Books

January 09, 2008

Then We Came to the End

Thenwecametotheend

I don’t get to read as much as I used to. I suppose this is mostly because the majority of my free time is actually spent watching films I’ve missed throughout the year, however I still try to keep relatively current. This past weekend I was at the incredible Denver bookstore Tattered Cover picking up some things; the new Daniel Schorr book, Come to Think of It: Notes on the End of the Millennium, Denis Johnson’s novel Tree of Smoke and the nonfiction collection edited by Ira Glass, The New Kings of Nonfiction when I came across something that made me extremely happy. But, let me back up…

In the early 1990’s I was in school at the University of Iowa pursuing what I thought was the beginning of a fantastic writing career. I had luckily been accepted into their undergraduate writing workshop the first year and was (even luckier) given a fiction scholarship for year two. There, in class, I met Josh Ferris with whom I became good friends. In our second year we had a teacher we thought, well…not so much of, and decided to create our own outside of class workshop, which we held at Iowa City’s infamous Sanctuary Pub. We gathered once a week, made our own rules, brought our own stories and critiqued them in a constructive way we felt we weren’t getting from the school itself.

Fast forward a couple years and I was beginning my work with the Denver Film Festival, Josh was getting his MFA in Creative Writing from UC Irvine, another friend and writer, Grant Rosenberg, was doing some work for the Chicago International Film Festival and Josh came up with the idea to start our own literary magazine—one that focused primarily on the screenplay—and Sanctuary Quarterly was born. It was, sadly, short lived and people moved on.

So, the other day in the Tattered Cover I came across a table of books marked “New York Times 2007 Notable Books of the Year.” And there was Josh’s first novel, Then We Came to the End. And what’s more…it’s a finalist for the National Book Award this year. The reviews are glowing:

"THEN WE CAME TO THEN END, it turns out, is neither small nor angry, but expansive, great-hearted and acidly funny.... "
New York Times Book Review

"Although Ferris' vision is less grim, it is no less grave; what looks at first glance like a sweet-tempered satire of workplace culture is revealed upon closer inspection to be a very serious novel about, well, America. It may even be, in its own modest way, a great American novel."
LA Times

"Fabulous....The emotional oscillation as employees strive to stay alive (read: employed) is played out by Ferris with the sort of exuberance and energy that marked Jay McInerney's "Bright Lights, Big City," to which THEN WE CAME TO THE END might seem a Midwestern cousin.....Ferris' writing displays a strong descriptive flair, but the greatest asset of "THEN WE CAME TO THE END is the nuance of its narrative voice, which has the gossipy warmth and seeming closeness of a conspiratorial co-worker leaning over a partition to impart the latest rumor."
Chicago Tribune

"Joshua Ferris' brilliant and incredibly funny debut novel, "Then We Came to the End," lays bare the strange interconnectedness of human cogs in the corporate machine."
Newsday

There are dozens of similarly toned reviews. I’ve just started it (first person plural!?!) and I hope everybody I know goes and picks up a copy. And, by the way, it's been optioned by HBO, so a scipt is in the works. I'll update that progress as I know it. And Josh, if you see this, email me…your email bounced back. Do you realize you are up against Denis Johnson for the National Book Award?? Jesus.

July 02, 2007

100 Top Ten Lists

People just love to make lists—end of the year lists; top 100 film lists; 10 greatest pound-for-pound fighters, etc. I got an email the other day from my good friend AJ Schnack over at All These Wonderful Things and he is doing a list of people’s predictions for Sicko’s box office take (I already fear I guessed high.) Matt Dentler consistently releases his 5 Albums worth your 10 cents list. My belle is rather obsessed with lists. Wherever we go she brings along a little notebook and we’re always creating little lists; things to do, foods to try, books to read, movie roles we wish we could live out in real life, top 5 personal obsessive-compulsive tics…

And then, the other day, I found this: 5 People Who Have Died During Sex – And 100 Other Terribly Tasteless Lists by Karl Shaw. Did you know that in 1994 Peter Weiller, a German filmgoer, was beaten to death by ushers in a Bonn theatre because he brought his own popcorn? I bet not…but there it is in the Ten Food-Related Deaths list. Also in 1994 Ramon Barrero, player of the “world’s smallest harmonica” inhales and accidentally chokes to death on his instrument in mid-performance. Did you know that the actor Lorne Green had one of his nipples bitten off by an alligator while filming Lorne Green’s Wild Kingdom? Probably not, but he did if you believe the book. Alfred Hitchcock was afraid of eggs…that’s Ovophobia to you and me.

Anyway, it’s way more fun than the new AFI top 100 list…

June 02, 2007

Boys might still be boys

I was lucky enough to grow up in a time (the 70s) and a place (Iowa) where my brothers and I were pretty much left to do what we wanted from sunrise to sunset, at which point my dad would call us home with a duck-call. We got into a lot of trouble; burnt down a tree in our neighbor's front yard, rode our bikes in great gangs around a small park with the sole intent of kicking someone off and causing them to wreck, skateboarded down a hill near our house towards a wooden ramp at the bottom that nobody ever made it to because we would crash and slide on the cement long before. My dad built us a go-cart with an engine from a lawnmower. Helmet? What's a helmet?

Things have changed a bit, I guess...BUT, for anyone out there that has a child, or is going to have a child, or knows somebody that has a child, behold:

The Dangerous Book for Boys!

It really made me miss being a kid. It made me miss my brothers. It brought back some great memories, and gave me hope that even today, when everything seems focused on little hand-held electronic devices, some kid might make a bow and arrow, sneak up and shoot his brother in the back. Now that's fun.

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