Showing posts with label Patron. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Patron. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 8, 2009

A reputation made

Once popular, an author has a built-in audience. Witness Dan Brown, whose Da Vinci Code made his name: his new book, The Lost Symbol, has 231 holds in the large print version, and 688 on the regular-type version.

Equally, Pat Conroy's new book, South of Broad, has 569 holds on first copy returned of 203 copies. Nicholas Sparks is also an established favorite; his latest, The Last Song, has 390 holds on first copy returned of 57 copies.

Publishing thrives, perhaps even survives, on this phenomenon: guaranteed readers.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

For the relief of unbearable urges

A patron asked for For the relief of unbearable urges by Nathan Englander. I'll have to take a look.

Thursday, February 26, 2009

It Happened Tomorrow

A regular patron told me about this film: It Happened Tomorrow

Monday, February 9, 2009

A suitable boy


Vikram Seth.
New York: HarperCollins, 1993.
1,394 pages

Set in newly independent India, Nehru's early 1950's, this adipose saga counterbalances a book of social manners--the marrying off of a well-to-do educated young woman, Lata Mehra--with a historical account (even at the level of transcribed parliamentary debate) of the subcontinent trying to find its societal bearings vis- -vis language, religion, and the redistribution of estate-lands taken off the hands of the elite. Set mainly in Brahmpur, the story encompasses four well-off families, with a focus mostly on the younger members--poets, academics, playboys, newlyweds--who stitch a pattern of peccadillo through their elders' expectations. Meanwhile, Seth, whose California novel in verse, The Golden Gate (1986), was clever and energetic in concept but dull and soapy in final effect, falls into the same trap here: lots of stuff obviously--at a marathon 1300-plus pages--but characters made out of clich , with background-India the very stuffed pillow of local color that keeps them standing. The book, too, fairly squeaks with its own pleasure in itself, larded with poetry and a general recommendation of art over politics and money: the characters it spends the most time over are narcissists. Anyone wanting to read how a marriageable daughter can X-ray a whole society ought to let this cream-puff-wrapped-in-a-cinder-block pass and return to Tanizaki's classic Japanese masterpiece, The Makioka Sisters. Fat (the publishing world's delayed reparation for Rushdie's Satanic Verses?) but fatuous. (First printing of 100,000; Book-of- the-Month Dual Selection for May) Copyright 1999 Kirkus Reviews

The senator's wife, by Sue Miller

A patron asked for this one today.
http://contentcafe2.btol.com/ContentCafe/Jacket.aspx?UserID=ALIS&Password=BT0189&Return=1&Type=M&Value=9780307264206