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      08-04-07: Preview for Podcast of Monday, August 6, 2007 : Watch out for
        falling anvils.
        
             Here's an MP3
                  preview of the Monday August 6, 2007 podcast for The Agony Column.
                  Enjoy!  
                         
             
       
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      08-03-07: Andrew Vachss Brings Back Burke 
       
    
     
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          'Terminal' 
          
            
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          "Most guys
          want to be outdoors every chance they get, but there's cons who know
          their soaps better than any housewife." 
           
          Burying the knife in the heart of the truth. That's why we read Andrew
          Vachss, that's why we subject ourselves to the terrors of his Burke novels.
          Burke novels are a bizarre combination of page-turning compulsion and mind-bending
          repulsion. Vachss knows how to ripsaw through a terrorizing plotline, how
          to congeal the past, the present, and the unpleasant potential of the future
          into a series of character-driven confrontations. He's boiled his prose
          down to asphalt and broken glass. Once you immerse yourself, you can't
          stop reading. 
           
          That immersion is anything but cleansing. Once he's got your attention,
          Vachss manages to direct it to events you'd greatly prefer never to have
          considered. He's not a wallower. In fact, Vachss really takes a few pages
          from Lovecraft's horror in that he only suggests the outlines of what's
          going on and let's the readers' imaginations do the work. The Burke books
          are in some ways a modern exploited-child equivalent of the Cthulhu Mythos.  
           
          Two years ago, Vachss stepped out of the world of Burke with 'Two
          Trains Running' a hardboiled noir set in 1959. Now in 'Terminal' (Pantheon / Ransom
          House ; September 25, 2007 ; $24.95), Burke is back. An imprisoned dying
          con wants to live. Why? Who knows. But in an appropriately convoluted manner,
          he's willing to give up three rich men who buried a child more than thirty
          years ago. This is just the sort of thing that pisses Burke off. He's in
          on any scheme to nail the bastids.  
           
          'Terminal' is a short, slick, scary book that, should you flip it to
          a random page, will offer you the phrase "fleabag hotel". That
          should be enough for you to get the flavor here; Burke's been around for
          longer than you might imagine. This time around, Vachss does seem to have
          less interest in the most godawful aspect of Burke's tradecraft. You won’t
          find the gardens of bagged babies that turned 'Sacrifice' into an almost
          surreal horror novel. Have no doubt though, that you'll find the same
          anger there, the same hands-to-throat intensity that runs through all
          of Vachss'
          novels.  
           
          I must confess that one of the more interesting aspects of 'Terminal' is
          the excellent cover design. I can't tell exactly what that thing on the
          cover is. But I can tell you it is sinister, suggestive. It's very indicative
          of what you're going to find inside; black, white, a little gray, both
          indistinct and crystal clear. Hard decisions quickly made. Consequences
        and complications. The human drama of inhuman humans.  
         
         
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        08-02-07: Owen Egerton Advises 'How Best To Avoid Dying' 
         
      
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          Readers who come here to find the obscure but outstanding, rejoice!
          Owen Egerton offers some sterling but strange advice
          in his collection of
            short stories titled 'How Best to Avoid Dying' (Dalton Publishing
          ; June 2007 ; $13.95), and this is advice you'll really enjoy hearing.
          Egerton's
            work is surreal but very accessible, and dark but very funny. This
          is an outstanding collection that will have you buying his novel,
          'Marshall
            Hollenzer Is Driving' before you've finished reading 'How Best to
          Avoid Dying'. But don’t worry. It won’t take you too long
          finish. This book is a bona-fide page-turner, in the oddest possible
          manner. 
             
            The pages turn so quickly due first and foremost to Egerton's delightfully
          transparent writing style. These stories, no matter how weird, and
            there are some very weird stories in here ("The Fecalist", for starters)
          simply compel the reader with great characters and an instant immersion
          that is required for work of this nature. By "work of this nature" I
          mean very, very short stories; most are one to five pages, though some
          longer works pop up with equally attention-grabbing power. When you’re
          writing a short story like "Spelling", for example, you've got
          to get the reader into your vision almost immediately and, at the same
          time, place the characters in that vision within a gripping story. Egerton
          does so with alarming ease, particularly because he has such a fecund imagination.
          Who knew it would be so easy to imagine yourself poised over a pit, spelling
          for your life and the Oil Reserves for Canada? Who might have guessed that
          the last visit of a secret restaurant inspector would be so involving?
          I certainly wouldn’t have, but I can say with certainty that
          anything Egerton introduces is going to capture your attention and
          make the rest
          of the world go away.  
           
          Even though Egerton is dealing with the darkest of obsessions, death,
          he consistently manages to make light of his situations without de-fanging
          the unpleasant messages he's clearly sending. You will laugh when you
          read "The
          Fecalist", but you'll also feel the poignant angst of the depressed
          artist. In "Holy Machine", Egerton uses only a single paragraph
          to satirize a wide swathe of American culture, combining agony and ecstasy,
          because, well, they're not all that different, are they? With every story,
          Egerton delivers an impressive jolt, but beware: don’t even think
          of starting a story unless you plan on finishing it. Egerton's work
          is addictive.  
           
          Readers of genre fiction and literary fiction will be happy to know
          that Egerton seamlessly combines the two into something very much his
          own without
          diluting the attributes of either. Egerton may offer a dystopian future
          there or a needle-sharp character study here. Both will be written
          with the sort of finesse that one finds among the best that either
          genre fiction
          or literary fiction has to offer. Egerton does have a fondness for
          taboo subjects (cf "The Fecalist" or "Lord Baxtor Ballsington")
          of which sensitive readers should be aware. Of course, such warnings
          will – and
          should – draw those readers who would not describe themselves
          of their tastes as "sensitive". When you’re done reading
          'Rant' or re-reading
          'The Books of Blood', 'How Best to Avoid Dying' will assuage
          your thirst for the ah – unusual.  
           
          Also contributing to the general joy of reading 'How Best to Avoid
          Dying' are the production values of the book itself. It's a large 6" x9" trade
          paperback with large print and a great layout. It makes Egerton's already
          easy-to-read stories easier to read, no easy feat. And there are lots of
          B&W photo illustrations, all consisting of different and slightly
          disturbing angles on that doll we see on the cover. It's effectively
          stark, classy
          and creepy. If you're looking for a collection of stories that is at
          once literary and surreal, science fictional and scatological, then
          you'd best
          not avoid 'How Best to Avoid Dying'. I might be tempted to tell you
          this is the perfect bed stand book with all these great short-short
          stories,
          but I'd have to add the proviso that this is only true if you want
          to read something to make your dreams seem tame in comparison. 
         
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        08-01-07: Kage Baker Welcomes 'The Sons of Heaven' 
         
      
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        Talk about a long strange trip: I suppose it's quite reasonable, after
            all; ten books in ten years. Yet still. 
           
          'In the Garden
          of Iden', the first book in "the Company" series
          came out in 1997. The world was a different place ten years ago, and Kage
          Baker's readers were surely different people. The genre itself has been
          transformed more times than one can easily count. In those years too many
          series to count were started, and more than a few finished. But none were
          as inventive, as imaginative and as far off the usual map of science fiction
          series as Baker's Company novels. Baker's long strange trip has been a
          landmark in both science fiction and, I believe it will one day become
          clear, general fiction. Her ability to pull off ten books in a series in
          ten years, as well as a few one-offs and numerous short stories outside
          the world of the Company, is nothing short of phenomenal. Finishing a series
          this great in a mere ten years is important work.  
           
          Combining historical fiction, science fiction, time travel, and serious
          speculation on a wide variety of subjects, Baker's novels were uniquely
          individual. Nobody else has written anything close. But it was not just
          the subject that distinguished her work; it was also her ability to bring
          off a huge story in a richly satisfying manner. A variety of characters
          grew and changed throughout the series. Not every character appeared in
          every book. Whatever rules there might seem to be for creating a science
          fiction series did not apply to Baker's work, yet her series seemed as
          full and as comprehensible as anything else out there. We all knew it was
          going somewhere. Ten years later, it has arrived. 
           
          'The Sons of Heaven' (Tor books / Tom Doherty Associates ; July 10, 2007
          ; $25.95) brings in all the spies from the cold, reveals the motivations
          and plays out the climax of baker's long-unfolding story. And yes, for
          all the great science fiction speculation, for all the inventive twists
          that Baker brought to serial fiction itself, the most appealing part of
          her work has been the characters. The core of great writing is universal – and
          Baker is a great writer. 
           
          I'm not going to go into the details here. Nobody wants me to. We've all
          just been bombarded with the climax of another series. Readers of that
          series who are looking for something similarly involving, something as
          moving are simply pointed at 'In
          the Garden of Iden'. Readers who just finished
          the ninth book in Baker's series, 'Gods and Pawns' – rejoice.  
           
          But don’t read too fast. You only get to finish this series the first
        time once.  
         
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	      07-31-07: Alan Cheuse Lights 'The Fires' 
	       
		  
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        Think Global, Angst Local 
        
        
          
          
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        You know Alan
            Cheuse. He's the book reviewer for NPR's All Things Considered.
            So when I tell you that Alan
            Cheuse has a nice, compact little bottle
            of angst and humor, two novellas collected in 'The Fires' (Santa
            Fe Writer's Project ; July 31, 2007 ; $10), you have a pretty good
            idea of what to
            expect and why you're going to like it. Here's why.          
           
          'The Fires' includes two novellas, 'The Fires' and 'The Exorcism', that
          explore themes of separation and connectedness, life, death, and life after
          the death of those we love, or perhaps just once tried to love. In the
          first novella, Cheuse creates the world of Gina Morgan, a menopausal woman
          whose husband, Paul, is an engineer working in the chaotic creation of
          capitalism colliding with communism that is Russia today. Paul's dead,
          and Gina has been tasked with going beyond the beyond of Uzbekistan to
          grant Paul's final wishes. This proves to be every bit as difficult as
          one might imagine – and more so. Cheuse immerses us in a modern woman
          on the cusp of changes external and internal, and then immerses his character
          in part of our world where ancient and modern traditions are just as inextricably
          jumbled by changes nobody can even conceive of controlling. It's a striking
          and effective portrait of just about everything going to hell in a handbasket.
          Cheuse makes the unbearable aspects of life bearable by virtue of a sort
          of surreal prose that captures the jagged inner rhythms of memory and forgetfulness,
          the lacunae of life that are every bit as important as those events that
          sear themselves into our memory.        
           
          By contrast, 'The Exorcism' is the hilarious tale of a man confronting
          the misbehavior of his college-age daughter as she confronts her grief
          over the sordid death of her jazz-piano-playing mother. Once again,
          it's the prose that lifts this not-so-straightforward tale into the
          stratosphere
          of enjoyable reading. Tom Swanson is one of the most matter-of-fact
          men to experience a lot of real weird events and people you'll ever
          read. Told
          in the first person, 'The Exorcism' will make you laugh out loud repeatedly,
          providing you don’t have a college-age child being booted for
          some pretty significant missteps. Cheuse invests a tale that might
          otherwise
          verge into slit-your-wrists-and-hope-to-die territory with a verve
          that makes Tom's and ultimately the readers' lives better.  
           
          Of course, 'The Fires' benefits from having these two similarly themed
          stories side-by-side. There's an organic infiltration of idea and image
          between the two works. Each informs and enlivens the other, and frankly,
          'The Fires' benefits from the pairing with more carefree 'The Exorcism'.
          These are two perfect little afternoon reading experiences to take you
          through a weekend, Saturday and Sunday. On Monday you can probably hear
          Cheuse on NPR reviewing another writer's work. One hopes for the sake of
          Tom Clancy it's not one of his novels. Clancy might well be tempted to
          exhibit behavior along the lines of Tom Swanson's daughter, but on a Clancy-esque
        scale. Some things are best left unimagined. 
         
         
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          07-30-07: A 2007 Interview With Richard Morgan ; On-the-Scene Report from a Harry Potter Release Breakfast 
           
      
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        "They drink
        it and piss it up against a wall."
          
        
        Warning: Richard Morgan speaks his mind. Clearly, concisely, and with
        the sort of language that you can't broadcast on public radio. But it's
        not just the swear words, which he uses early, often and effectively.
        No, those are not what's going to upset folks. It's what he says without
        swear words that will get listeners' steamed up, whether he's talking
        about why we need to give women in society the money: 
         
"If you give it to men, they drink it an piss it up against a wall,
        or buy an expensive truck." 
         
        Or religion: 
         
" ...what you find really at the heart certainly of Islam, Christianity,
        Judaism, Islam, the sort of dominant patriarchal religions is a really
        misogynistic, violent, domineering kind of approach to the world, and
        I don't see any reason to represent it any other way. I mean, I know
        that in vogue at the moment there's this idea that you mustn't upset
        religious people, you must take their ideas seriously....Why? Why is
        that you know?" 
         
        
        
          
                                         
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        And that's just the opening act. Richard and I spent a while talking
        about the many ideas behind his book 'Black
        Man' / 'Thirteen', from the
        importance of the feminizing influence on society to genetic engineering
        and the witches, the hobgoblins, the super-terrorists and serial killers
        that have haunted mankind. He's a fascinating and funny guy. Listen to
        the MP3 or RealAudio file,
        be beware those around you. If you don’t
        protect their ears, you may need to protect yourself.  
           
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      Capitola Book (and Kid) Café 
           
      
           
      
        
          
          
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        I tried to make
            the midnight show at Bookshop Santa Cruz, but...I just am not conscious
            at that hour. Ever. So, the next morning, I was up bright and early
            to attend the Harry Potter Breakfast at Capitola Book Café.
            It was a and classic Santa Cruz Scene. The Great Morgani was there
            in full regalia, playing the accordion. The store was giving away
            some very nice breakfasts from local bakeries and there were lots
            and lots of avid readers out and about. Equipped with my mobile recording
            setup, I was able to capture lots of audio from the event.  
             
          What I wanted to know was how the kids who had started reading the
          Harry Potter so many years ago had changed in the intervening years,
          and I got some good answers. "I got bigger," one young lad
          replied. I liked the sisters who had started reading Harry Potter on
          a car trip as well; they literally grew up with Harry. 
           
          While I was at the celebration, I took the chance to speak with Billie
          Harris, the one-time host of KUSP's Castle Cottage, who read the first
          book in its entirety on the air. She and I talked about her voicings
          for the characters, and how she kept them straight. And then, once
          she started reading the latest, I was hushed, and then banished myself
          back to my own cave to edit audio and produce both an MP3 and
          a RealAudio        report.
          It's a bit different from my usual interview-only format, but it was
          really fun. I plan on getting out and about with my mobile recorder
          much more often – and posting the results here. So long as it
          doesn't involve a midnight gig. 
           
           
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