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Books: Picks and Pans of 2012

I must tip my hat to my old college roommate — Kathy — who sends a Christmas card each year that includes a list of all the books she’s read during the year, as well as those of her husband and two daughters. I look forward to her card so I can compare my reading year to hers. I will never forget the year we moved and her card never made it to my new house. I was bereft. So here’s to Kathy and a happy 2013 of reading to all.

In order of worst to best:

Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet by Jamie Ford — I am not sure if I was more appalled by the writing, the plot or the fact it’s been on the New York Times Best Seller List for months. This is Bugsy Malone meets World War II, a tear-jerker in which improbably enough, two 12-year-olds fall in love. It is chock full of modern sentimentality which makes much of the actions of the cast (and I mean cast since all of the characters are made of cardboard) seem inauthentic for the 1940s. If it hadn’t been a pick for my book club I would have tossed it after the first chapter.

Fordlandia by Greg Grandin — The topic was interesting . . . Henry Ford’s venture into creating a rubber plantation in Brazil. And I did learn a few interesting facts; i.e., rubber is native to Brazil and hence has many natural enemies so when rubber tree seeds were spirited out of the country and planted in southeast Asia, they thrived without the disease and insects from their native land. This fact was lost on Mr. Ford. The problem with this book? The story only provides enough material for a long magazine article. A lot of redundancy and beside-the-point side trips.

People Who Eat Darkness by Richard Lloyd Parry — Yeah, I know. Great title. I had to read it. Besides, it is the true story of an English girl who is working in a Japanese bar as a “hostess” and suddenly disappears. The first three-quarters of the book was a page-turner about all sorts of twisted people and lifestyles, mostly in Tokyo’s murkier districts. But once we know what happens to the girl, the rest drags. Still, it’s worth picking up if you like true-life crime stories.

The Night Circus by Erin Morgenstein — Since this was also a book club choice and a best seller, I went in with low expectations. It is hard not to like this books since the writing is quite lovely, and the love story between the main characters sizzles. My biggest complaint is that the plot tends to drift, and there are a lot of unanswered questions at the end of the book, which is a pet peeve of mine.

No Longer a Gentleman by Mary Jo Putney — Since I began writing romance, I no longer read it. I don’t want to subconsciously absorb other writer’s ideas. Also, I need a break from romance after working on my own. But now and then, I just want something delightful to read with lots of drama and a happy ending. This particular book was a recommendation from Oprah, who doesn’t often recommend romances. Fun read with a wounded hero and a fearless heroine. Good for beaches, airports, standing in long lines, etc., or wherever you need a quick escape.

Midnight in Peking by Paul French — This was another nonfiction book set in one of my favorite time periods, the 1930s. The setting is the English quarter of old Peking on the eve of the Japanese invasion. It is a murder mystery surrounding the discovery of the mangled body of a young English woman. The book traces her life and last days, as well as the investigation by the English, Chinese and, subsequently, the Japanese. If you like period pieces and a good mystery, you’ll enjoy this book. A great cast of dissipate, sinister characters.

Gabriel’s Woman by Robin Schone — As I mentioned before, I don’t read much romance anymore, but I met Robin at a meeting of my writer’s group, the Chicago North Chapter of the RWA. She came with Kathryn Falk, who is the founder of RT Book Reviews. Robin gave a very nice talk so I wanted to read one of her books. Gabriel’s Woman was orginally published in the 1980s and is one of the first “erotic” romances. It also has the psychologically scarred hero who is saved by the innocent love of a woman . . . a popular theme for romances of that period. I loved it.

Kingdom of Stangers by Zoe Ferraris — I blogged about this book this past summer so I won’t go into detail here. I will simply say that I am curious about the middle east and day-to-day lives in places like Saudi Arabia. Great insight, plus a killer is on the loose.

Before I Go to Sleep by S.J. Watson — It is not often that I am fooled by a twist in a book that upon reflection makes total sense. This reminded me of the movie “Sixth Sense.” Great story and lots of twists and turns that will keep you turning pages until well past midnight. Read this book.

The Orphan Master’s Son by Adam Johnson — My favorite book of the year. In addition to my fascination for all things 1930s, middle east and World War II, I am interested in North Korea. It started last year when I read “The Ginseng Hunter” for book club, which chronicled some of the experiences of North Koreans during the recent famine. Although “The Orphan Master’s Son” is written by an American, it does not lapse into an American POV (look at our supermarkets, free speech!, we can pursue our dreams, etc.). The viewpoint is always North Korean and the characters are more savvy about the world than I would have expected. Still, life in North Korea is harsh and uncertain, and I was cheering on the intrepid, unforgettable hero as he navigated the dangerous political waters of this closed, brutal nation.

That’s it. I wish you a happy and fruitful new year. See you all in 2013.

The Really Truly Most Fascinating People of 2012

I read that Barbara Walter’s was going to let us know who the 10 most fascinating people of 2012 were. I did not see the list, but I suspect that it has the usual line up of over-exposed celebrities and politicians with perhaps an everyman hero and murderous dictator thrown in to prove Ms. Walter’s broad-mindedness and general all-around gravitas.

It made me think that I should a do a list of some truly fascinating people. Because I didn’t know Barbara was going to do this, I didn’t start preparing until this week, so it’s an abbreviated list. In 2013, I am going to keep my eyes out for fascinating people right from the start, but here’s my offering on short notice.

7. All the Turkish guys who are going to France for mustache transplants. A doctor based in Paris says that he performs 50-60 procedures every month. As I live in a land of relatively clean-shaven men if you don’t count the Hollywood affinity for beard stubble this seems odd. But “thick, handsome mustaches” are symbols of “masculinity, virility, wisdom and maturity.” I am having a hard time understanding how wisdom and mustaches go together especially as I consider some of the lunatics who have sported them. And then there’s this: “According to one research paper, mustaches with dropping sides signify a considerative, nationalist bent, left-wingers favor mustaches like Stalin . . .”

6. Guarding the dress. In the spring I happened upon a story about a wedding dress with a 1.85 mile train. It was “unveiled” in Bucharest where its length was demonstrated by a model in a hot air balloon, which was “mostly ignored by unimpressed bystanders.” Me too. The fascinating part for me was the heavily armed police with bullet-proof vest guarding the “three miles of taffeta and 18 feet of lace.” Who would try to steal this? Why?

5. The CIA agent who is having trouble at work. Let me just say that I have always wanted to be a spy . . . until now. It turns out that CIA officers tend to be jerks. Anyway the lady agent “whose persistent pressure to track Al Qaeda couriers helped lead the way to bin Laden’s compound” is having trouble at work. She has been passed over for promotion after alienating her coworkers. Apparently after the raid she was awarded a special honor along with a few coworkers to which she responded that “only she deserved the award, since everyone else tried to get in her way when she knew she was right.” So there.

4. The murderer who tried to frame a cat. If anyone wrote this story as fiction, they would be laughed out of the publishing industry. A man in Granite City, Illinois, was planning to force his victim into a hot tub, then toss in a radio and a cat so it would look like the cat accidentally electrocuted the victim. The problem is obvious. It is nearly impossible to set this up without some help. I mean you have to get the victim into a swimming suit or whatever, then get him to stay in the hot tube while you grab the radio and the cat. The man he recruited wasn’t keen on helping even after our murderer offered to disguise him “using makeup tricks he learned in college.” Of course dead cats tell no tales so the makeup wouldn’t have been critical. Still, it was a thoughtful gesture. Unfortunately the recruit was not impressed and spilled the beans — or should I say kibble —  to his parole officer.

3. The “nearly 2 dozen” kindergartners suspended for “allegedly” exposing themselves. Seriously? As a five-year-old, I didn’t consider clothing to be mandatory but I was not “exposing” myself. This incident is more mystfying that fascinating and goes to show how silly zero-tolerance and grown-ups can be sometimes.

2. Argentina’s lawmakers. Whenever I see the words “sex” and “slaves” in the same headline, I am going to read the story. Call me a thrill-seeker if you must, but I cannot help myself. So I read a story about an Argentinian mother who’s daughter was kidnapped and sold to a brothel and how this mother posed as a pimp to go to houses of ill-repute and look for her. (I predict a Lifetime movie in the near future.) Anyway, the poor girl was never found, which is truly tragic. The fascinating part of this story comes near the end of the article: “Argentina outlawed human trafficking in 2008 . . . ” Does this mean that human trafficking has been legal in Argentina all this time?

1. The man who fell from the sky. As a writer, I occasionally come across a story that inspires me to write, and this was one of them. It happened in London in September when a neighborhood woke up on a Sunday morning to discover an unidentified young man laying crumpled in their street. It turned out that he’d fallen from a jet as it lowered its landing gear on the way into Heathrow. Mercifully, he was already dead when he fell, but tragically he probably died of either oxygen starvation or hypothermia within an hour of taking off from Angola. He was an African man in his 20s, but no one knows who he was or where he came from or why he stowed away on the plane. This is a story that should be told. No human being should die alone and anonymously. This is one reason I like fiction. It gives writers a chance to imagine and create lives and celebrate the spirit of truly fascinating people.

Next week I will not be writing a blog due to the holidays. But the following week I am gearing up to list my favorite reads of 2012, which will (hopefully) come to an even 10. Well, I better get busy reading. Happy Holidays!

Holiday Shopping

At Christmas you are allowed to go crazy and buy all the wierd things you want, then before you can feel stupid, you can wrap them up and give them to your loved ones and friends.

For example, I was looking for a nice hostess gift for a friend of mine, and googled “hostess gifts.” This brought up the Crate & Barrel site. The first item was “Christmas Tree-to-Be,” which is a bag of dirt and a pine tree seed. I really want to buy this to see if it works, but I can’t think of anyone to give it to, and I probably shouldn’t attempt to grow it myself. What with my murderous history with plants and all.

There were a few other head-scratchers on their suggestion list like the “5-piece beer sampler set.” From the description, you might imagine five bottles of beer. But you’d be wrong. Actually it’s five empty glasses numbered 1-5. I don’t get it.

The oddest hostess gifts are the set of four toothbrushes (seriously) and a “silver clothes pin.” I understand what the toothbrushes are for (an especially thoughtful hostess gift if you plan on passing out at the Christmas party and spending the night), but what earthly good is a clothes pin, silver or otherwise. I think I’ll bring my tried and true friend, the wine bottle.

For the man in your life, “Uncommon Goods” has a lot of uncommon stuff on their website. The first gift suggestion “for men” was a Toggle Switch. I was mystified by this item, which is basically a light swtich turned inside out so all the mechanics are showing. My husband would like this, which is why I’m not buying it. I will probably wake up some morning and discover myself in a steampunk nightmare.

Whiskey stones are big this year over at Uncommon Goods, although why anyone would want to put stones in their whiskey is beyond me. Also, since when are stones “uncommon?” A bit less common is the stone whiskey dispenser. Not sure why this is necessary. Maybe I’ll just get him the whiskey and skip the stones.

Brookstone suggest Nose & Ear Trimmers for the man in your life. I’ll bet this makes a stunning gift (not that I plan to find out). Or you can go with the Nap Robe for the “silkiest, most touchable fabric . . . for lounging.” If your man needs this sort of encouragement to “lounge,” by all means pick one up for $69.99, but be prepared to mow the lawn yourself on weekends.

 I landed in the Gadgets and Gear website while searching for a gift for my little grandson. I was attracted by the “mustache pacifier” for $12.95. This pacifer is made of clear plastic except for the mustache painted on the lip. When a child sticks the pacifier in his mouth, he looks like he has a mustache. Endless cheap merriment for the rest of us on Christmas.

Finally, for you guys out there, a few shopping tips. Uncommon Goods suggests “Salts of the World Test Tube Set” or the “spongester” (a stainless steel rack for your lady’s kitchen sponge). Brookstone rolls out ”elastic shoe laces” and the “App-controlled wireless spy tank.” 

Guys, I do NOT recommend any of these items unless you want to be wearing the stone whiskey dispenser on your head on Christmas morning. Something shiny from the local jeweler would be a much safer bet.

 

Big Earrings

There’s just something about big earrings that I love. A gal at work showed up with huge silver swirl earrings, three-tiered, nearly resting on her shoulders.
“Love your earrings,” I said.
“You mean my chandeliers?”
I laughed. “I have some chandeliers, but I’m embarrassed to wear them.”
She knew exactly what I was talking about.
I bought the coolest earrings in the world in a little seaside town in central California. They were on sale (of course). I was in love the moment I set eyes on them. Sort of Indian Princess meets Princess Di.
I picked them up. “Only twelve dollars?”
I inspected them. “There must be something wrong with these things.”
I could detect no flaws. I held them up to my ears. Sparkle-y, dangle-y dangles glittered in the sunlight.

I had to have them.
It’s been a year since I carried home my prize, and I still haven’t worn them. Oh, I’ve put them on many times, but the right occasion never seems to present itself. They are too dramatic for church, too casual for a wedding reception, too sparkle-y for work, too obvious for lunch.
At one point, I decided that it wasn’t the occasion that was the problem, it was my outfit. Maybe something subdued, modest even, would be the proper setting for my “chandeliers.” I bought a navy blue turtleneck. Now I just need to find a place to wear the turtleneck.
You’re probably thinking to yourself, “Doesn’t Mari have more important things to worry about?’
Yes! Of course I do . . . which makes my chandelier earring problem so tragic.

Facebook Rant + Naughty Dogs

I used to visit my Facebook page almost every day, but I haven’t looked at it in over a month. Here’s why: Someone I sort of knew in college asked to friend me, and I said yes. She was a quiet girl, very thoughtful, so I was happy to include her.

Something happened to her since college. She’s become a very angry American citizen who posts dozens of —-wing shibboleths daily. They aren’t even original. She must spend hours surfing the net for super negative stuff to post. I hate to do it, but in order to enjoy Facebook, I am going to have to block her.

I don’t mind people posting their thoughts about our current political situation. That’s perfectly fine. But be positive and be original. If you’re listening, I’m talking to you M— M—.

On a happier note, I love dogs, even the naughty ones. Our little bichon, Bailey, passed away a few years ago. But when he was with us, we always knew when he had done something naughty because he’d hide under the table when we came in the room.

“Bailey, where are you? Come here.”

He’d burrow deeper under the table.

That’s when we started looking around for whatever surprise he’d left us.

There is a website that I recently discovered that is very funny. Dog owners posts photos of their dogs along with a sign describing some hilarious misbehavior. For example, one dog had a sign that said, “I stole a loaf of bread and hide it for a month.” Another had a toilet seat around his neck with a sign that read, “I like to drink toilet water, but I didn’t figure on this complication.”

If you would like to see the site for yourself, it’s at dog-shaming.com

 

A Day in the Life

Although I style myself as a writer and blogger, I spend most of my day behind a desk. Yes, I am a desk jockey who fortunately has access to the internet. That and my writing keep me from jumping out of my office window. For those of you unfamiliar with the thrills of office life, here is a snapshot from today.

Phone rings.

Me: “Hello?” (It’s a lady from the audit department)

She: “You’re going to kill me.”

Me: (With sinking heart) “Oh good.”

Yup.

Then I go home to my husband, Mr. Meat-and-Potatoes who must create the nightly menu. Sometimes I try to squeeze a pasta dinner in, but not much gets past the chef.

Me: “How about spaghetti for dinner. I made sauce this weekend.”

Mr. M&P: “You go ahead. I’ll have the leftover pork roast.”

Double yup.

After dinner I go upstairs and work on my next novel, which I have tentatively titled: “Luck Is a Lady.” I’m trying my hand at a true mystery woven into the romance, or maybe the romance is woven into the mystery. In a few weeks, I’ll send my first chapters to a fellow author for review. We’ll see what she says.

No food tip or recipe this week — you get leftovers, too — but I am three week away from the debut of my first e-book, Holding Out for a Hero. I am including a picture of the cover with the post providing I figured out how to do it.

Country Music Confession

When I was about 11, my father got it in his head to take the family to the Ozarks for vacation. I only have two memories of the trip: A family at the resort with five daughters whose names all began with the letter “T,” which fascinated me at the time, and a song that came on the radio every 30 minutes: “I’m Walkin’ the Floor over You.” It was twangy and drawly, and made me crazy, but it was the only station we could get on the radio. For about a  year afterward, my father sang the song in the morning as he got ready for work, which made me crazy too.

Country music has come a long way, and I love it now. My iPod is full of country music from all the greats like Carrie Underwood, Taylor Swift, Rascal Flatts, Brad Paisley . . . The list goes on.

Soooo, I was bummed last night when Skylar Laine was voted off America Idol. She has a lot more talent than Scotty and Lauren from last season, and she was fun to watch. What a firecracker! She would make a great heroine for a romance novel. Hmmm.

Winning America Idol seems to be indicative of nothing, just ask Jennifer Hudson, so I suspect that we will be seeing more  of Skylar in the years to come, and I am looking forward to it.

I am an unabashed northern girl so I don’t know much about southern cooking. However, in Skylar’s honor I would like to propose a twist on traditional strawberry shortcake, which seems like a treat that may have southern roots.

Instead of plain old whipped cream, fold in a little lemon curd to give the dessert some extra sweetness and tang. Also, a little trick for keeping whipped cream stable for a few days in the fridge: add a teaspoon or two of powdered sugar. The cornstarch prevents the whipped cream from bleeding.

Mari

P.S. My cover for “Holding Out for a Hero” came out this week! I love it. Go to my Facebook page if you want a peek. The book will be out on June 4, and I will keep you posted on where to buy it, etc. as we get closer to the date.

Book Club

Writers are readers.

I have been a voracious reader since I was seven and discovered the Cat in the Hat. I still love to read, and it is undoubtedly easier than writing. But I’ve always wanted to write, too. Maybe not since I was seven, but certainly since I was in junior high.

About 15 years ago, when Oprah started her Book Club, a few of my friends (including yours truly) started one as well. We call ourselves the Night Readers. Since then members have come and gone for various reasons, including one death. But the Night Readers have stuck together and flourished through the ups and downs of our lives.

Truth be told, sometimes the books we pick just aren’t very interesting, and we end up chatting about personal stuff. I guess you could say we aren’t just literary afficiendos, we are good friends.

The way our Book Club works is that each member has a turn choosing the book and hosting at her house. Usually, the upcoming hostess offers a short list of possible books at the end of the prior meeting and the group picks one. I hosted the meeting this past Sunday and the book was The Stranger’s Child by Alan Hollinghurst. It was short-listed for a Booker Prize so I thought it would be good, but no one liked it much. Leave it to the Brits.

The Club thought it was difficult to follow (agreed) and not much happens (on the fence with that one). But the good news is we had lots of time to talk.

Some of the meetings are on Sunday and some on weeknights. Lunch is served for the Sunday meetings and dinner for the weeknight ones. As my meeting was on Sunday, I served a luncheon for my friends. It was a pesto chicken salad, which everyone enjoyed.

Here’s the recipe:

2 lbs. of cooked, cubed chicken breast (of course, you can use any chicken you have on hand)

1 cups chopped walnuts

1 cup red grapes, halved

1 cup mayonaise

1/4 cup jarred pesto

Mix first three ingredients together; mix dressing (mayo and pesto) and stir into other ingredients. Add a little extra mayo or pesto if needed. Serve chilled on lettuce leaves.

I offered the salad with a fruit salad and rolls.

Seasons and Novels

I have always paid close attention to the season in my novels. I love fall and spring for romance. Maybe its their transitional nature.

Fall has always been the most romantic time for me. There is something in the air as the days get shorter and a season of growing ends. “Holding Out for a Hero,” which is coming out in June, takes place mostly in the fall, culminating in a Christmas Day surprise.

My book, “Angel Without Wings” takes place in the early spring and summer. I am finishing this book up and hope to have a home for it soon.

Yesterday was Easter, and in between cooking Easter dinner and coloring eggs, I tinkered with “Angel Without Wings.” The first half of the story takes place on an organic farms, which inspired me to make a very earth-friendly, healthy appetizer: It looks pretty, too.

Radish-Cucumber Rounds

3 oz. cream cheese

2 tbsp. chopped fresh mint

1 tbsp. chopped chives

1 tsp. grated lemon peel

1 tsp. lemon juice

1 seedless cucumer

Radishes

Method: Mix first 5 ingredients together with salt to taste. Slice cucumber into rounds and enough radishes slices to cover each cucumber round. Spoon a small dollop of the cream cheese on the rounds and serve.

This cream cheese makes enough for about 20 rounds.