Nick Laird, Go Giants

My friend Nick has a new collection of poetry, Go Giants – just released by Faber & Faber in the UK. I haven’t read it yet, but The Guardian gave it a rave review last week and says this collection is “easily his most accomplished to date.” That bar was already high. I’m thinking of one of Nick’s poems from his debut collection, To A Fault, that I love especially. It’s about insomnia and, as he says, “the leaps the mind makes when you can’t get to sleep.”

You can hear him read it at this link.

The Evening Forecast for The Region by Nick Laird.

The weatherman for Boston ponders whether, I’d bet not,
the snowstorm coming north will come to town tonight.

I swim around in bed. My head’s attempting to begin
its routine shift down through the old transmission

to let me make the slope and slip the gearstick into neutral at the crown
before freewheeling down the ocean road descent into the ghost town,

there, the coastal one, with a stone pier bare as skin, familiar
seafront houses hunched and boarded-over for the winter,

and beside the tattered nets a rowing boat lies upturned on the beach.
Aside from a mongrel, inside, asleep at someone’s slippered feet,

everything faces the sea. But the plumbing’s sighs are almost human.
Airlocks collect and slide from duct to duct so the radiators whine.

The hiding places grow further hidden. A priesthole’s given over
to a spider’s architecture. A well tries on a grassy manhole cover,

threaded, dangerous as fingers. An ivied sycamore in the forest at Drum Manor,
resonant and upright and empty as an organ pipe, where for a panicked hour

a boy will not be found. I arch one foot to scratch the other.
I would shed myself to segue into sleep. I would enter

but the opening is of a new off-Broadway Hamlet. The gulf is war.
This hiatus, my father’s hernia. The cleft’s a treble on the score

of Scott Joplin’s Entertainer. This respite is a care home,
the recess a playground. This division I slither into is a complicated sum:

thirteen over seven. I give in. I turn the television on.
The weatherman for Boston is discussing how, Thank Heaven,

the snowstorm missed, and turned, and headed out to sea.
Is it particularly human, this, to lie awake? To touch the papery

encircling bark but watch through a knot, and wait?
Everyone on earth is sleeping. I am the keel-scrape

beneath their tidal breathing which is shifting down through tempo
to the waveform of the sea. The gathered even draw and lift of air.

Further east a blizzard of homogenous decisions breathes above
the folding and unfolding pane and counterpane of waves

as if the white so loves the world it tries to make a map of it,
exact and blank to start again, but the sea will not stay under it.

The ricepaper wafers are melting. Millions of babynails cling
to the wind lifting hoarsely off the Atlantic. The whole thing

is mesmeric. For hours the snow will fall like rhythm.
Listen.

The Extraordinary Adventures of Adele Blanc-Sec

NPR recently re-aired Rosecrans Baldwin‘s “My Guilty Pleasure” – a great segment on All Things Considered. Mr. Baldwin was recommending The Extraordinary Adventures of Adele Blanc-Sec: Pterror over Paris and the Eiffel Tower Demon – the first in a series of graphic novels by legendary French comics artist Jacques Tardi. The series came out in France in 1976, but has received a fresh new English translation from Fantagraphics Books.

The plot of the first volume is absolutely nuts: Paris at the turn of the Century is being attacked by a revived pterodactyl and the only one who can save the city is a cynical popular novelist: Adele Blanc-Sec. Think of her as a sort of Belle Epoque Lara Croft. The story pinballs from hard-boiled thriller to murder mystery to science fiction — complete with mad scientists, bumbling policemen and disloyal henchmen — and Adele rolling her eyes and shooting at bad guys throughout. It’s completely wonderful and hilarious and I’m still not sure I know exactly what happened. But the main attraction is the stunningly gorgeous artwork – intensely detailed, beautifully atmospheric. As Mr. Baldwin says “The sublime value … is exploring Tardi’s re-creation of Paris at the turn of the 20th century. We see, for example, the orientalism craze that occupied the city before World War I. Or we trip down the stairs of a secret cult’s hideout that has been constructed underneath the Pont-Neuf. This is Paris not only as it existed, but as it might have — the real and the imagined vigorously combined.”

Fantagraphics says they are planning to bring out all ten volumes in the series. After gulping down the first two, I can’t wait.

By the way, the trailer for Luc Besson’s film is here. It was released in France in 2010, but as far as I can find, there is no date set for a US release. Pourquois pas?

Shteyngart Blurbs

A month or so ago, Ed Champion made this excellent short doc about Gary Shteyngart’s proclivity for giving blurbs. It features a ton of great writers including John Wray, Karen Russell, Arthur Phillips, Ed White, Miss A.M. Homes, (who is filmed trying to bribe squirrels with money in Central Park because why not), Molly Ringwald, (my client), who taped her part in artist Will Ryman‘s gorgeous loft, and ends with The Great Man himself. Vive Shteyngart!

Yoga for People Who Can’t Be Bothered to Do It

The Browser asked Alain de Botton to recommend his favorite essay collections and I was happy to see him make the case for Geoff Dyer‘s Yoga for People Who Can’t Be Bothered to Do It – I was the publicist at Pantheon when this brilliant book came out over a decade ago, and remember trying to convince booksellers that the book didn’t really belong in the “Yoga” or “Self Help” section…but where to shelve it? The only possible place is the “Geoff Dyer” section – which every bookstore should have.
Alain’s list is here.

Sonia from the Bronx

Sonia Sotomayor on 60 Minutes last weekend was a perfect author TV interview – the segment gives just enough of an idea of what Justice Sotomayor’s book is about, a hint of her personality and a couple newsworthy sound bites (“tough bitch”?! What?!) This segment leaves me wanting to know more about her and makes me want to buy her book – I love it.

Europa World Noir

One of my favorite publishers (to work with and to read), Europa Editions, will be publishing a new series of critically acclaimed crime novels from around the world: Europa World Noir starts in Naples 1931 with Maurizio De Giovanni’s I Will Have Vengeance. All I know is I want every single one of these books.

Max Sebald’s writing advice

So happy to see these former students of Max Sebald’s compiled this list of his writing tips. Each line is gold, but I especially like this: “Don’t listen to anyone. Not us, either. It’s fatal.”

Ann Leary at Barnes & Noble UWS tonight!

I’m thrilled to be helping Ann Leary with pr for her novel, The Good House. If you’re in NYC, she’s reading tonight, Jan. 16, at Barnes & Noble on Broadway at West 82nd Street at 7pm. And if you missed Ann talking with WNYC’s Leonard Lopate yesterday, you can hear their great conversation now online.
Here.