathing body and a beating heart, strong legs, bones and teeth, and two clear eyes to read the world, she whispered, and here, I said, is the lanyard I made at camp. And here, I wish to say to her now, is a smaller gift—not the worn truth
that you can never repay your mother, but the rueful admission that when she took the two-tone lanyard from my hand, I was as sure as a boy could be that this useless, worthless thing I wove out of boredom would be enough to make us even.
Buy mom a card and this book of poetry. Make a small effort on her great behalf.
Warmly, MOTHER'S DAY IS SUNDAY, MAY 12TH
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Attempting an Audiobook
This past week I listened to my very first audiobook. Generally I prefer to take in information by reading with my eyes and reserve my ears for music. My husband, however, loves listening to NPR and talk radio. So as we embarked on a road trip from Mercer Island to southern California, I suggested we meet in the middle and try something new: an audiobook.
We each picked a title for which we hadn’t yet found the time. I chose In the Garden of Beasts by Erik Larson—not exactly light fare. The book is narrative nonfiction about America’s first ambassador to Hitler’s Germany, William E. Dodd and the critical period in history leading up to World War II. Larson draws a compelling picture of Berlin during the rise of the Third Reich and demonstrates why the world failed to understand the extent of the evil coming into power. Beasts was a huge bestseller and I know a number of people who found it fascinating. Since my husband likes history and nonfiction I thought we would both get into it....Read More
A Dance to the Music of Time: At Lady Molly's
At Lady Molly’s begins with Nicholas Jenkins, having broken
off his affair with Jean and now concocting “scenarios” for the film
industry, being introduced through a studio colleague to the slackly-run
home of the titular Lady Molly Jeavons, where he meets various members
of the sprawling Tolland family (of which Molly is a part) and hears the
news of Widmerpool’s engagement to an older woman, Mildred. Jenkins
later lunches with Widmerpool, who quizzes him awkwardly on the
propriety of premarital intercourse with one’s intended. Quiggin invites
Jenkins to weekend in the country with him and Mona, who have been
cohabiting since she divorced Templer. While there, Jenkins meets
Quiggins’ landlord, the wealthy but left-leaning eccentric Erridge, who
heads the Tolland family, and his sisters, realizing instantaneously
that he’s fated to marry the younger one, Isobel. Jenkins then dines at a
night club with a group that includes a jaundiced Widmerpool and his
fianceé. Mr. Jeavons confidentially reveals to
Jenkins a long-ago connection he has to Mildred, and dances her off as
Widmerpool retires from the scene because of his illness. Erridge
travels to China to investigate the political situation there, bringing
Mona with him and creating a minor scandal. Widmerpool’s engagement
founders, and Jenkins’ is made public. During another party at Lady
Molly’s, Mildred’s brother-in-law discreetly reports to Jenkins that she
dropped Widmerpool after a fumbling failure in the bedroom, immediately
followed by the appearance of the jilted fiancé, who offers Jenkins advice on marriage.
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Either the books are getting better or I’m becoming more amenable to Powell’s style (or both), because At Lady Molly’s was probably my favorite in the series so far. Long out of school, the characters seem to be playing for higher stakes, and their gossip is juicier than ever....Read More
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The Library of Forgotten Books
April 23rd is the International Day of the Book. It’s official—the UN
passed a declaration about it in 1995. Why did they pick that date?
Well, it’s Shakespeare’s birthday, for one thing. It’s also La Diada de
Sant Jordi, a major holiday in Barcelona and the rest of Catalonia since
the fifteenth century. In English, we call it St. George’s Day.
Historically, Catalonian men gave women roses on that day, and women gave men a book to celebrate the occasion—”a rose for love and a book forever.” In modern times, the books go to both genders, and half of all books sold in the region every year are exchanged on April 23rd.
A few years ago, an independent bookstore in Austin, Texas decided to bring this tradition to the US....Read MoreBooks In Light of Today’s Tragedies
After a week like the last one, I struggle with what to write in this venue. It would be silly of us to overemphasize the importance of books in light of the recent events. I’ve turned away from the half-finished pile of titles on my nightstands and tables to watch the news incessantly, even during a road trip to southern California visiting old friends and family. As I introduce my infants for the first time to important people in my life, I can’t help but feel the shakiness of the world they’re entering and worry about how they will understand the tragedies of our nation.
Before bedtime we hold our babies in our laps and read them a story, just as generations before us all over the world have put their kids to sleep. These enduring books, like Goodnight Moon, Where the Wild Things Are, and Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See? are a comfort: stories that remain unchanged in a constantly changing world. I see the safety these stories provide and they reassure me that my kids will always have one place to go where they will feel safe.....Read More















