Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Best-selling author Michael Crichton dies of cancer at age 66

Michael Crichton, the million-selling author of such historic and prehistoric science thrillers as "Jurassic Park," "Timeline" and "The Andromeda Strain," has died of cancer, his family said. He died Tuesday (yesterday) in Los Angeles at age 66 after a long battle with the illness.

Crichton was a brand-name author, known for his stories of disaster and systematic breakdown, such as the rampant microbe of "The Andromeda Strain" or dinosaurs running amok in "Jurassic Park," one of his many books that became major Hollywood movies.

"Through his books, Michael Crichton served as an inspiration to students of all ages, challenged scientists in many fields, and illuminated the mysteries of the world in a way we could all understand," his family said in a statement.

The 6-foot-9-inch author was also a screenwriter and filmmaker, earning producing and writing credits for the film versions of many of his titles. He also created the TV hospital series "ER" in 1994.

In recent years, he was the rare writer to get on well with President George Bush, perhaps because of his skepticism about global warming, which Crichton addressed in the 2004 novel, "State of Fear."

But Crichton's views were strongly condemned by environmentalists, who alleged that the author was hurting efforts to pass legislation to reduce emissions of carbon dioxide.

A new novel by Crichton had been tentatively scheduled to come next month but publisher HarperCollins announced that the book was being postponed indefinitely because of his illness.

"While the world knew him as a great storyteller that challenged our preconceived notions about the world around us - and entertained us all while doing so - his wife Sherri, daughter Taylor, family and friends knew Michael Crichton as a devoted husband, loving father and generous friend who inspired each of us to strive to see the wonders of our world through new eyes," his family said.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

Farley Mowat - Book Review

FARLEY:The Life of Farley Mowat
BY James King
Steer Forth Press, 2003
Reviewed by Paul Holler

I borrowed this review because it expresses my feelings about this book. This is a hard book to review.

The argument over whether a serious regard for facts is an important attribute for a writer is one of the issues taken up by author James King in his new biography of Mowat, Farley: The Life Of Farley Mowat.
Born in 1921 in Belleville, Ontario, Farley Mowat is one of the most widely read Canadian writers of our time. With such books as Never Cry Wolf, People of the Deer, A Whale for the Killing, And No Birds Sang and many others, Mowat has established a reputation as a storyteller, a historian, an environmental activist, a staunch Canadian nationalist, an advocate for indigenous peoples and a colorful character in his own right.
For readers familiar with Mowat's work, Mr. King's biography can provide a new view of the books, despite the fact that there is comparatively little discussion of the books themselves. But given that most of Mowat's books are autobiographical, learning about Mowat's life is itself an illumination of his work.
Consider, for instance, Never Cry Wolf , Mowat's classic tale of his time spent in the Arctic studying wolf behavior. One could come away from that book with the impression that the author is a scientist who writes about his experiences. But Mr. King's book makes it clear that Mowat is, first and foremost, a writer and that much of his early life was directed toward becoming a writer. While he participated in expeditions to the Arctic to further scientific knowledge, he was not primarily a scientist.
Mowat has often come under harsh criticism for changing the essential facts of his books even as they are touted as nonfiction. But Mr. King defends Mowat by emphasizing his passion for a more universal truth that outweighs the need to be factually accurate. In the case of Never Cry Wolf, King cites writer Thomas Dunlap, who saw the book as a fable in which a man is disconnected from the world around him by his scientific training only to have his eyes opened by actually becoming a part of that world again.
James King continues this argument later in the book by suggesting that Mowat's Sibir (published in the U.S. as The Siberians) is one of his weakest books. In Mr. King's view, this book is not as strong as it could have been precisely because the author was more concerned with presenting a factual account of his journey through Siberia and than with the larger meaning of the journey.
This is not to say, however, that the facts of Mowat's life are stale and tedious. Mr. King presents Mowat's life as a story in itself, complete with compelling characters such as "the marsh boy," a boyhood friend of Mowat's who lived a virtually wild life in the woods near the family's home. Likewise, Mowat's relationship with his father, a stern, demanding man whose approval he sought throughout his life, is the stuff of classic drama.
But it seems at times that the biographer gives little attention to some important aspects of Mowat's life. His experiences in World War II, for instance, are only briefly discussed, even though Mowat himself has said that his wartime experience shaped his view of humanity.
Mr. King tells a fascinating story of a writer who is as compelling a character as any he writes about and places his work in the context of his life. In the end, we are left with the portrait of a man with many flaws but with also with many gifts--a man who never lets smaller truths get in the way of larger ones.



I read this book for my ABM genre Canadian Book challenge. I found this book to be rather depressing. Farley did not treat both his wives very nicely at all. Nor did he have a good relationship with his parents. The friction between him and his parents was awful to read about. Farley also had trouble writing books about things he had not experienced. He had a tendency to expand on what he writing about and therefore some of his books are not factually accurate.

If you want to know about the REAL Farley Mowat, this is the book to read.

Monday, November 3, 2008

Well-Seasoned Reader Challenge

The Well-Seasoned Reader Challenge

I would LOVE to know how you can write a post and date it for 2 months in advance.

BUT this is another challenge I want to participate in. It is an offshoot from the Armchair Travellers Challenge that was so successful in 2007. This is a nice short challenge - just read 3 books in 3 months - and it overlaps my Food Challenge.

Here's how it works:

Rule #1: The challenge runs from January 1 to March 31. (No cheating and starting before!)

Rule #2: You must read three books. After that, it's up to you how much you want to read.

Rule #3: The books must:
EITHER
have a food name in the title
OR
be about cooking/eating
OR
have a place name in the title
OR
be about one (or more) person's travel experience
OR
be about a specific culture
OR
be by an author whose ethnicity is other than your own

I'll leave it up to you to choose how the three books you read fit the criteria.

Rule #4: They must be middle-grade on up, but can be either fiction or non-fiction.

The purpose, this winter, is to take yourself someplace out of the ordinary, to go on a literary trip, whether that be challenging your expectations, discovering a new place, or enjoying the experience of reading about good food, places, and people.

Politics and Books

I apologise for there being no recent book reviews. I currently have 6 books with book marks in them, all of which I am reading. BUT I am also following the US election campaigns, and the election is tomorrow, so for the last few days, my reading has slowed down a lot. I apologise for that. Once the election is over, I will start reading again. I have to keep an eye on this election because the US election result will affect Canada, as well as the rest of the world.

But there is also another election I have to keep an eye on as well. This one is in my birth country of New Zealand. It's being held on November 8th. Helen Clark has been the Prime Minister of new Zealand for the last 9 years (since 1999) and I think she has done a great job. But the fact is that NO PM has lasted past a 4th election (and for the two that did, they died early in their 4th terms).

For some reason the Kiwis always seem to feel that a change is needed after 9 years. NOT TRUE. And right on schedule there are murmurings in NZ of it now being time for a change.

BUT The world is currently in a financial crisis and I hardly think that this is the time for change or the time to put an inexperienced person in charge.

New Zealand - PLEASE for the sake of the country and your children's future - PLEASE do NOT vote Helen out. Thank you.

Sunday, November 2, 2008

Shakespeare Challenge 2009

NEW SHAKESPEARE CHALLENGE FOR 2009

Ok I am going to host a new Shakespeare challenge using the exact same rules as the last challenge.

The rules are simple - you can read anything about or related to shakespeare - fiction or non fiction, straight bio or authorship debate - and you can read the plays and sonnets as well.

This time instead of 6 months, I'm going to make this one 12 months (a whole year) and you need to read 6 books instead of 4. That way you read an average of 1 book every 2 months. That shouldn't be too hard.

Starts January 1st 2009
Ends December 31st 2009
Challenge Blog


The reason I am doing this is...

1 - because I picked up a biography of Christopher Marlow today
and thats got me reminiscing about Shakespeare, and

2 - I did not finish the last challenge and it was my own challenge. This time I have to finish it.


Also there are several blogger names still listed as contributors.
If you want to do this challenge again, then just tell me and do nothing further until January 1st when it starts.
If you want your name to be removed, send me an email and tell me, and I will remove it.
And if you want to do this challenge and you did not do the last one - then send me an email and I will send you an invite.

I can be contacted on cesca_nz [at] yahoo [dot] com.

Saturday, November 1, 2008

How Pierre Berton did it all

Berton A Biography
By A.B. McKillop
McClelland and Stewart
2008




As my readers will know, I am a huge admirer of Pierre Berton. He died in 2004. Last month his biography was finally released. If the name McKillop sounds familiar, thats because I reviewed another of his books earlier this year.

So here is the Globe and Mail review of Berton A Biography.

At last we see how Pierre Berton did it. The magnitude of the man's multifaceted achievement, that decades-long career as the uncrowned King of Canada, remains astounding: Besides his 50 books, Berton wrote more than 100 feature articles for Maclean's and 1,000 columns for the Toronto Star.

But thanks to this excellent biography by A. B. McKillop, finally we begin to grasp how, while publishing more than a million words of journalism, doing countless radio spots, hosting The Pierre Berton Show and starring on Front Page Challenge, Berton managed to produce one massive bestseller after another, books such as Klondike, The Comfortable Pew, The Smug Minority, The National Dream, The Last Spike, The Invasion of Canada, Vimy and The Arctic Grail.

Berton's method was to become successful enough as a journalist and TV personality that he could maintain a support staff of skilled professionals. He was fond of insisting that he only ever used a single researcher, and that is roughly true: The renowned Barbara Sears served with distinction and got paid accordingly, receiving a percentage of royalties.

But what Berton tended to gloss over was that in his heyday, while his capable, ex-journalist wife kept the home fires burning in Kleinburg, just north of Toronto, he also employed a superb substantive editor, a full-time secretary, assistants and expert readers as necessary (Michael Bliss, are you there?); above all, as business mastermind, organizer, negotiator, promoter par excellence and psychological protector, the formidable Elsa Franklin.

Having created this elite attack squad, and given that he was an experienced journalist with a terrific sense of story, and also a workaholic of stupendous, almost superhuman energy - essentially a writing machine - well, it's no wonder that Berton managed to transform himself into an iconic figure. Love him or hate him, all through the 1960s, '70s and '80s, short of hiding under a rock, you could not get away from the ubiquitous Berton.

In this evenhanded, judicious and authoritative work, McKillop does justice to the colossus. He presents the story of Berton, so much a man of his times, within the context of those times, and he does so wisely and well, highlighting his subject's strengths while pinpointing his weaknesses. He shows, finally, how, after a long, long, long stand atop the heap, the extroverted Berton, who grew up through the Great Depression and served without seeing action in the Second World War, finally found himself out of sync with the times.

Certainly, the book has weaknesses. It starts slowly and develops predictably, a slave to chronology. But this is an academically conventional, cradle-to-grave biography, and those are the shortcomings not of this work but of the genre. If it is relentlessly expository rather than scenic, and looks nothing like any book Berton himself would have written, the work is all the more interesting for that.

Here we find an unabashed academic - McKillop is chairman of the history department at Carleton University - taking on a narrative historian who created a wildly successful career while constantly battling university-based critics and nitpickers, most of them squirming with envy. The good news is that McKillop gets it. He appreciates that Berton was writing for an audience of intelligent non-specialists: people who would read history as educational entertainment, but had no patience for the abstruse theorizing of those writing for their specialist peers, always with one eye on the tenure track.

Of course, as a cultural historian, McKillop puts this differently, observing that writers of academic and popular history "served different purposes and readerships." The former "sold their points of view to colleagues on the grounds that what they were saying was new and innovative." The latter "sold their stories to the public by describing the very experience of those events. ... The two tasks were different, and neither was more legitimate than the other."

McKillop makes the case that to academics, Berton was a maverick who played by his own rules. There existed no well-defined place in Canada for a serious popular historian who emerged from the conventions not of academe, but of journalism, so those who regarded themselves as the sole certified guardians of the past, feeling threatened by this ebullient Hercules, defaulted into attack mode.

McKillop himself is less interested in Berton as historian than as larger-than-life personality and Canadian icon. Early on, he worried that his subject "risked being remembered primarily for his contributions to Canadian history: as Mr. Canada, the popular historian." While acknowledging that, for almost 30 years, Berton was "the premier chronicler of Canadian history," McKillop felt that "measured against the backdrop of his times, his life was of much greater canvas and significance than this."

The biographer suggests that the most important and revealing years of Berton's life were those between his 1947 arrival in Toronto as a hungry young journalist from Vancouver, and the 1970 publication of The National Dream. During those years, he observes, Berton moved beyond local celebrity to become "a controversial national figure known to virtually every Canadian."

He also stresses that Berton made his name when "Canadian celebrity" was a contradiction in terms. His analysis of how Berton did this - not just by becoming omnipresent in the media, but by remaining, until near the end, uniquely in tune with the country at large - is alone worth the price of admission.

For the rest, the epic saga is well known. Pierre Berton (1920-2004) was born in Whitehorse and grew up in Dawson City, Yukon. He discovered newspapering while attending university in Victoria and Vancouver, and shone brightly enough as a West Coast newshound that Maclean's magazine came calling from Toronto. Through it all, and for years afterward, Berton kept growing.

McKillop does turn up the fact that Berton's father, Frank, spent 10 years, from 6 to almost 16, in a New Brunswick orphanage. And he writes that Berton himself "did not know about his father's years at the Wiggins institution." Elsewhere, he suggests that this ignorance may have been feigned, the result of "a glance away by the son."

Proceeding methodically, even doggedly, McKillop guides us through some rough patches without losing focus - the embarrassingly jejune Sordsmen's Club, for example, whose 20 or so male members entertained female guests with five-hour luncheons, where they would make clear their expectations: "Late in the afternoon, couples would disappear, sometimes upstairs."

In the end, blemishes, weaknesses, warts and all, Pierre Berton remains standing, a friendly giant. And we emerge from his story dazzled anew, knowing that we will not see his like again.

Ken McGoogan, a winner of the Pierre Berton Award for History, has sojourned in Berton House in Dawson City. He has just published Race to the Polar Sea: The Heroic Adventures and Romantic Obsessions of Elisha Kent Kane.

681 pages, $37.99

It will be a while before I can afford to buy this. I may have to get it from the library or wait for the paperback.

Anton Chekov - 50 Greatest Authors

Anton Chekhov: The story master
CLAIRE BERLINSKI
Globe and Mail
Toronto
November 1, 2008

This is actually one of the 50 Greatest Books.

"What does Grandma have to say about Chekhov?" Claire asked her brother over the Internet.

Their grandmother woke up at 10 every day, played the piano or, if her legs were strong that day, went downstairs for the mail. She behaved with dignity and severity, and was considered the most cultured person in the family.

"She's dozing," Mischa wrote.
Later, he relayed the question.
"I'm very impressed with him," Grandmother replied. "In a few lines, with a few words, he can create a life, an atmosphere — and recreate his own country."
"Have you read Errand, Raymond Carver's beautiful story about the death of Chekhov?" Mischa asked.
"Like Tchaikovsky creates the country in Eugene Onegin," Grandma added.
"Actually, Carver took most his stories from Chekhov," Claire added. "What We Talk About When We Talk About Love comes directly from About Love."
"We have eight notes in music," Grandma said. "When Tchaikovsky uses them, it's nothing like Strauss.
"When Chekhov writes a story, the people are from a country not anything like America, or France — nothing but Russia."
"This is true!" Claire exclaimed. "Except that when I was reading the stories last night, I was thinking how very much these 19th-century Russians seemed exactly like people I know."

Mischa sat with his grandmother in the drawing room of her apartment in W______ as the stale warmth of midday faintly percolated through the lowered blinds. The opera librettos, the morsel of blueberry muffin still in its wax paper casing, the dish of almonds covered in grey fuzz, all were exactly as they had always been.

"How do you correspond with her?" Grandma asked. "You confound my brain. You get already her answer."
"Mischa, what's your favourite Chekhov story, and why?" Claire wrote.
"Lady with a Lapdog. I love that story."
"What do you think makes it so great?"
"The watermelon."
"The watermelon?"
"Yes, that's the touch of the master."

Claire searched for the passage. The text was accompanied by an advertisement for unlimited long-distance calling.
"It's wrong," she said. "You will be the first to despise me now."
There was a watermelon on the table. Gurov cut himself a slice and began eating it without haste. There followed at least half an hour of silence.
"In any case, I don't think you can say anything new about Chekhov," Mischa wrote. "I think it's sufficient to say the same old things.
"About his sensitivity to humanity — how he doesn't waste a word, you know — he lets the story speak for itself!"
Claire raised her eyes from the glowing computer screen to the window-pane.

Rain clouds were gathering in the east. The gulls stood, wretched, in muddy puddles on the soot-streaked rooftops.
It occurred to her that if this were a story by Chekhov, he wouldn't write, "The weather was depressing." No, he'd describe the squish-squish of the wet overcoats . . .

"These stories are harder to write than they look," she wrote at last.
"That's why he has many imitators, no equals," Mischa responded.
"If this were a story in the style of Chekhov, it would have an inconclusive ending. Because real life doesn't have neat endings.
"In fact, if I wrote an ending, he'd instruct me to cut it," Claire wrote.
"But it has to end at a moment of emotional balance. When you can see forward and backward in life equally, and when the reader is perfectly in the position of the protagonist.
"The reader can't know more, or less, at the end than the protagonist."
"No, that's not true. The reader knows what Chekhov knows, which is a lot more than the protagonist."
"I disagree. Chekhov knows lots more than we do. After all, he invented the characters. He's withholding information. Take Lady with a Lapdog."

And it seemed as though in a little while the solution would be found, and then a new and splendid life would begin; and it was clear to both of them that they had still a long, long road before them, and that the most complicated and difficult part of it was only just beginning.

"That's the ending," Mischa wrote. "We have no more idea than the protagonist what will happen next.
"But we've gone from being relative strangers to them to being completely absorbed into their position. They don't know what will happen next, and neither do we."
"But in other stories, like Misery, we see far more than the protagonist!
"Most of his characters fail completely to communicate with each other, but we understand them — because Chekhov does.
"That's the same point Carver makes in What We Talk About When We Talk About Love. Only the writer really understands."
"Well, all right then!" Mischa replied agreeably. "And mention how David Bezmozgis is the greatest practitioner alive of Chekhovian stories."
"Every short story writer of the 20th century, if he's written a good story, is compared to Chekhov. Even The Sopranos ends with a Chekhovian trailing off . . . "

Mischa reported that Grandma had taken her worn volume of Chekhov from the shelf and was buried nose-deep in it.
The dusty pages of the book were covered, like all her books, in her ornate Central European script.
Claire asked: "What else is happening in W________?"

Claire Berlinski lives in Istanbul. Her new book is "There is No Alternative: Why Margaret Thatcher Matters."