


Pride and Persistence in the Pacific

Summary: Louie Zamperini, Olympic track miler (Berlin
1936) and star USC runner, joins the Army Air Corps at the outbreak of WWII.
After his plane plunges into the Pacific Ocean, he survives 47 days on a disintegrating
raft, only to spend the rest of the war being starved and tortured in a series
of Japanese POW camps.
Characters: Although Louie is the main character
in this story, there are many other brave men and women who play a supporting
role. Also, a couple of cameo appearances by famous people such as Jesse Owens
and Adolf Hitler add to the drama.
Themes: Louie’s story is one of Persistence, Bravery, Redemption, and Forgiveness.
Why Book Clubs Will Love it: The author’s depth of research and
attention to detail is evident by the over 50 pages of footnotes she includes.
But her writing is not just factual—it’s also compelling and heart-breaking. I
highly recommend this book to anyone who likes historical non-fiction—and even
those who don’t often read non-fiction. The author writes in such a beautiful
narrative voice, there’s certainly no danger of mistaking this for a text book!
Cheers!
BCC
Links and Details:
Unbroken: A World War II Story of Survival, Resilience, and
Redemption, by
Laura Hillenbrand.
Random House, $27.00
(496p) ISBN 978-1400064168
(November, 2010)
The
Power of Love

In her tenth novel, Solomon's Oak, Jo-Ann
Mapson crafts a story of life, loss and the redeeming power of love. From
almost the first page, we move into Glory’s rustic farm house along with her
foster daughter, Juniper, and just make ourselves at home. Told from the perspective of Glory, Joseph
and Juniper—each struggling with his or her own abandonment issues due to
death, divorce and parental desertion—we experience their anger, fear and
struggle to pull themselves out of the mire their lives have become.
In the back-to-nature setting Mapson has created, we can smell the goats, feel the horses wet coats, and snuggle—and laugh—with the dogs, humorously named Edsel, Cadillac and Dodge. And the healing power of nature is most symbolically embodied in the famous oak on their property. When Glory’s sister Halle remarks, “…your house reminds me of one of those Christmas cards put out by Leanin’ Tree. Everything is so homey and cozy and Western…” It was meant as a put-down, but the scene that Mapson creates is so homey and cozy and you want to curl up on the couch along with them.
If Solomon's Oak is Mapson’s tenth novel, I have nine new books to add to my TBR list!
Cheers!
BCC
A Rose By Any Other Name

A Fine Vintage

Most families have
their pigeonholes and identities. Coming from a family of three girls, I know
first-hand about family roles and labels. My oldest sister, Linda, was “The Smart One”;
my middle sister, Sheri, was definitely “The Pretty One”; so as the baby, I had
to do something to get everyone’s attention (albeit not enough to get any
pictures in the family photo album) so I became “The Funny One.” In Allegra Goodman’s
sixth novel, The Cookbook Collector,
the two sisters, Jess and Emily Bach are defined as “The Creative One” (read “flighty”
“irresponsible” and “granola-natural”) versus “The Responsible One” (read “solid”,
“grounded” and “practical”) respectively.
So, while Emily is cast as a heavy
Cabernet Sauvignon with gripping maturity, Jess is more like a fresh summery
Sauvignon Blanc. But, both sisters are a fine vintage you will want to spend
your time sipping and savoring. This is the perpetual Jungian struggle and in
this case, as in Austen’s Sense and Sensibility,
the contrast provides much of the comedic tension in a wonderful tale
of love and fortunes won and lost. We sense much sisterly affection along with
some slight competition:
”’I’m taking the Berkeley, Locke, Hume seminar,
and logic and philosophy of language…’Jess paused to sip her mango lassi. ’And working and leafleting …for Save the Trees. And I’m also taking
Latin. I think I might be as busy as you.’ Emily laughed. ‘No.’ She was five
years older and five times busier. While Jess studies philosophy at Cal, Emily
was CEO of a major data-storage start-up.”
Like Austen, Goodman has an excellent grasp of personality types and the human psyche, and clearly captures the personal emotions of pain, loss and love. But combine that with a Dickenesque ability to build quirky characters and weave them into the plot in surprising ways—and, well, you’ll just have to read this romp to find out how it all ends. (Although I will warn you that the author cheats a bit at the end and pulls a ‘Wilde’ hare out of her hat reminiscent of The Importance of Being Earnest. But it is so skillfully done, that we quickly forgive this amusing trick.)
This story is part fairytale and part a cynical treatise a la Wall Street on the temptations of greed and ambition. Set in 1999 amidst the heady pre-dot.com bubble, and continuing through the fall of the Nasdaq—followed by the twin towers—Goodman takes us on a rollercoaster ride along with the dramatic stock market dips and dives. But hearts beat along with the ticker tape, and what could’ve been a depressing story of doom and gloom—come on, we all know what’s coming—is actually an optimistic story of love and hope.
Combine the industries of computer software, education, religion, antiquarian books, education, and environmental charities—and you have a pretty interesting mix of work settings—all well-researched by Goodman. It reminded me of an irreverent bumper sticker one of my friends drove around with for years, “Nuke the Gay Whales for Jesus.” But the various viewpoints, instead of causing confusion—like the aforementioned bumper sticker—provide a story of rich perspectives, competing motives, and an interesting study in contrasts.
In addition to contrasts, Goodman has a good time playing with ironies—we can almost see her at her keyboard with her tongue firmly attached to her cheek. First there’s Jess’s tree hugging activities, which contrast with her actual job which is selling books—a product which requires pulverizing those same trees in order to be printed. Then she writes of Emily and Jonathan’s relationship which seemed to be fueled by their individual success as CE-somethings of competing software companies—the same companies that required that they live 3,000 miles away from each other. Also, I wondered at some point if their relationship was based more on the excitement their companies’ IPO were providing than they contributed to themselves. Finally, we read the plethora of letters Emily and Jess’s late mother wrote to her daughters—one to be opened on each of their birthdays until age twenty-five—which would indicate a strong desire to communicate with her little darlings, while meanwhile conspiring with her father to keep them in the dark about significant family secrets.
Like a fine wine maker building complexities into her vintage, the book deals with the struggle for balance: Work and Home life, Trust and Doubt, Getting and Spending, Ideas and Ideals, and the value of the Material versus the Immaterial. Additional themes include the Morality of both businesses and non-profits; Finding Meaning and Identity; and heady Appetites for Love, Sex, God, Money, Food and, of course, Fine Wine.
Goodman’s full-bodied characters are as satisfying as the buttery California chardonnays they sip.
Jess is a perpetual student working on chalking up some more ‘incompletes’ on her doctoral degree in Philosophy. At 23, she also works part-time at Yorick’s Rare and Used Books, part-time leafleting for Save the Trees, and part-time charming the leaders of both. She has an optimistic approach to life. After getting drenched in a rainstorm she tells her sister, “I’m hydrating.” At another point, Goodman writes, “She had a theory about everything, but her ideas changed day to day. It was hard for Emily to remember whether her sister was primarily feminist or environmentalist, vegan or vegetarian. Did she eat fish, or nothing with a face?”
Jonathan is the least likable character—as bloated as his company’s stock price. Although we know his back story and admire his persistence, we never fully trust—or like him. We don’t dislike him for who he is, it’s just that we’re disappointed because he could be so much more. The only time the story lags is when Goodman spends too much time on the East Coast with ISIS, Jonathan and his cohorts there. But just as you begin to miss California—and the sisters—Goodman switches us back to the main event—and we find the absence has made us grow fonder—if that’s possible.
To mix Austenian metaphors, George,
the owner of the antiquarian book store, is our Mr. Darcy. Goodman gives us a succinct
bio on him:
“He was old money, a Microsoft millionaire now returned to Berkeley where he’d gone to college in the seventies, majoring in physics with a minor in psychotropics…George retired, traveled, and donated to worthy cause. But he was eccentric as well. He was a reader, and autodidact with such a love for Great Books that he scarcely passed anymore for a Berkeley liberal. Previously anti-war, at thirty-nine his new concern was privacy. He grew suspicious—his friends said paranoid—of technology, and refused to use e-mail or cell phones. He…boycotted the very products with which he made his fortune, and called Microsoft the Evil Empire, although he still owned stock. In the eye of the internet storm, George sought the treasures of the predigital age.”
‘Cookbook’ feels like historical fiction not only due to the Dickensian, Austenesque and magical fable-like qualities, but also the sharp details Goodman uses to conjure a world—though only a decade ago—markedly different from today including: dial-up connections, economic confidence, and Republicans in office. Her tone remains optimistic amidst tragedy, loss and disappointments: “Sometimes sadder, sometimes wiser, laid off programmers returned to graduate school to finish their degrees, or joined The Peace Corps, or scrambled for money to start new companies, as seedling grow in rings around a redwood struck by lightning.”
Cheers!
BCC
About the author: New York Times bestselling author Allegra Goodman, has previously written the novels, Kaaterskill Falls (1999; a National Book Award finalist), Intuition (2006) Paradise Park (2001), and The Family Markowitz (1996); a short story collection, Total Immersion (1998); as well as a young adult novel, The Other Side of the Island (2008). Her fiction has appeared in The New Yorker and Best American Short Stories. She is a winner of the Whiting Writer’s Award and a fellowship at the Radcliffe Institute for Advanced Study. She lives with her family Cambridge, Massachusetts.
Links and Details:
The Cookbook Collector,
by Allegra Goodman
A Summer Adventure for
Your Book Club

Is your book club looking to go on a grand journey this summer? You need go no further than M.L. Malcolm’s international adventure, Heart of Lies. Fans of Water for Elephants will enjoy the historical aspects of the book. Devotees of Shanghai Girls will love the inside glimpse at the exotic settings—including Shanghai, Budapest, Paris, and Manhattan. Followers of Ken Follett, Jeffrey Archer and David Baldacci will love the political intrigue angle. And admirers of Hotel on the Corner of Bitter and Sweet will love the fact that Heart of Lies is also an old-fashioned love story.
Born a Hungarian peasant, Leo Hoffman leverages his good looks, wit, and a gift for languages and social mimicry to become a rich and powerful man, only to have circumstances and naive choices from his past threaten everything he holds dear.
Set in Europe, Asia and The New World, Leo’s escapades sweep you across the globe. The tumultuous history of the time period—1920’s and 30’s—helps to drive the plot. As many of you know, I love this period of history between the two World Wars, and Ms. Malcolm sprinkles some wonderful tidbits plucked from history into Leo’s story, such as the Hungarian counterfeiting scandal of 1925, the manipulation of the rubber market in 1926, Chiang Kai-shek’s weakening hold on China, the bombing of Shanghai in 1937, and the Japanese invasion of Shanghai, the rise of Hitler’s power, and the Jews fleeing from Germany and Europe…Whew! OK—maybe she does more than ‘sprinkle’…There’s definitely some meat to the history piece!
Although
Malcolm tells a fast-moving adventure story, it is not at the expense of the
characters, dialogue or prose. Ms. Malcolm’s vivid descriptions and meticulous
research are reflected in the language of Leo’s story. Here’s what she writes as
the soldiers returned to Hungary after their defeat in WWI:
“Honor and country had called them to the battlefield of Europe and then abandoned them there, where a weary grayness drifted into their eyes, settled into their hearts, and wrapped around their souls, souls that had been slit open and sucked dry by the beast of the Great War.”
Besides Leo, you will root for the two loves of Leo’s life: his wife, Martha, the great beauty with the lovely voice, and his daughter, Maddy, with her infectious laughter and gift for music. You’ll also meet two characters you will love to hate: Amelia, the scheming temptress, and Lui Tue-Sheng, the powerful head of the Chinese mafia who has a secret hold on Leo’s life. Although Leo denounces his heritage and reinvents himself time after time, he seems to be unable to leave his past behind him—which threatens his future and that of his family.
And though the book is set up for a sequel to follow, I felt the major plot pieces were suitably closed so that the reader feels satisfied, and yet eagerly awaiting that next book for more of Leo and Maddy’s exploits. (Watch for Heart of Deception releasing next year.)
Ms. Malcolm deals with themes that book clubs will want to discuss such as Survival and Perseverance; Deception and Forgiveness; Passion and Love. There are reading group questions and an author’s interview in the back, and the author is available for a visit or phone call to your book club.
Be prepared for your book club to fall in love with Heart of Lies. I sure did.
Links and Details:
Heart
of Lies: A Novel by M.L. Malcolm
Better Than
Room Service!

Have you ever stood in the lobby of a
5-star metropolitan hotel speculating about what really goes on within such a
sumptuous establishment? Did you wonder if it might be even remotely possible
that someone similar to you has checked into that penthouse suite? Well, place
those musings into Manhattan’s Four Seasons Hotel and you have the premise of Based upon Availability,
a recently released novel by Alix Strauss, a lifestyle trend writer who
appears on national morning and talk shows.
In Availability,
Strauss takes you into the lives of eight very different but equally compelling
women; all of whom are connected in some way to Morgan, the hotel’s seemingly
“got it all together” general manager and the book’s central character. The
author uses her “lifestyle trend” expertise to describe each character’s
individual struggle to establish truthful, meaningful human connections.
In addition to the aforementioned
Morgan, who is still grieving for the sister she lost over 20 years ago, we
meet Louise, a drug-addicted, faded rock star attempting rehab in the hotel’s
Suite 2410; Anne, a sad and lonely hotel concierge suffering from OCD; and
Ellen, a decorator whose self-worth is irretrievably tied to her ability—or
lack thereof—to conceive a child. And not to be overlooked are Robin and Vicki
who manage to take sibling rivalry to a whole new level. Are you hooked yet?
You’ll
be sorry if you dismiss this novel as merely another shallow beach read. While Availability is
without question imminently entertaining, it is also an insightful and
engrossing character study of eight women not so very different than you or I.
Looking past their superficial differences, you will find yourself identifying,
in at least some small measure, with each and every one of them—like it or not!
Who cannot relate to feelings of isolation—whether it be in the middle of
Manhattan or simply at a family gathering? And who among us has not had to face
the heartbreaking reality that the object of our deepest affection—be it lover,
sibling or friend—doesn’t share that emotion?
Availability
is smart and unpredictable, and alternately dark
and humorous. Strauss’s writing is superbly crafted as evidenced by how she
conveys each character’s story in a manner that is simultaneously concise, yet
complete. I found that the ties she established between each character to
Morgan and the Four Seasons were incredibly clever, yet totally believable. The
primary strength of this novel, however, is Strauss’ ability to not only cause
us to relate to these characters but to also make us care what ultimately
happens to them—yes, even Lou, the druggie!
Availability
is a natural choice for book clubs. Members will relish hashing over the
all-too-real trials and tribulations of these Manhattan ladies. And when these
individual scenarios are played out in the suites, offices, bars and
restaurants of a swanky Manhattan hotel, you’ve got one truly satisfying
read—on or off the beach!
by Kay Hodges, (The Other) BCC
Based upon Availability,
by Alix Strauss
The Outside Boy Simmers
with Inner Conflict

Jeanine Cummins has written a beautiful coming of age story about a motherless gypsy boy, who struggles to discover who he is in a rapidly changing world—1950’s Ireland.
This story is told in the unique and intuitive voice of a 12-year old Irish Pavee boy, “Christy”—short for Christopher. They call themselves “Travellers.” Unkind town folks, or “Buffers” call them “Tinkers”—you would know them as “Gypsies.” At this point you’re probably starting to hum as Cher’s rendition of Gypsies, Tramps, and Thieves begins to swell in the background… However, Cummins’ s sympathetic treatment of these members of society’s fringe, may cause you to want to join their merry band—painted wagons, campfire songs, and all… Christy provides an excellent point of view for us to learn about his Pavee culture, and the react these outsiders get from the townspeople—both the inclusive and the cruel.
Although Christy is the primary character, we come to care about many of the other supporting cast-members that make his world go round. In fact, two family members that take up a lot of energy in his mind and space in his heart, are deceased—a term our young narrator notes is “a nicer word than dead’.” His “Mam”, who died during childbirth, and thus causes him to carry around huge tinker-buckets full of guilt, and his “Grandda” whose passing provides the drama for the prologue, setting the stage for how Christy’s life will drastically change. Christy’s Dad, Christopher, his cousin, Martin, his Aunt and Uncle, their other children and “Granny” make up the small family of Travellers that take us on Christy’s journey of self-identity.
Although The Outside Boy is a character-driven book, their development is strong enough to move the plot forward in a well-paced story. And while the paperback hefts at over 350 pages, you’ll turn them quickly—so don’t worry about that. The ending promises some surprises and difficult choices for Christy, but still manages to satisfactorily tie up most loose ends.
Cummins’s novel addresses universal themes such as Freedom and Belonging, Pride and Prejudice, Books and Education, Identity, Family and the Concept of Home—all in a way that makes us, the reader, reflect on our own family values. You’ll have tons of topics for your book club to discuss! And yes, there’s a Readers Guide in the back.
Christy’s distinctive voice is
innocent, insightful, and honest—and he makes us not just see, but feel what he
is experiencing as the plot unfolds. He describes his Granny’s anguish at the
death of her life partner in this way:
“The keen she let up was so thick and tender I could nearly see it coming out of her, her breath spiraling out violently in torrid colors, defeating the darkness and drenching the camp with grief.”
And he tells us about his brotherly relationship
with his cousin, Martin, with this description of the two of them as they
huddle together in a blanket watching their Granny:
“Martin squirmed in even closer beside me, and I could feel his elbow stuck between two of my shivering ribs, like we was twins for minute, instead of cousins, We was joined at the eyes and ears, joined at the dread. Everything was silent and stretched—only the tidal rhythm of our shared breath pushed the seconds forward….”
It’s a voice which also reflects his life’s
paradoxes: his love for books and
reading combined with his spotty formal education; his common sense approach to
life—with just a touch of the dreamer.
Yes, I wanted to adopt Christy from the beginning to the end. I mean, who can resist an Outside Boy looking for his home. And—trust me—he’ll be at home in your book club. Read it!
Cheers!
The
Book That Fell to the
Top
of My Pile

Recently I received an Advanced Readers’ Copy of a debut novel, The Girl Who Fell from the Sky, by
a yet-unknown-to-me author, Heidi W Durrow. It had recently received the Bellwether Prize
for Fiction for best fiction addressing issues of social justice. Intriguing—but
not really why I read it right away. The great Barbara Kingsolver wrote the
cover blurb—again, not a real reason to read it next. I read the authors bio—and
not only does she have a kazillion
degrees—somewhat like my Handsome Husband—but she has won way too many awards to
remember—eh, still not a reason to give this book cuts—I was sure it was a
nice, polite book which could wait its turn in line. As many of you know I have
a to-be-read pile that “Save a Tree” activists would love to flog me for. But in
reading the book jacket, the premise of this book was so compelling, I just had to
pick it up and read it. Right then. Am I
ever glad I did! This book was such a
treat—not because it was a light, fluffy and happy book—indeed it is quite
disturbing in parts. But because Heidi Durrow takes you inside this young girl’s
head and makes you see another side, another life, another world.
This fresh coming of age story is alternately narrated by several
unique voices—and in this way, dark family secrets are slowly revealed to the
reader. We see the story unfold from: Rachel, the title character; her late
mother, Nella, by way of journal entries; a neighbor boy, Brick (aka: Jamie); Nella’s
supervisor, Laronne; and by Rachel’s father, Roger, in a solitary, yet insightful
entry. Rachel’s voice is by far the
strongest. Her honest words resonate with quiet wisdom as she struggles with such
themes as: racial identity, love and loss, affection and sexuality, abandonment
and belonging, and growth and survival. Durrow also addresses gritty themes such
as alcoholism and recovery, and abuse and caretaking. In a skillful counterpart,
Brick struggles with many of these same issues as Rachel.
As a sixth-grade girl, we hear Rachel describe her new grandmother:
“This is the picture I want to remember: Grandma looks something like pride.
Like a whistle about to blow.” Later, as a freshman in high school, we hear
Rachel lament “...the other black girls in school think I want to be white.
They call me an Oreo. I don’t want to be white. Sometimes I want to go back to
being what I was. I want to be nothing.” Or as James McBride’s mom would’ve
described it, “the color of water.”
Rachel is a broken soul and in order to try to make sense of her
outward self, she stuffs her feelings: anger, sadness, hurt—and anything she
believes may not be acceptable to those around “the new girl”—into what she
visualizes as an internal blue bottle with a stopper to keep all of her “bad”
feelings in…Heartbreaking, and yet in Durrow’s sparse prose, so clearly seen
and felt.
The ending was a bit unsatisfying, but the powerful story, the
haunting prose, and the idiosyncratic, well-developed characters overshadow
this tiny flaw. Hey—didn’t Margaret Mitchell end Gone With The Wind with “Tomorrow
will be another day?” Book Clubs will certainly have plenty to discuss.
Coming of age, coming to terms with loss—without completely coming undone…Rachel’s story will yank at your heartstrings. This cheerleader gives Heidi Durrow’s freshman novel a two pom pom cheer!
Yay, Heidi!
BCC
Godmother: The Secret
Cinderella Story
“Spread your wings and fly!” That’s what you’ll want to chant to The Godmother—the heroine of the latest book by Carolyn Turgeon. And in writing this bewitching story, that is exactly what Ms. Turgeon has done. Like many well-told novels of late—two of my favorites: The Madonnas of Leningrad (by Debra Dean) and Water for Elephants (by Sara Gruen) immediately come to mind—Godmother takes us on a journey along dual tracks. Lil, an elderly bookseller who works at a small New York City bookshop, tells the primary story line. Lil also narrates the second story—which takes us centuries back in time to her memories of the “real” Cinderella story and the problematic assignment to get her famous charge ready for the Prince’s ball. The story can also be compared to another popular book club read, Wicked (by Gregory McGuire), in that Carolyn picks up a well-known fairy tale, turns it on it head, and darkens it a few shades for good measure. This is not your Grandmother’s fairy tale! Godmother weaves magical portrayals of Lil’s former fairy world, with the darker side of modern New York City. The former reveals an ethereal dream world: days filled with flitting from flower to enchanted flower, playfully teasing with tiny sisters and fairy friends, and leisurely lounging in her silvery lake home. While the latter drudges through the seediness of trash-strewn streets, the dullness of the dingy neighborhood diner, and the loneliness of her tiny apartment. The fairy elders banished our heroine from Fairyland for willfully sabotaging her important mission, and exiled her to a world which holds little appeal for her. But, seeking redemption for past mistakes, Lil throws herself into another matchmaker role—once again reliving the grandeur of her fairy world past. At least for a moment. As our two stories build to a crescendo, Ms. Turgeon skillfully intertwines the two worlds so that it becomes difficult to see but one thread. We don’t know if we’re in New York in the present—or back in Fairyland centuries ago. We just know that we are rooting for Lil to prevail—whatever that might look like. But nothing is ever as it seems, and Godmother’s enigmatic ending provides a twist to not only Lil’s psyche—but also the reader’s as well. As soon as I finished this dark and haunting tale, I wanted to start all over again. Carolyn creates a complex and sympathetic character in Lil—and I found myself falling for some of the other quirky characters as well. In fact, after meeting the charming Carolyn, one must wonder how much of the vivacious Veronica was borrowed from Ms. Turgeon’s own personality. Godmother contains all of the elements that make a great reading group discussion: complex characters; themes of betrayal, guilt, and redemption; unpredictable story lines, and an unconventional outcome that will resonate with readers. Book Clubs will be talking about Godmother, long after their meetings are over!
Rah Rah, Reading!
BCC

Kay Hodges (the other BCC),
author Carolyn Turgeon, and BCC
toasting Godmother in
“Magical”
People of the Book, by Geraldine Brooks has been one of my
obsessions for the past few months. Of course, Pulitzer-prize winning Brooks
knocked our socks off a few years ago, when she wrote March—the
missing story of the father who was absent during the saga of Little Women,
by Louisa May Alcott. Ms. Brooks is known for
her great characters, and complex stories, outdid herself with ‘People.’ The multiple story lines,
changing timelines, and diverse characters will have you running for a map to
keep track of them all. I created the chart below, and found it helpful in
getting all the facts in order. I hope you do too. As my map footnote
indicates, it is a work in progress. If you find errors or omission, please
contact me so that I might update the chart.
Rah Rah, Reading!
BCC
Among the Mad—The
The marvelously
mysterious duo of Jacqueline Winspear and Maisie Dobbs are together again for
the sixth time—although for them, the first time was certainly a charm. Henry
Holt and Co. has just released the latest novel in the Maisie Dobbs mystery
series, Among the Mad. So, I can’t wait to
finish this piece, crack Mad’s hardcover, and escape into
1930’s
And so she began
to question, “What got someone into this place?” and “Where was the line between those who were
‘in’ and those who were ‘out’?”
Spark number two
came from her experience working in downtown London in the early-80’s—a time
rife with terrorism. Often, if the weather was nice, Jacqueline would take her
lunch sitting in Regent’s Park, listening to the bands playing in the
bandstand. One day, however, as she had just left the park, the earth shook
with deep reverberations—not from the band—but from the eight bombs that exploded
simultaneously, directly under the bandstand. Investigations of the incident,
showed that those who actually set off the bombs had to be fairly close-by in
order to detonate them, and were placing themselves in mortal danger with their
actions. This caused Jacqueline to wonder, “ What kind of person would do
that?” and what she learned was rather shocking. In the late-70’s most of the
mental institutions in Great Britain were beginning to “deinstitutionalize”
their populations, and many of these former residents were not welcomed into
society, but rather, shunned. Terrorists were then recruiting the
‘disenfranchised’, giving them a sense of belonging—while serving their own purpose.
The third spark
that inspired Jacqueline was related to her grandfather, who had fought in WWI
and was wounded in the Battle of the Somme. Not only did he live for
the rest of his life with shrapnel in his legs, but he had also been gassed and
suffered from shell shock. The latter ailment proved to be the most serious,
and caused a sensitivity to loud noises. Particularly, screaming could bring
him to tears, and as a child, Jacqueline remembers having to be extremely quiet
around her grandfather. She later learned that by unofficial count it is
thought that 200,000 to 250,000 cases of shell shock resulted from WWI action.
As an adult, Jacqueline
has visited Flanders three times—she called it a pilgrimage. On July 1, 1916, in
the first hour of The Battle of The Somme, 2,000 soldiers were killed—by the
battle’s conclusion in November, over 620,000 Allied troops would be killed.
She said as she walked the sacred ground in the Somme Valley, you could almost
hear the ghosts in the silence.
Rah Rah,
Reading!
BCC


The Memoirs of a Beautiful Boy,
by Robert Leleux
I laughed when Jessica prayed for Jesus to smite the cars off the
freeways when she was in a hurry. I cried when Robert watched all of his
earthly goods ruined in a freak summer downpour. And I wet those aforementioned
spankies when Jessica’s infected lip implant flew across the room, injuring a
small child.
Of course, one of my favorite analogies was when he described his
mother’s new fake hair as looking and sounding like a yellow pom pom. It was as
if he wrote that line with me in mind…
If
"Winning…sprightly…head tossing, high-strung
comedy.”—The New York Times
“Utterly beguiling…witty, irreverent, a romp on paper.” –The Philadelphia
Inquirer
“Wickedly funny and tender…ridiculously tasty.” –The
“This hilarious, heartbreaking memoir is a pure joyride
for the reader.”—Times-Picayune (
"[Leleux] displays a nice self-effacing wit, a
talent for constructing funny scenes, and a genuinely sweet spirit that engages
the reader's sympathy." –Booklist
BCC




Ad Hudler,
Author of Man of the House

Ad Hudler is one of my favorite FaceBook Friends! He is always so entertaining that I look forward to his wall posts each day. You may also remember him as the guy who painted his face green and arrived at the Pulpwood Queen’s ‘Over the Rainbow’ Ball earlier this year, dressed as The Great and Powerful Oz—complete with the curtain! Well, he just got back from his whirlwind “Tailgate Tour”—you know—one of those tours where, “If it’s Tuesday, This Must Be Baton Rouge”—visiting a kazillion book clubs and helping them celebrate his latest novel, Man of the House. And from the posts and pictures I’ve seen from his excited book clubs fans, I believe his tour could’ve also been called “The Ad-miration Tour”!
We at BookClubCheerleader.com figured Ad would have some book club stories to tell our readers, and he did not disappoint… Oh, and if your book club is reading Ad's humorous novel, be sure to check out our Fun and Festivities column for a great icebreaker game you could play at your meeting!
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Being an author definitely has its perks: For starters, you can work, uninhibited, in your underwear. Also, you’re very close to a refrigerator all day long (oops: that’s a bad thing, too), and it’s easier to get the laundry done because you’re home all day.
But my favorite part of being an author is connecting with readers – especially through book clubs. Having written four novels, I’ve visited hundreds of book clubs, either in person or via Skype or speakerphone. Recently, I finished a Tailgate Tour, in which I drove my F150 to chapters of the Pulpwood Queen book-club group that had chosen my newest novel as their July read. I breezed through six states in as many days, and the Queens treated me like a King. (Thanks, ladies!)
Now and then, you meet a book club that defies description. Recently, I visited one in Louisiana that was comprised of women of all ages, ranging from their early 20s to nearly 70. (This is unusual in book clubs). Over the course of two hours these women examined my characters and me more thoroughly than a doctor at the Mayo Clinic. I left, having learned much about myself and my work.
Still, I wondered how and why this group was different. And then someone told me: several women in the group were engineers. Aha! Of course! It made perfect sense. My male engineer friends are always intrigued with how and why things work. Well, wouldn’t it make sense that their more-sensitive female peers would approach novels and their characters and relationships in the same manner? They would disassemble a novel and scrutinize its parts, right? All in all, a fascinating, enlightening experience.
Still, I’ve detected some similarities, some templates of book clubs over the years:
Cosmo-and-Tequila Girls: Usually, these book clubs meet on Friday or Saturday night. Often, they are composed of young mothers who desperately need a break from their kids who have ridden them hard all week long. The author’s challenge in these groups is to speak loud enough that he can be heard over the whir of the blender and clanking of the cocktail shaker. A lot of times the members talk more about their husbands and problem teachers at school than about my book, which is okay with me as long as someone serves me a Cosmo or three. Mascot: Paris Hilton
The Professors: These book clubs usually only serve wine (and usually red), and they meet in the afternoons because there’s generally a lecture or art exhibit they want to see that night. Several of the book club members belong to the American Association of University Women, and there are at least four women with graduate degrees in the group. As readers, they are deep and critical, and they’ll say things like, “I think there are some inconsistencies in chapter five. Your protagonist wouldn’t have _________; it is out of character for him to do so.” Usually, these book clubs choose weighty, serious literary titles, and they’ve chosen one of my funny novels as their lite summer read. The copies of their books are filled with questions, scribbled in the margins. Mascot: Madeleine Albright
The Shrinking Violets: Sometimes you get a book club that is very quiet. Once, three book clubs from Knoxville, Tennessee decided to read my entire collection of work (four novels), then invited me up to discuss them over a fancy luncheon in the Cherokee Country Club. I was really looking forward the event, thinking it would be fascinating to get other peoples’ take on my largely autobiographical novels. These women were going to help me make sense of my life. It was going to be as good as FREE THERAPY – right? But the luncheon turned out to be just that: a luncheon. Only one woman asked a question: “Do you like to write in the morning or in the evening?” When this happens I have to wonder: Is it me? Did I make them mad or scare them in some way? Was I scratching myself down there and not even aware of it? Mascot: Queen Elizabeth.
So … which of these best describes your book club? The above descriptions are the extremes. Are you a little of each? Does your group’s behavior depend on the type of book you’re reading that month? Are the margaritas going to flow as freely when you’re tackling something weighty and sinewy like a Wally Lamb book?
All I can say is, when it comes to book clubs, viva la difference! Thanks for keeping us writers thinking and engaged. Thanks for your comments and thoughts and suggestions to help make our work better.
Oh, and thanks for the martinis, too.
Ad Hudler

Ad Hudler as the Great and Powerful Oz,
and signing his book for the BCC at PWQ Girlfriends' Weekend (If you look carefully, you may
notice that the gals at Beauty and The Book gave him a couple of pink and
purple hair extensions—what a sport)

Marcia
Fine,
Author of Stressed in Scottsdale

At the Erma Bombeck Writer’s Conference
last month, I met a charismatic and high-energy author, Marcia Fine. She was
part of a group of us who seemed to stick together all weekend enjoying the
workshops and great speakers. Although Stressed In Scottsdale is Marcia’s latest endeavor, I am currently
reading her historical fiction novel, Paper Children - An Immigrant's Legacy —and loving it! I asked Marcia if
she would like to write a little something for Book Club Cheerleader readers—so
here you are:
I
love to read! Our book group is all women who are only children save one, so a
book was our best friend growing up. I didn’t go anywhere without something to
read. Still don’t. I even read the back of cereal boxes at breakfast.
I
didn’t have many career choices growing up so like many of us, I could only
choose from: secretary, nurse or teacher.
My
parents insisted I go to college and wouldn’t let me take typing in high school
because I’d miss band practice (I looked stunning in the quasi-military grey
uniform made out of heavy wool, a five-pound hat with a plume and nurse’s shoes.)
If I missed band practice that meant I wouldn’t be able to march in the Orange
Bowl Parade on a hot Florida night behind the horses. So no secretarial/
shorthand pool for me!
Nursing
was out because my mother said I couldn’t touch strange men’s private parts—so becoming
a teacher was my only option. After
choosing English as my subject, I spent the early part of my career teaching
students how to love the written word. And to spell correctly. And put in
punctuation.
But
I always wanted to write. It took a number of career changes (kept the same
husband along the way which was much harder!) until I got to my goal. As an
author of five novels I write in two different genres: historical and satire. The historical novels take longer to write
because I do extensive research—even visiting the countries of my character’s
origins.
Paper Children - An Immigrant's Legacy is
based on letters my grandmother gave me from her family who were trapped in
Poland during WWII. She called her precious relics, “Paper Children.” That
novel has been a finalist in three major contests. The Blind Eye, First Prize
winner from the Arizona Author’s Association, is a parallel story of an aunt
protecting her niece in 15th century Spain and Portugal, and a
contemporary Cuban-American woman who sees her life with a jaundiced, satirical
view.
Gossip.com, Boomerang and
Stressed In Scottsdale are
part of a series about Jean Rubin, a multitasking mama who deals with a
distracted husband, a nagging mother, self-important kids and lots of issues
from academic freedom to the environment.
Stressed In Scottsdale won
First Prize in the Humor/Satire category from the Arizona Publishing Association,
as well as Second Prize (Silver) for Women’s Fiction from the “Living Now”
Awards.
All
of the above means I have plenty to talk about! Especially to Book Clubs—who ask
the best questions. They like to know what’s fiction and what’s not in Paper Children (I travel with family pictures and some
of my grandmother’s accessories), am I as stressed out as Jean Rubin (some of
the time), and how did I do research in Portugal when my topic is 500 years old
(I visited ancient sites and archives.) I
love to share how I find my material and make them laugh. I’m never more at
home than when I’m speaking to a group who loves books and reading. Sometimes
my husband wonders where I’ve been all evening. When I tell him I’ve been
“bonding” over books, he smiles and says, “Only you.” But I know there are
thousands out there just like me!
Be sure to check out the Book Club
Cheerleader interview with Marcia about her book club, The Spicy Cashew
Book Nuts, in our Book Club Close-up column, as well!
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I
met so many wonderful writers at the Pulpwood Queens Girlfriend’s Weekend last
January! One author, M.L. Malcolm, approached our table and introduced herself.
She was wearing the most beautiful hat I’d ever seen—I had to remind myself to
quit staring at it and listen to what she was actually saying. Well, we chatted
for quite some time and then I kept bumping into her the rest of the weekend. On
a recent trip to LA to see my son, we got together again, and I was amazed to
discover what a rich experience she has had with book clubs! I asked M.L. Malcolm
to write about it for Book Club Cheerleader readers—be sure to note the special
offer at the end!
MISSION: POSSIBLE
M.L. Malcolm, Book Club Buccaneer
I
receive a short communication, usually in a digital format, but occasionally by
phone. Most of the time the message
comes from a person whose name I do not recognize. It’s better that way, I think. Better for my contact to reach out to me anonymously
before getting too involved; once I’ve agreed to accept the mission and have received
my instructions, there’s no turning back for either of us.
At
the designated time I get into my car, catch a plane or a train, and head to
the rendezvous. Despite having
undertaken dozens of similar assignments, every engagement is a new adventure,
different in every detail, and I try to prepare accordingly.
As I
approach my destination my heart pumps faster.
I double-check my coordinates. I
arrive. I put on my hat. I’m M.L. Malcolm, novelist and Book Club Buccaneer.
I’ve been invited to visit another book
club, and I am THRILLED to be there!
Even
before my first novel was published I was a huge book club advocate. My own book club experience grew out of a
“play group” made up of five professional-women-turned-at-home-Moms and our
five toddler boys. The play group
disbanded on the day we sent our darlings off to kindergarten. At our official “farewell” lunch one of the
other Moms turned to me and asked, “Why don’t we start a book club? We can each invite a couple of friends, and
meet once a month to talk about books.”
She
called me just two hours later. “Have
you talked to anyone about the book club yet?”
“Yes,”
I replied. “It’s amazing. I’ve already talked
to four people who practically leapt through the phone line they were so
excited about the idea.”
“Well,
we’d better stop there,” she said. “That makes fourteen people already signed
up.”
That
group became the S.O.F.A. Babes of Atlanta.
(S.O.F.A. stands for “Save Our Flannel Attire.” Yes, it’s a long story, and yes, I’d be happy
to share it. Just email me if you want to
hear “all the gories,” as my Aussie friend says. But I digress….)
At
first we S.O.F.A. Babes were a friendly bunch, but not necessarily a tightly-knit
group of friends; in fact the bonds of friendship within our group sometimes
shifted like the path of an aggravated electron circling the nucleus of an
unstable atom. But the focus of our
interaction was always our love of books, and our desire to share them with
people with whom we felt comfortable. Meeting
regularly to discuss books gave each of us a sense of community, an experience
sorely lacking in modern life. Through
our mutual love of reading, the synergy of our individual relationships created
an entity that was much more than the sum of its sometimes discordant parts. Over time the S.O.F.A. Babes became more than
just a reading group. We were there for
each other during many personal trials and tribulations, including the death of
one of our members from cancer. Being a
member of that group enhanced my life in inestimable ways.
When
my first novel was published I made a determined effort to reach out to book
clubs. I’ve spoken to clubs that have
just started, and to others that have been going strong for years. One of my favorite clubs refers to itself as,
“A Drinking Club with a Reading Problem.”
Another one of my favorites is, “The Burned Out Sisters,” who live near
San Diego. These women all lost their
homes in the devastating Scripps Ranch fire in 2003, and formed a cooperative
to help negotiate with insurance companies, construction firms, and the governing
powers that supervised everything while they rebuilt their homes. When their houses were finished, they decided
that they all liked each other so much, they didn’t want their regular meetings
to end. So, they formed a book
club. I’ve been invited twice to visit
with “The Burned Out Sisters,” and feel privileged to now call some of these
wonderful women my friends.
Not
every book club is made up of soul sisters or life long friends, but my
experience has taught me that books bring people together in wonderful
ways. And being in a book club often
gets you out of your comfort zone in terms of what you normally like to read,
so that you expand your literary horizons (one of the few positive modes of
expansion available to “women of a certain age”). In addition, participating in a book club is
something you do for yourself, at a
time in life when many women spend much of their time doing things for
others. A book club can function as a social
and intellectual oasis.
Of
course, I’ve also met with book clubs that include men, and that’s enjoyable,
too; but I’ve found that men are almost always too shy to talk about sex when
there are women in the room, and that women are often hesitant to discuss
politics when men are in the room, both of which, depending on the book, can
put a real damper on the conversation!
Perhaps
one of the reasons that my “clubbing” has been so successful is that I write
historical fiction with a lot of depth, so that my books provide a lot of good
fodder for conversation. My first novel,
“Heart of Lies,”
is set in the tumultuous time between the two World Wars. It’s about a young Hungarian, Leo Hoffman,
who inadvertently involves himself in an international counterfeiting
scheme. Falsely accused of murder, he
flees with his lover to Shanghai, the only place he can go without a passport or
a visa, only to discover that the gangsters who run the decadent city from the
shadows do not intend to let him outrun his past.
Because
everything that happens in the book is based on actual historical events as
well as my husband’s family history, and because the characters are often
forced into situations where survival requires them to make choices that are
never cut-and-dried, there’s always a lot to talk about. Controversy begets conversation. When readers find out that the book is based
on by real events, they often become willing to share their personal stories,
which as an author I find fascinating and inspiring. In addition, I always encourage extreme
candor, and I love provocative questions; my interaction with readers
invariably enables me to improve my writing.
My
second novel, “Heart of Deception” won ForeWord Magazine’s silver medal
for Historical Fiction Book of the Year in 2009, and will be reissued by Harper
Collins next year. It continues the
story of Leo Hoffman and his family, so I’m hoping it will inspire lots of good
conversations as well.
Then
there’s my hat collection, which provides its own source of entertainment. I own at least fifty hats, and love to wear
them. Despite the fact that a hatbox is
an awkward piece of luggage with which to travel by plane, I seldom travel
without at least one hat. In fact, if
I’m in an airport toting a hat box, there’s a good chance I’m going to a
meeting or event that has to do with books!
I
love visiting with readers so much that my husband (whose previous job involved
a lot of international travel) gave me all of his frequent flyer miles so that
I can fly all over the country to visit book clubs. Using these miles, I’ve been to visit over
forty clubs in eight states, often visiting clubs I knew nothing about other
than the fact that at least one of their members had read my book and liked it,
and that the club had issued me an invitation.
I have not had one bad experience; to the contrary, I’ve met with
several clubs I wish I could’ve joined!
I’ve
had so much fun visiting clubs that, with the blessing of my publisher, Harper
Collins, we’ve started a new program.
It’s called, “Buy the Book, Get the Author FREE!” I’ll visit any book club within a two-hour
drive of any major airport in the U.S. If
the meeting is organized through an independent book store, my publisher will even
pay for the wine! All we ask is for a
commitment to purchase 20 books. If a
visit isn’t feasible I’m always happy to Skype or conference call into a meeting,
and/or answer questions in advance via email.
If
you are in a book club or just love to read, I would love to hear from you. Please email me at mlmalc@aol.com, and check
out my website, www.MLMalcolm.com.
That’s me: M.L. Malcolm, Book Club Buccaneer: love hats, love books, will
travel!


I have a confession to make: I've never
belonged to a book club.
I love books, have loved them since
childhood. When I read a good one, I like to talk about it with other people
who've read it. Likewise, when I read a bad one, I like to compare notes, to
figure out why it was a bad book for me. So why didn't I find a book club where
I could do this kind of thing?
Part of the reason is because I had a
"sitcom" impression of them. You know those comedies, where the main
character is in a book club populated by rude, boring, or stupid people. Or the
book club is fine, and the main character's spouse tries to join, with
disastrous results. Always funny, but I don't want to live in episodic TV.
But the top reason why I've never joined a
book club is that I've never found one at the right time in the right place.
Call me lazy. (Go ahead, I've been called worse.) I need the stars to be in
alignment to join anything. At least, that's my excuse for not going to the
gym…
My first book club was actually a lapsed
club that had been resurrected by my friend, Joanna Keating-Velasco. My book is
set in our hometown of
Even though I knew I'd have a good time at
Joanna's, she really outdid herself in the fun department. First, she made up
some questions about me and my character Peri for people to answer. The person
who answered the most questions correctly received a gift basket with a Dean
Martin CD, a Freezer Burn mug and a copy of the book. After that, she raffled
off a large chocolate bar, which works into a joke about Peri, that she solves
every case by crying, eating chocolate and slapping everyone until somebody
confesses.
In between all this, I talked about the
book and answered questions, and we were fed a delightful assortment of
appetizers and sweets, all prepared by Joanna's husband. It was a fun evening.
Shortly after that event, I was invited to
speak at my friend's mom's book club. I met Sue through our mutual passion for
horses; we ride at the same stable, with the same trainer. I had only met her
mom, Ellen, one other time and it was a funny experience. Sue told her I write
a humor column for my local newspaper, and Ellen's comment to me was, "You
know what you need for your column? Recipes."
Suffice to say, I had no idea what to
expect from that book club.
Sue and I arrived on Wednesday night to
the smell of something wonderfully garlic-and-tomato based in the oven. It
turns out, this book club is a potluck dinner, so by the time the other 18
ladies arrived, the table was filled with delicious food. (Oh, and everyone
brought a bottle of wine, too.)
I could only assume that Sue and Ellen
were the only ones who had read my book, but it didn't matter. It isn't the
kind of club where everyone reads the same book and discusses it. Instead,
everyone brings a book they've read recently. They take turns giving their
review, then place their book on a table. At the end of all the reviews, they
take turns selecting books to borrow from the table.
I gave my report of Freezer Burn, and Ellen added that she
had read it and really liked it. Everyone sounded interested and had lots of
questions, so I was glad I had brought some books with me. By the end of the evening,
I had sold six copies, met some fabulous women, and learned about more books
that I want to read. I also ate some more yummy food.
My advice to authors is, if you're invited to a book club, be prepared to be flexible. You may be talking to people who've read your book, or people who haven't, but it doesn't matter. Meet everyone and make conversation, just like you're at a party (but not the kind where you drink too much and pass out in the dip). Treat your book as the second thing on your priority list. The first should be the people.
BCC note: Gayle Carline
is a humor columnist for the Placentia News-Times, and award-winning author of
the new novel, Freezer Burn, the first in the Peri Minneopa Mysteries series.

7) You've given
your husband strict orders, under penalty of no sex, that Amazon, B&N or
Borders gift cards are the only acceptable gift.
6) You're last
routine blood work revealed a level for ink. The only explanation your doctor
has is that ink has been absorbing through your fingertips. She suggests you
read with gloves.
5) You're local
librarian sends people to YOU for book suggestions.
4) You've
purchased Christmas/Hanukah gifts for favorite characters and only realized
your mistake after you got home, wrapped them and placed them under the tree.
But then again, they are your best friends.
3) The vacuum
cleaner has been sitting in the middle of the living room for three days
because you found an unread book under the sofa and you haven't moved from the
crouched position you were in when you found it.
2) You've
convinced the IRS that "Book (insert last name here)" is a dependent.

Shannon McKenna Schmidt,
Author of
Novel Destinations
In addition to reading, I love to travel. In fact, I find the
lengthy plane rides (as well as the sometimes more time consuming waits)
involved with both leisure and business travel provide this slow
reader with great opportunities to make concerted progress in my book
reading.
http://www.noveldestinations.com

Kelsey Timmerman,
Author of
Where am I Wearing
You HAVE to see Kelsey's very humorous video on Book Clubs vs. Book Signing: Click here. Of course, Kelsey reaches the logical conclusion that visiting Book Clubs can’t be beat!! But, of course, we already knew that. Here’s what Kelsey has to say as introduction: “This video is based on true experiences (even the bra lady!) at book signings and book clubs. If you have a book club, I would love to come visit it, especially if you’ll be discussing any or all of the following: strawberry pie, cheesecake, margaritas, beer, and (oh, yeah) my book. I would prefer to come in person, but if the distance is too great, maybe I can be there virtually (Skype, chat, phone). Email me: kelsey@travelin-light.com. (a big thanks to the book club cheerleader for this video’s inspiration.)"
Click on the picture above to watch Kelsey's video on Book Clubs vs. Book Signing--It's a hoot!
Follow-Up Note on
Meg Waite Clayton,
author of The Wednesday Sisters: She is hot, hot, hot! Not only was “Sisters” just chosen as Target Bookmarked Club Pick for the Summer—but it’s also a Borders Book Club Selection. Congratulations, Meg—well deserved! If your reading group hasn’t read it yet—this would be a great “next book” for your reading group! Check out the interview we did on her last month, in the archives, below.
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