WRB—May 4, 2022
Publishing, Pym, Poles, and more
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A new biography of Barbara Pym, says Beth Gutheon in the Hudson Review’s spring issue, is rather bad!
Joy Neumeyer considers Czesław Miłosz’ time in Berkeley: “For almost twenty years, the Polish poet Czesław Miłosz lived here in obscurity, descending to teach Slavic literature to long-haired students he didn’t understand—until one day in 1980, when the Nobel committee called to inform him that he’d won their prize for literature.”
A reader recently asked Chris, having turned up at his house late on Friday night, what books he would recommend for the melancholy of lost love. Among the books he sent him away with was Love Medicine. [That’s all completely true. —Chris]
Jeet Heer has a piece in our sister publication about something you’ve probably never heard about: Martin Vaughn-James and his “visual novels.”
Two fascinating pieces in Publishers Weekly, the first from the former president of Regnery on how politically conservative presses successfully market books in nontraditional ways, the second from the executive director of the New Press on how publishing is inherently a politicized profession. [I’ve always found the small presses on both the political right and left more interesting than the big guys. Also, reading about this stuff always makes me wish I had a BookScan account. I’d waste hours there daily. —Nic]
The All Hallows Guild at the National Cathedral is hosting its annual benefit flower mart on Friday and Saturday of this week. [Excellent women, I’m sure. —Chris]
The Trucker Convoy is returning to the city. [I hope the truckers will bring Coors Banquet this time. —Nic]
What we’re reading:
Nic is working on something like two hours of sleep right now. In the past twenty-four he’s been playing “Lover’s Spit” and “Anthems for a Seventeen Year-Old Girl” on repeat to stay awake. [Not books! I’ve been doing the Cranberries. —Chris] [The hard stuff. —Nic] [I’m pondering the “songs about being seventeen” Spotify playlist. —Chris] The Copenhagen Trilogy also arrived in the mail today.
May 30 | Godine
From the publisher: In 1926, 23-year-old cub newspaper reporter Leslie McFarlane responded to an ad: “Experienced Fiction Writer Wanted to Work from Publisher’s Outlines.” The ad was signed by Edward Stratemeyer, whose syndicate effectively invented mass-market children’s book publishing in America. McFarlane, who had a few published adventure stories to his name, was hired and his first job was to write Dave Fearless Under the Ocean as Roy Rockwood—for a flat fee of $100, no royalties. His pay increased to $125 when Stratemeyer proposed a new series of detective stories for kids involving two high school aged brothers who would solve mysteries. The title of the series was The Hardy Boys. McFarlane’s pseudonym would be Franklin W. Dixon.
McFarlane went on to write twenty-one Hardy Boys adventures. From The Tower Treasure in 1927 to The Phantom Freighter in 1947, into full-fledged classics filled with perilous scrapes, loyal chums, and breakneck races to solve the mystery. McFarlane kept his ghostwriting gig secret until late in life when his son urged him to share the story of being the real Franklin W. Dixon. By the time McFarlane died in 1977, unofficial sales estimates of The Hardy Boys series already topped 50 million copies.
Ghost of the Hardy Boys is a fascinating, funny, and always charming look back at a vanished era of journalism, writing, and book publishing. It is for anyone who loves a great story and who’s curious about solving the mystery of the fascinating man behind one of the most widely read and enduring children’s book series in history.
“May Balls in June” by A.M. Juster
Cambridge University, June 18, 2001
Spectacular young women who can quote
Thucydides and Marx, or clone a gene,
are wearing shawls and low-cut sherbet gowns
while tottering in heels on cobblestones.
Infectiously exuberant young men
adjust their somber ties and cummerbunds,
and stretch for witty ways to entertain.
At eight o'clock, hours of light remain;
the bands and caterers are setting up.
Carnival tents in courtyards undercut
the weathered dignity of stone and spire.
With cynicism set aside for now,
the students roam with bowls of strawberries
and clutch their sweating bottles of champagne.
By midnight I attempt to sleep—in vain.
At first the pounding sounds of fireworks
keep me awake, then after that I hear
the howls and banter from a traffic jam
of punters on the Cam. I doze in fits,
no longer even backdrop for the scene,
and miss a night too dreamlike to be true.
I rise at five. With nothing else to do,
I pray that British eccentricity
extends to brewing coffee at this hour.
Expecting disappointment, I explore
the alleys and the dirt paths by the Cam.
Exhausted knots of students wander past,
and dogs are picking through a bag of trash.
A tieless group is bellowing old songs
in fraying harmonies; they follow up
with bits of Motown Byron would have loved.
The women shake their hair loose, carry shoes,
and lift their gowns above the stones. Two pale
and awkward revelers caress and kiss,
more proof that expectations need not fail.
[I found Cambridge singularly annoying when I visited. —Chris]
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