Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Print sale: possessed owls, bristlecones, moths, weird bears and much more


Since moving back to Santa Cruz, I've added a new tradition to my life: heading up the hill, jostling for parking, and making my way to the UCSC student Print Sale, which is coming up next Friday. Some of the stuff is dirt cheap. Other stuff is quite expensive. All profits go to the artists. They have all kinds of handmade books, posters, children's illustrations, portraits and lithographs. Last year I saw pictures of bristlecones, moths, Easter Island heads, dancing bears, possessed clowns, and recreated old-time California maps. Last year I bought a wood-block print showing five owls standing in the crook of a moonlit yew tree. It's hanging above me as I write this. Below the owls, there are five dangling ribbons with an inscription running across them in French. I have no idea what it means.

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

Read these next: Stewart O'Nan and Francisco Goldman (and more)

Here are a few new or new-ish books that you -- both of you -- might like.

Stewart O'Nan's Emily, Alone is marvelous. In this slender book, old people live in an in-between world. Just driving across town -- braving roundabouts, moving in and out of tight garages in a big clunky boat of a car -- is an Odyssey in itself. Emily, the title character, lives in a crooked piece of time. She's trying hard to hold on to her routine, her memories, and her vitality. At the same time, she's moving toward resignation. At one point in the story, Emily is filling out holiday cards, a task she despises but can't bring herself to give up. She glances at her address book and notices a near-perfect split between the list of friends who are still alive and those who died years ago, or moved away. It's just one of the many quiet and powerful moments in this book. Reading through this, I asked myself, "Why hadn't I heard of this author before? Looks like he's written many other books before this. Who has been hiding him away from me for all these years?"


I've just started Say Her Name by Francisco Goldman, who recently spoke at the Capitola Book Cafe. In just a couple of lines, he sets up the story: from the first few opening lines, we know (in this autobiographical work of fiction) that the protagonist has lost his much-younger wife in a freak accident and that her mother blames him for what happened. Then, flip the page and see how the narrator particularizes their relationship with a description of an axolotl, "a species of salamander that never metamorphose out of the larval state, something like polliwogs that never became frogs." We learn that Aura, the young wife, was fascinated by these creatures, and loved a famous short story by Julio Cortazar in which an axolotl, and a man staring at the creature through the glass of a terrarium, swap souls; the man is trapped behind the glass, and the axolotl, in its new human skin, walks away. It's a strange and beautiful way to begin this story about love, grief, art, and identity slippage. Sarah Bakewell's How To Live is a terrific introduction to Montaigne, his essays, his adventures, friends and antagonists. I plowed right through this so quickly that I wanted more. Maybe the paperback version will include an addendum chapter in which Bakewell maps out one of those crazy, rambling, shape-shifting essays from beginning to end, stop by stop, like a tour guide. Speaking of "tour guide" and "shape shifting," Karen Russell's book Swamplandia is a jungle-boat cruise through an enchanted bog. All for now.

Also, here's an addendum: one of my readers told me that she didn't want to read Francisco Goldman's book because "it's about some lady who turns into a salamander. That sounds scary to me." That is a bit of a misreading of my blog post. His book only refers to salamanders (in a specific context) in that one scene. It is about the arc of a relationship and coping with loss, and while the book does have some fantastical elements, the work, as a whole, is most certainly not about amphibians.

Sunday, May 15, 2011

Banana slug stampede in Nisene Marks

If you've never been to Nisene Marks, get in your car and go there now.

It just rained, and the place is oozing with giant banana slugs -- skinny ones, fat ones, short ones, curly ones, straight ones, green ones, yellow ones, old ones, baby ones.

I was only there for an hour, and I saw 25 of these slime-covored creatures without trying.

Strange that I saw exactly that number, considering this is the 25th anniversary of Sammy the Slug, the mascot over at UC Santa Cruz.

Coincidence? Yes.


Tuesday, May 10, 2011

"How come you guys never touch me on the knee?" Drunk neighbor's list of grievances

On Cinco de Mayo, one of neighbors got really drunk, staggered out into the street and began to shout a list of specific grievances to his housemates. Since I couldn't sleep anyhow (he woke me up at 1:55 in the morning with his shrieking, bellowing and sidewalk stomping), I took out a pen and wrote down his rantings, verbatim.

Here is his list of grievances:

1. His friends are insensitive to his needs.
2. His friends (male as well as female) refuse to touch him in affectionate ways. He was especially concerned that his housemates touch each other's knees during conversations but rarely if ever touch him on the knee. In fact he cannot remember "one freaking time" when they've touched him on the knee.
3. His friends rarely hug him.
3. He has low self-esteem. His friends are responsible for his lack of self esteem. The lack of knee-touching and hugs makes it worse. If his friends would only massage his knees on a regular basis, he would feel good about himself.
4. His friends do not understand him.
5. On certain occasions they will do "fun things" without alerting him to their plans. Then, when he'll find out about the fun plans, they will lie about it and cover it all up. "You make it seem like you've assembled spontaneously, when in reality, you've planned ahead and gone somewhere and never told me."

I hope my neighbor gets the comfort and knee-petting that he craves. I'll upload an illustration soon.

Thursday, April 28, 2011

Pacific Crest Trail 2011: Free Range Amelia lights out from Santa Cruz

Hoping you will have kind words and perhaps some canned cling peaches with syrup for Free Range Amelia, who is representing for Santa Cruz on the Pacific Crest Trail this year.

She's doing a full-on through hike and should be arriving in Campo soon. My impression is that Free Range Amelia can throw down quite a lot of miles per day so you'll have to keep up as best you can.

She will update this journal regularly. This blog post has been amended to remove the word "GORP." Gorp is disgusting.

Wednesday, April 27, 2011

Drown out your annoying neighbors (and get some writing done)

I just found out about this free Web application that lets you blast white noise through your computer or iPhone.

By the way, if you're a Pacific Crest Trail hiker, you're out there hiking with an iPhone, and you want to drown out your chatty trail companions, you might want to think about this, too. Just put on those headphones and put the volume on full blast.


Living Writers series continues in Santa Cruz ... with Aimee Bender and more

O.K. That's enough about the goose for now. Here's the rest of the series. I'm staking out my parking spot; don't swoop me. Scroll down to the bottom for the full schedule. Why didn't someone tell me there was a typo in here?

(pictured: Aimee Bender)


May 5
Jessica Hagedorn

May 12
Aimee Bender

May 26
Neo Benshi, Roxi Power Hamilton, Jen Hofer and Konrad Steiner

Here is the full schedule.

Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Memorial service for iconic goose

I know I have been posting quite a bit about Lucy the iconic goose. Just wanted to mention that there is a memorial service at 6 p.m. today. It would feel kind of weird for me to go to such a funeral, and perhaps hypocritical [I'm eating a glazed roasted chicken for dinner this evening with all the trimmings] but I admired Lucy and will leave some kind of note if there's a visual memorial.

Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Monday, April 18, 2011

Rest in peace, Lucy the Goose

I was saddened to hear that Lucy the Goose, a tireless and resilient Santa Cruzan, was killed over the weekend.

She was an older goose -- well into her teens, which is pretty old in the goose world. She had dirty gray feathers, a baritone voice that could carry for a half mile, and a bright-orange growth, roughly the size and shape of a walnut, over her upper beak.

I know that there is a long and embattled history surrounding Lucy, and that some local neighbors were upset about the noise and droppings, etc. Did this sentiment have something to do with her demise? News reports didn't say. According to one account, she may have been the victim of an animal attack. I suppose that's possible, though it wouldn't have been easy for a creature to get her. She was fairly well-protected behind a fence, and often slept and rested in areas that were completely surrounded with water.

One of Lucy's longtime fans told me that she used to live out near that big lagoon in Live Oak, once known for its large flock of loud, knee-pecking geese. According to one account, she was "dumped" in the harbor one day. Over the years, local publications have mentioned the controversy over Lucy's noise and messes, mostly as an excuse to fold in every pun you can think of involving "fowl" and ruffled feathers, etc.

Lucy was not perfect. For one thing, she was lazy. Her trumpet was so loud you could hold your cellphone up to it, and it would hurt your listener's ears. When she walked, she swung back and forth so much that she sometimes bowled herself over just walking up a hill. Lucy could go from retiring to aggressive and back again with little warning. Sometimes Lucy would preen for her fans, then turn her back on people or shout at them for no reason.

But she was part of the harbor landscape, and a testament to perseverance. Preferring her own company, she ate and played alone, but she was indulgent towards the people who served as her unofficial caretakers.

Even the tsunami storm could not drive her out of the channel for long.

Lucy will be missed.

I hope someone gets to the bottom of this soon.

(above: image of Lucy at full wingspan)

Friday, April 15, 2011

Helene Wecker: The Golem and the Djinni

Ever read a book that isn't published just yet but you have a feeling that it will be -- and that it's only a matter of time? That's what I thought when reading early drafts of Helene Wecker's novel-in-progress, The Golem and the Djinni, which has been taking shape in various cafes and BART train rides for the past few years. Helene, an East Bay resident, just found out that her radical (and masterful) reworking of the Golem legend will be coming to a bookstore near you in 2013, from HarperCollins.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

A recap of Literary Orange

I just found this one online. I remember speaking briefly with the young author in between panels.

Anyhow, my brother and I are going to put our own thoughts together about the conference. We're comparing notes and should post something soon.

Monday, April 11, 2011

Chaos, caterpillars and still life: an evening with Harry Berger

This one goes out to one reader in particular (you know who you are.) Looks interesting, doesn't it?

Great conference

Another great conference. Met many other dedicated, hard-working authors in and outside of my field. Most importantly, I was able to catch up with family and consume about 700,000 calories worth of food. Stay tuned for more detailed thoughts on this. Seems like people really enjoyed our presentation about travel and voice writing. They asked a lot of great questions. I even shot a YouTube video of sorts, though I recorded it when the coffee and gooey cookies were starting to wear off. Who knows what it is going to look like! When it was over, I went back and forth to panels all over the place, taking in other presentations. My favorite was the nonfiction panel, which was fascinating (a couple of the panelists seemed irritated at one another but that added to the drama). Ron Hansen did a great job with the opening keynote; he talked a lot about the origins of his art, attributing it to some unusual sources, including his brother, who shared an "imaginary language" that somehow turned into a seedling for Hansen's future books. He also shared some observations, courtesy of John Updike, about the beauty of the mundane. That resonated with me. More soon. .

Thursday, April 07, 2011

Southern California bound

See you all in a day and a half at Literary Orange. If you're going, get there early; I hear that it's easy to get lost on campus. My panel will speaking at 1030 a.m. sharp at the UC Irvine event center. We'll talk about voice, place and memoir (I hear that some folks who missed the last Northern California event will be there.) I'm signing books from 1130 to 1230 and then I'll stay for the whole thing.

Friday, April 01, 2011

Tobias Wolff at UC Santa Cruz: reading binges and inspiration

Tobias Wolff wishes he could say that reading Thomas Mann started him out on the road to becoming an author. He remembers reading an interview with Susan Sontag in which she talked about reading Mann and Soren Kierkegaard when she was still in grade school. Sontag even managed to meet Mann in Los Angeles when she was a teenager.


“She was very precocious,” Wolff said, dryly, during his opening remarks at the first night of UCSC'S Living Writers Series, which drew a capacity crowd to the Humanities Lecture Hall on Thurday.


Each one of us has an author like that, Wolff said. “You look back and think about who it was that made you store up extra batteries in your flashlight so you could stay up reading, and put towels under the doorway so your parents couldn’t see the light shining in the room.”


For Wolff, a creative writing professor at Stanford, that man was Albert Payson Terhune, a writer and dog breeder who surrounded himself with collies, which he described as a “tawny swarm.” Terhune found fame writing genre fiction about his dogs – with many of narratives told from the point of view of the dog.


On Thursday night, Wolff talked about the way an author can store up readings, encounters and experiences over time and how these things can make their way into a creative work years later, taking the writer by surprise.


Terhune’s books were the first “reading binge” Wolff ever went on. Though Wolff now thinks Terhune was “probably certifiable,” he found himself drawn right back to those collies with one of his latest stories, “Her Dog,” in which a man has a prolonged conversation with his dead wife’s aging dog, Victor. Together they talk about fidelity, marriage, mortality and friendship, and have a standoff with a vicious dog and its thuggish – and curiously litigious – owner. In this case, it's clear that the protagonist, John, is talking with his own conscience, and using the dog as a mirror. “I could not have written this story without Albert Payson Terhune,” Wolff said.


All those childhood reading binges finally paid off, more than five decades after the fact.


Read the full story here.



[author photo by Photo by Elena Seibert]



Wednesday, March 30, 2011

Tobias Wolff: tomorrow in Santa Cruz. Stay tuned for a smaller photograph.


I bet you this will fill that auditorium all the way up.

Hope to see you there [but don't take my parking spot!]

Wow -- this photo is way too big for this blog entry. It jumps right out of the page. Let me try a smaller one tomorrow.All events are free and open to the public. Jump to the full schedule right here.

Thursday, March 24, 2011

My upcoming appearance at Literary Orange [with additional info and added link.]

I'm off to the Southlands [soon] for Orange County's biggest literary conference on April 9 at the UC Irvine Student Center. I will be one of three featured authors on a panel that will speak about voice and place. Hope to see you there. Keynote speakers at Literary Orange 2011 are Ron Hansen, author of The Assassination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford, which was adapted for a 2007 film starring Brad Pitt and Casey Affleck; and T. Jefferson Parker, an Edgar Allan Poe Award winner. Lunch will be served. Looks like you'll be able to park right there in the student lot near the event center.

And this goes out to the folks who have been asking me about this, a UCI news article with some additional info and highlights.


Tuesday, March 22, 2011

36 Hours Anthologized, part two: Ballard and Fremont (in Seattle)

An updated, expanded version of my New York Times story about Seattle will also be part of the new Taschen anthology of 36 Hours pieces, along with my more recent story about Santa Cruz. Should be available in bookstores worldwide this summer. (photo: Fremont Troll awaits a victim.)

Monday, March 21, 2011

Living Writers 2011: Tobias Wolff, Chang-Rae Lee, Andrew Sean Greer and Aimee Bender in Santa Cruz for free

I just found out about this 11 seconds ago. The Creative Writing Program and Literature Department is presenting the Spring 2011 Living Writers series, and they've got a pretty amazing line-up. I'm going to go to as many of these as humanly possible. Tobias Wolff, March 31. Chang-Rae Lee, April 7. Andrew Sean Greer, April 14. Claudia Rankine, April 28. Jessica Hagedorn, May 5. Aimee Bender, May 12. Neo Benshi, Roxi Power Hamilton, Jen Hofer and Konrad Steiner, May 26. All events are free and open to the public. Jump to the full schedule right here.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

St Patrick's Day: pass the Maalox (and the pain relievers.)


Just got home from my first St. Patrick's Day party in 11 years. Drank a pint of Boddington's Ale (which is actually British, but my friends put a whole bunch of McCormick's green food dye in it so that makes it OK.) Ate too much corned beef and cabbage. Live chickens were running all over the property. And to top it all off, a family member head-butted me right in the teeth.

Good times.

To sustain the theme of the week, I'm reading Skippy Dies, which I highly recommend. The author's name is Paul Murray.

Friday, March 11, 2011

Alleged Sex Toy Thief Cuffed In Santa Cruz


If you saw this workplace unfriendly news story unfolding in any other city in the world, you'd never believe it for a moment. But this is Santa Cruz, so there you go.

Loved the profiling line about dreadlocks and farmers markets.


Storm damage [updated]


Everyone seems to be OK. However, I took a glimpse at the harbor and it was very scary to watch (from higher ground, of course.) Here are a few videos taken at the harbor that day.

The human scale was missing; boats were getting tossed into each other, barrels and whole chunks of the pier were bobbing around. I saw three helicopters flying low, and the Coast Guard trying to keep people off the docks and the boats. Boat owners kept scrambling toward the docks, trying protect their stuff.

There were some bad surges still hitting the harbor as of early afternoon-- and they seemed to be getting worse for some reason.

Several vessels are still knocking into each other -- and I saw a boat sinking right in front of me. Seems like they managed to evacuate just about everybody out of that area.

The bottom line is that it was frightening to witness even though the damage barely registered compared to the devastation in Japan. It was also scary to think about the fact that it only took 12 hours (!) for those swells to reach our shores. There were a few people hooting and hollering and trying to have a "tsunami party" near the steps going up to Frederick Street Park but it seemed like false bravado to me; I think everyone who saw it was thoroughly creeped out.

I wish people would take emergency warnings and safety procedures more seriously around here, considering the incredible amount of damage in other parts of the globe. In light of all that, it seemed like people were taking unnecessary risks. I just saw about a thousand people standing right in the middle of the splash zone, paddle-boarding, taking millions of pictures, shooting videos of sea gulls and eating corn dogs while staring at the water. I even saw someone standing on the viaduct over the San Lorenzo River, assuming a body-boarding stance in case the water swept over the bridge. (not good.)


Thursday, March 10, 2011

Tobias Wolff

Tobias Wolff wishes he could say that reading Thomas Mann started him out on the road to becoming an author. He remembers reading an interview with Susan Sontag in which she talked about reading Mann and Kierkegaard when she was still in grade school.

"She was very precocious," he said, drily, during his opening remarks at the first night of the Humanities Division’s Living Writers reading series, which drew a capacity crowd to the Humanities Lecture Hall on Thursday.

Every one of us has an author like that, said Wolff, author of the novels The Barracks Thief and Old School, the memoirs This Boy's Life and In Pharaoh's Army, and the short story collections In the Garden of the North American Martyrs, Back in the World, and The Night in Question.

"You look back and think about who it was that made you store up extra batteries in your flashlight so you could stay up reading, and put towels under the doorway so your parents couldn’t see the light shining in the room."

For Wolff, a creative writing and English professor at Stanford University, that man was Albert Payson Terhune, a writer and dog breeder who surrounded himself with collies, which he described as a "tawny swarm." Terhune found fame writing genre fiction about his dogs – with many of narratives told from the point of view of the dog.

On Thursday night, Wolff talked about the way an author can store up readings, encounters and experiences over time and how these things can make their way into a creative work years later, taking the writer by surprise. Terhune’s books were the first "reading binge" Wolff ever went on.

Though Wolff now thinks Terhune was "probably certifiable," he found himself drawn right back to those collies with one of his latest stories, "Her Dog," in which a man has a prolonged conversation with his dead wife’s dog. Together they converse about fidelity, marriage, mortality and friendship, and have a funny standoff with a vicious dog and its thuggish – and curiously litigious – owner.

"I could not have written this story without Albert Payson Terhune," he said.

All those childhood reading binges finally paid off, more than five decades after the fact.

Wolff’s observations should encourage aspiring authors who feel sheepish about their early influences.

But he also offered encouragement to writers whose stories or books have run into dead ends. Sometimes, there is a missing ingredient that is just waiting to present itself and help you finish the story. That was the case for one of his most famous short works, "A Bullet In The Brain," about Anders, a self-satisfied book critic who is caught in the middle of a deadly bank robbery.

Wolff, responding to the request of a young student, read that work out loud on Thursday. The story starts out linear and straightforward, and seems to stop dead about halfway through. "But wait, there’s more," Wolff told the audience at the moment when the story goes from point-by-point to a more associative "dream time" structure.

It took years for the story to find its ending. The bank robbery scenario – and the doltish language of the robbers, who seem to have learned every one of their bank-robbing moves and speech mannerisms from television crime shows – was inspired by a friend’s account of a real-life Wells Fargo bank robbery. Wolff, digging for details, was "deeply disappointed … From the way my friend described it, it was one cliché after the other."

On reflection, Wolff was glad he wasn’t at that bank that day. He wondered what would have happened if he was standing in the line, snickering helplessly and making "ironic judgment" about the robbers’ speech and mannerisms. "Anders is modeled on some aspect of my own character."

But this was not enough to complete the story. Wolff "followed it up" by doing some research on the human brain. "Somehow, the completion of the story had to wait until I had the thing that would give it life. It was a long way around the barn."

Joaquin Mayer, a 22-year-old creative writing major and UCSC senior, was honored to introduce Wolff on Thursday night.

"The short story ‘Bullet In The Brain’ showed me how to incorporate significant detail and back story," said Mayer, who described the story as a creative writing master class. "The story’s words and images stuck in my head long after I finished it. I still have the original copy. The edges are disintegrating."

Wednesday, March 09, 2011

Peeeyew: Stinky fish on my hometown beach


Disturbing things are happening on the beach where I used to boogie-board and search for sea shells when I was a kid. Surreal and upsetting news. (and I bet it smells so bad there right now.)

Tuesday, March 08, 2011

Overtired


I just called one of my colleagues "Oprah" by accident. (Seriously. In an email, no less, as in "hi, Oprah." And the thing is, it was a guy, and his name doesn't look or sound anything like Oprah.)

Monday, March 07, 2011

Sonoran Desert trailhead dedicated to Gabe Zimmerman's memory






This just in: the Board of Supervisors in Pima County, Ariz., have voted unanimously to rename an Arizona desert trailhead after Gabe Zimmerman, the hard-working, socially conscious UCSC grad who died in the Jan. 8 shootings at a "Congress On Your Corner" event in Tucson, Arizona. The trail travels from the Cienega Creek Natural Preserve to the Arizona Trail. The supervisors also voted to rename the Cañada del Oro linear river park for Christina-Taylor Green, the 9-year-old girl who also died in the attack. Markers along the Zimmerman trailhead will also honor other victims of the attack. Read more here. [Photo courtesy of Ross Zimmerman.]

Sunday, March 06, 2011

Thank you for a memorable event held at dog park/play area


Thanks to everyone who showed up for Saturday's grand event. I couldn't have hoped for more. Sorry I lied about serving chocolate cupcakes. Technically, it wasn't a deliberate untruth; I just changed my mind at the last minute. (See previous blog entry about cupcake imbroglio.) Anyhow, we lucked out on the weather, the bench and everything else. Hope to see you all again soon.

Friday, March 04, 2011

Dozens of baked goods squished in Welsh cupcake stampede


And meanwhile, here's a really important news story you might have missed because it happened in Wales, a place where people take their baked goods seriously.

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Tomorrow's big event

Thank you for all the "Yes" responses. Keep in mind that we'll go indoors if the weather does not cooperate.

Thursday, March 03, 2011

Literary Orange is almost upon us













One month and counting. I've booked my travel plans, made lodging arrangements and ordered the chicken. Everything is set in place. There is still time for you to register for Literary Orange... but you'd better do it quickly. The spots are starting to fill up. T. Jefferson Parker will speak there. So will Ron Hansen, me, and many other folks. The conference will, unfortunately, not take place in a building shaped like a giant orange. (see photo.)

Wednesday, March 02, 2011

I think I've figured it out



Problem solved. The robot shall rise again soon. I think I typed the wrong stuff into the "TEMPLATE" function on my blog. Somehow, stuff got scrambled. It is almost unscrambled now. Stay tuned for a Q and A with an award-winning fictioneer, a Literary Orange update ... and more.

Friday, February 25, 2011

Something weird is going on with this blog







Having technical difficulties. Back soon.





(I found this busted robot photo on zagart.com)

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Borders is bankrupt: "No worries!"

The other day, I made my way through the crowds of people picking over the remains of the local downtown Borders book store. I saw a floor manager standing near the entrance, and told him I was sad to hear the store was closing.

As I spoke to him, I remembered the huge to-do about this store when it opened: protests, recriminations, nervousness. There was a lot of worry that Borders would become an overwhelming force driving out all indie bookshops. Now it turns out that Borders itself is a casualty of more overwhelming market forces.

Monday, February 21, 2011

She'll be mad when she finds out about this

If you're heading downtown, there's a guy standing on the corner of Cooper and Pacific, singing folk songs at the top of his lungs and looking forlorn. His guitar case is open for spare change, and he's got a sign asking people to give him whatever they can spare. "Expensive girlfriend," the sign says. "Anything helps."

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Passion on the dance floor: Hard science, math students cut loose with tango







On a rainy night in downtown Santa Cruz, a dozen UCSC students, most of them math and hard-sciences majors, gathered in a church meeting room.

No one wore nerdy bifocals or carried slide rulers in their pockets. No one talked about proofs, conjunctions, flash points, or continuously differentiable functions.

They were too busy staring into each other's eyes with expressions of longing as they performed tango, the sultry dance that began in the working class districts of Argentina more than a century ago.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

"Sunburned, dirty, smelly"

The other day I was minding my own business and heading towards my local bank to deposit a check. (That alone is remarkable; usually, I'm giving checks to somebody else.) On the way there, I walked past a tattoo parlor with a sign in the front spelling out the kind of people they don't want in their store. The sign was remarkably inclusive. Here it is, for your reading pleasure:

"NO CHILDREN. (Ningunas ninos.) IF YOU ARE drunk, on drugs, sick, pregnant, sunburned, dirty, smelly, eating, drinking, broke, trying to sell us something, looking for a deal, or otherwise obnoxious, please come back when you're not!!"

Near the sign, someone has put up a sticker: "People love us on Yelp!"

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Cactus Eaters and "Reading in Good Company" in Atherton (new and improved posting)


Thank you, everyone, for a great event. There is always that scary moment -- just before starting -- where you wonder: "Are people going to show up??" That's how I felt right around the starting time. "Where is everybody?" Then, right at 1 p.m., a good crowd came in all at once, bearing platters of cheeses, breads, tortilla chips, salsa and a home-made torte with almond flour, orange peel and chocolate. I met people from throughout the Peninsula including a ranger who patrols a nearby park (I was glad to see he was in the middle of reading David Wicinas's Sagebrush and Cappucinno, which he saw on my list of reading recommendations at the back of The Cactus Eaters.) and a Palo Alto resident who is just about to through-hike the Pacific Crest Trail with her college-age daughter. She is a veteran of the Camino de Santiago -- in fact we were both talking about Jack Hitt's excellent book about his own camino journey, which she read in her tent during that European trek.

It was a really good, candid conversation. In fact, we talked about quite a few things that I would hesitate to post online. We discussed place writing, creating a voice in a nonfiction work, the weird history of this project and more.

Anyhow, thanks to everyone for showing up and to Annie Pena for setting this up. I also want to encourage everyone to stick with Atherton's brand new book group. Lately, we're seeing a sad decline in the number of places where people can meet, talk books and have a bit of orange-almond cake together. (Too many community centers, libraries and post offices are closing down or being consolidated, especially the smaller branches.) Anyhow, here's a list of their upcoming book choices:

March: Sex with the Queen: 900 years of vile kings, virile lovers and passionate politics by Eleanor Herman
April: The Geography of Bliss by Eric Weiner.
May: Pink Brain, Blue Brain: How small differences grow into troublesome gaps by Lise Eliot
June: Reader's Choice
July: Shake off the Devil: A true story of the murder that rocked New Orleans by Ethan Brown
August: The Forger's Spell by Edward Dolnick
September: The Lost City of Z by David Grann
October: The Professor and the Madman by Simon Winchester

Check here for more information about the book club and contact information

Monday, February 07, 2011

Book Club


See you at the book group Saturday (see Jan. 25th's blog entry below).




Photo courtesy of Jen.

Friday, February 04, 2011

Santa Cruz UFO incursion?




















Around 10 p.m. WST I saw a slow-moving orb of light traveling over the Seabright area.

I thought it was a star at first but it kept shifting position in and out of the clouds and making a long, slow arc.

Bands of light came out of it on all sides (it looked like a badly drawn hydra) -- and I thought at first that the bands were retinal flashes -- but the shape of the bands remained the same even after I blinked my eyes several times.

It took a total of five minutes for whatever-it-was to make its way from one horizon line to the next.

Peculiar, to say the least. A satellite or an experimental aircraft, I would guess? It's probably not aliens, but I'll bake muffins just in case.

Tuesday, February 01, 2011

About me (a brief bio)


My name is Dan White. I am an author, lecturer, freelance writer and web editor. My first book, The Cactus Eaters: How I Lost My Mind and Almost Found Myself on the Pacific Crest Trail, was published by HarperCollins and was a San Francisco Chronicle and West Coast indie bookstore bestseller.

I have taught poetry, creative nonfiction, fiction and a required essay-writing class at San Jose State University, and a freshman essay writing class at Columbia University. I also led the inaugural Bookshop Santa Cruz Outdoors writing and hiking event, guiding a group of Cactus Eaters readers into the woods for reading, poetry and nonfiction writing. My travel writing appears in the New York Times and other venues.

Between 2007-8, I was a Steinbeck Fellow at SJSU.

The desert and fatality: Edmund White on learning from Paul Bowles

This was a great event; at some point I will post some thoughts on this (linked to another page so it doesn't take up too much space.)

The desert winds blow through the work of Paul Bowles.

"Why go?" Bowles once wrote. "The answer is that when a man has been there and undergone the baptism of solitude he can't help himself. Once he has been under the spell of the vast, luminous, silent country, no other place is quite strong enough for him ...''

This Saturday, Edmund White, celebrated author and creative writing professor at Princeton University, will reflect on the dry country's beauty and dangerous magnetism during his keynote address, "The Desert and Fatality: Learning from Paul Bowles." The talk begins at 3:30 p.m. at UC Santa Cruz's Humanities Lecture Hall. Here is a complete itinerary of the weekend's scheduled events. I'll be there, taking lots of notes.

And, speaking of upcoming lit events, don't miss Jasmin Darznik, who appears Monday, February 28 at the Capitola Book Cafe at 7:30 p.m. She will read from The Good Daughter, her memoir about three generations of Iranian women. Here is an article by Jasmin in the New York Times. And this just in: TC Boyle will read at the cafe on Monday, March 7, at 7:30 p.m. I would get there early if I were you. Try to get a seat near the silver elephant that hangs above the magazines. (my favorite spot.)

Slob driver alert -- now updated and fully illustrated



Out on Beach Street, I saw a young woman steering an SUV with her elbows. She was holding a breakfast burrito in one hand and what appeared to be a new-model iPhone in the other hand. Pedestrians scrambled (so to speak) to get out of the way. Not only that but she was talking with her mouth full. Illustration at left.

Friday, January 28, 2011

The countdown begins: Literary Orange in 70 days


The countdown begins for Literary Orange. I'll be speaking on the adventure panel in the morning, and will stick around for the rest of the festival. See you April 9 in Southern California. (oops. In the previous post, I said it was 90 days. Whatever. I wasn't a math major.)

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Reading in Good Company: Bay Area book group leads Cactus Eaters discussion

Thank you to the newly launched Bay Area book group Reading in Good Company, which has chosen The Cactus Eaters as its inaugural choice and invited me to participate. I will be there for the discussion, which will take place at 1 p.m. on February 12 at the Atherton Public Library in Atherton, Ca. Forgot to mention that this is a casual pot luck so bring a dish.

This Mothra photo is from the Toho archives.

Monday, January 24, 2011

36 Hours Anthologized


A slightly different version of my New York Times piece on Santa Cruz will be featured in an upcoming, illustrated travel anthology. Times Books will publish the book, in collaboration with Taschen Books.

Look for it this summer in your local bookstore. Meanwhile, the article also got picked up in the Huffington Post with comments.

The book version of the article won't mention my favorite tourist attraction in the entire idea, the Glaum Ranch Egg Vending Machine, but you can't have everything. I guess you'll just have to see the 24-hour chicken vending machine for yourself. Make sure to bring your own close-able egg cartons and three crisp dollar bills or you will regret it. I'm speaking from personal experience.

Another attraction that I did not mention: on Cayuga Street in Seabright, there's a history marker on one of the houses, close to the main entrance. The marker says, "In 1873, in this location, nothing happened."

Friday, January 21, 2011

Where the cactus flowers grow: Robert Earl Keen rocks the Rio in Santa Cruz


Halfway through Robert Earl Keen's two-hour show at the Rio, he stopped to reflect on his days as a college student and country music fan. "We only played the good stuff," he said. "Carrie Underwood! Rascal Flatts! The fragile harmonies of Sugarland!"

He was being sarcastic, of course. Keen is a favorite of fans and critics, but he's never been a Nashville insider or had much affection for mainstream country radio. His songs about outlaws, oil workers, aspiring losers and faded border towns are edgier than most anything you'll hear on 99.5 F.M.

Judging from his between-the-songs banter, he's proud of the dues he's still paying: they're a clear sign of character. At one point, he talked about the box of moldering doughnuts that remains on the tour bus after three straight months, and his band's willingness to play a gig just about anywhere, including a festival with 4,000 fans and only two motels, or a down-in-the-mouth town in Mexico, where the lack of a green room forced the band to hang out in a potholed, trash-strewn alleyway near some vomiting college students and a possible corpse. (Not surprisingly, the motel and alleyway turn up in his songs.)

In the past, he seemed uneasy with the mixed crowd he tends to draw: the "frat boys from Abilene" who come to hear the rowdier stuff, the ever-reliable KPIG contingent, the curious hipsters and the bookish folks who like his quieter, more literary material. At one point, he coolly deflected a shouted request for an early raunchy sing-along, "Copenhagen", with a quick wink and a thumbs-up gesture.

But he seemed more comfortable last night, and he wasn't afraid to mix up the formula. He threw in a great Todd Snider cover ("Play A Train Song"), and he bookended an old song ("Dreadful Selfish Crime" between two familiar Grateful Dead melodies -- an instrumental of "China Cat Sunflower" and a full-tilt performance of "I Know You Rider," a traditional folk/blues song adopted by the Dead.

The slightly rejiggered band (missing the muddy fiddling, and with an added steel guitar player) offered a cleaner, more stripped down sound. The venue seemed to make more sense in the quieter moments, but less so during the noisy rave-ups; with all those rows of seats, the fans couldn't really dance unless they joined the manic scrum of folks to the left of the stage. REK had to work extra hard to whip the crowd into the briefest display of rowdiness.

All in all, I'm glad I went to this concert, and I don't have any real regrets about naming my cat after him, either.

Even if, technically speaking, it isn't my cat.

Toby Keith/REK

Heading to the concert now

Wondering if he'll mention the boring new Toby Keith song that rips off "The Road Goes On Forever.'' Will post something within the next week or so. I thought it was just my overactive imagination, but apparently the Courtyard Hounds agree with me.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Cat photo inundation begins in earnest


Oh man. I should have seen this coming. I post one lousy photo of a beer-drinking cat, and the cat photo avalanche begins in earnest.

Here is a photo taken by another reader, Carolyn L, who reports that her cat flies --- and she has photographic evidence to back this up.

I've got to say, this is a pretty amazing shot. And there's no trick photography in it.

Lazy blogger.... plus cat-naming controversy

My apologies for being a lazy blogger over the past couple of months.

Lots and lots going on.

And I sure do appreciate my blog readers (both of you.)

Incidentally, my own cat is just as fat and lazy as the one pictured here. But I don't think he drinks beer unless he sneaks it behind my back.

By the way, my cat happens to be named after the great singer/songwriter Robert Earl Keen, who will be performing at the Rio Theatre this Thursday.

I am so there.

Forgot to mention that I sent an email to Robert Earl Keen's concert promoter about 10 years ago informing him of my decision to name the cat Robert Earl. To my surprise, I got an email response just a few minutes later, saying "Robert Earl is standing right here while I write this -- and he thinks that's a very bad idea.''

Friday, January 14, 2011

My very favorite book blogs

Here are the blogs






Here are my favorite book blogs. This is mostly for me so I don't have to keep searching for them individually. However, I think you'll enjoy them, and if you're an aspiring author, reading these sites is so much healthier than self-Googling or checking your infernal Amazon stats. In no particular order, here they are. The Millions. Maud Newton. Rumpus. Bookslut. Paper Cuts. Levi Stahl's I've Been Reading Lately. Koreanish. American Fiction Notes. The New Yorker’s Book Bench. Jacket Copy.




Coveted books:

Paul Murray, Skippy Dies

Karen Russell, Swamplandia (put this at the top of your reading list; it's great)
Benjamin Percy, The Wilding
Leo Tolstoy, Childhood, Boyhood and Youth, Michael Scammell translation

Siddhartha Mukherjee, The Emperor of All Maladies


Good books:

Brock Clarke: An Arsonist's Guide to Writers' Homes In New England. (I give this book seven stars out of five. No, make that eight stars.)

Sigrid Nunez: Salvation City. (spare, plausible, creepy.)

Kobo Abe: The Woman in the Dunes (not new. You overlooked this when it came out.)

Emma Donaghue: Room

Julie Orringer: The Invisible Bridge

Jennifer Egan: A Visit from the Goon Squad

Elif Batuman: The Possessed

Michael Cunningham: By Nightfall

Saul Bellow Letters edited by Benjamin Taylor



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Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Remembering Gabe Zimmerman in Santa Cruz

(Photo by Tory Anderson/Alliance for Retired Americans / Associated Press)

Gabriel Zimmerman, community outreach director for Rep. Gabrielle Giffords, D-Ariz., was computer-savvy from an early age, but he also understood that technology was only the means to an end.

Zimmerman, 30, graduated from UC Santa Cruz in 2002 with a degree in sociology. He was one of six people fatally wounded Saturday in Tucson, Ariz., in the shooting rampage that left his boss critically wounded.

This week, friends and colleagues remembered Zimmerman as a seasoned community organizer with a strong sense of social justice and conflict resolution.

“People have to engage,’’ said sociology professor Paul Lubeck, who vividly remembers Zimmerman’s eager presence in three of his classes. “They have to get out there on the ground, get out into the community, go out and get their hands dirty. He exemplified that."


Read the rest of the story here.

For me, his story underscores what Jon Stewart said about those who were hurt or lost their lives that day and the amount of "anonymous goodness there is in the world...you will realize people that you don't even know, and have never even met are leading lives of real dignity and goodness."

That's good to remember in times like this.

Thursday, January 06, 2011

Forty-dollar Jonathan Franzen tickets????


You won't believe this. A woman from Ben Lomond is trying to scalp the $10 tickets to tonight's sold-out Bookshop Santa Cruz event for $40 a piece. Can you believe that? In Santa Cruz, of all places? Great author and public speaker, and it's always nice to see that much interest in a literary event. But do scalpers have to wreck everything?

Tuesday, January 04, 2011

Art, wisdom and enduring friendship: Jack Zajac, Don Weygandt and Doug McClellan


I'm posting this one especially for one reader, MGW. This is a photo of "Big Skull II", bronze, 29.5 in. high, Hirshhorn Museum and Sculpture Garden. And here is my story about an enduring artistic friendship that lasts to this day. I was glad to see that the Hirshhorn Tweeted (is that a verb?) a link to this story so I've got a lot of art fans reading this.

Couple of other things: thank you to Travis who rescued my five bucks off the ground at Shopper's Corner (and who somehow knew my name). Also, a reader just sent me a movie about hiking the Continental Divide Trail! Looking forward to seeing it.

Monday, January 03, 2011

Santa Cruz slide show!


Here is the link to a slide show that accompanies my 36 Hours column. I know one of the people featured in this photo tour of Santa Cruz. Somehow, the fabled River Street sign did not make it into the slide show. Maybe next time?

Saturday, January 01, 2011

36 Hours in Santa Cruz: Sunday New York Times


Here is my 36 Hours piece on Santa Cruz, with a special emphasis on my own "best kept secrets" -- not the kind of stuff you're likely to find in a guidebook somewhere. If you follow this itinerary, you will eat a lot but you will dance and hike off most of the calories.

This article made the Top 10 most emailed stories of the day. Thanks for sending this along.


photo by davidcmc58

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

New author's page and link

Click here to see it. There's a big, scary tree behind me.

Thanks to MGW for letting me know that the first posted link was messed up.

Friday, December 17, 2010

Don't sit here: Killer Bench on Cayuga



The other day I was walking on Cayuga on the way to the Sweater Tree. Suddenly, lethargy overtook me so I decided to rest on an attractive bench made of burnished red wood. Not only that but the bench was located right next to something that looked vaguely like a water fountain. What could be better? I planned to rest there for a long time.

But just when I was about to settle in for my nap, I noticed this sign posted just behind the bench. I am reproducing the actual sign here with no embellishment:

"WARNING! Private property. Right to pass is contingent upon your complete release of liability to the property owner for any injury or death occurred. This bench and water fountain may be dangerous to your health from risks of which you may or may not be aware.

This bench is in the flight path of commercial airlines. You could be struck by falling bodies, airplane parts, luggage or the dreaded Blue Ice.

Among other things you could be injured by falling things or branches, flying beer bottles, rampaging squirrels, skunks or other critters, wasps and/or bee stings, dog or cat bites, bicylists, ride-by skateboarders, drive-by shooters, muggers, runaway baby strollers, inexperienced drivers who cut the corner too sharply, or wobbly drunken pedestrians both day and night.

Enjoy! ..."



(P.S. -- no, the bench in the picture accompanying this blog entry is not the same bench. But, in the likely event that you don't believe me, drive to Santa Cruz and walk on Cayuga Street until you arrive at the James Street intersection. There you will see the killer bench. But don't sit there unless you're really desperate.)

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Leo Tolstoy: "To walk a thousand miles ..."



Is Count Tolstoy an unappreciated long-distance trail hiking guru? Judging from this image, he sure looks the part: the weathered features, the two-pronged frizz beard, the intensity of his gaze, and the loose-fitting shirt that covers his chest and arms so he doesn't have to wear sunblock. Consider this piece of advice -- found more than 1,000 pages into the Pevear and Volokhonsky translation of War and Peace. I think these words will hold you in good stead if you ever find yourself out on the trail, although Tolstoy, in this case, is talking about the French army after the Battle of Borodino.

"When a man finds himself in motion, he always thinks up a goal for that motion. In order to walk a thousand miles, a man needs to think that there is something good at the end of those thousand miles. One needs a vision of the promised land in order to have the strength to move ... A man walking a thousand miles must say to himself, forgetting the final goal, 'today I will walk thirty miles to a resting place and spend the night,' and during this first march, the resting place overshadows the final goal and concentrates all desires and hopes on itself."

Anyhow -- I can't recommend this translation highly enough. I stayed up late at night marching through this thing -- and it still took me more than a month to make it from one end of the tome to the other. You might consider bringing this book along with you on your next sojourn, aiming for 50 pages a day or so, but I recommend taking out a razor blade and chopping it up into sections. The hard-back edition weighs about ten pounds.

By the way, I sent a fan email to Elif Batuman thanking her for her writings on Russian literature, which inspired me to tackle War and Peace. I told her I was having a hard time with all the footnotes and long passages in French and German. She recommended a trick she learned from Nabokov ---get a hold of two copies of the book and read them side by side.

Cactus Eaters with stamps

And cryptic messages just for you. Available only at Bookshop Santa Cruz.

Stay tuned for guest blogger # 1.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

The Cactus Eaters: related stories, articles, book reviews, podcasts and more


The Cactus Eaters (HarperPerennial) was a Los Angeles Times Discovery selection and winner of the Elle magazine readers prize. The book has been reviewed or featured in Salon, Kirkus Reviews, National Geographic, Nextbook, Publishers Weekly, and many other publications. My book can be found at Powell's Books, Bookshop Santa Cruz, and in bookstores across the country, and was featured in a 2013 HarperPerennial e-book promotion, "Stranger Than Fiction," also featuring Sarah Silverman's The Bedwetter and other high-profile memoirs.

Here is a hodgepodge of useful links including unexpurgated reviews of the book, which was a San Francisco Chronicle and Northern California Independent Bookstore bestseller and a number-one bestselling travel book on Amazon. It is now available in paperback. Here you will also find related podcasts, related articles and some of my latest adventures on the bottom. There are some oddities, too --- I'm featured in a radio program that also features Chuck D of Public Enemy. Alas, I did not get to meet Chuck D, but I still have his autograph on a cocktail napkin from his appearance at Toad's Place during the Apocalypse '91 tour.

Susan Salter Reynolds in the Los Angeles Times.

A review by the fiction writer Steve Almond in the Boston Globe.

Salon.

Kirkus Reviews.

National Geographic.

Brave New Traveler.

Rick Kleffel's Agony Column, KUSP.

Agony Column book review of the Cactus Eaters

The Oregonian.

Nextbook.

Publisher's Weekly.

Pearl's Picks.

Lisa Haneberg interview.

Good Food with Evan Kleiman.

Writer's Block podcast, featuring the chapter, "Operation Water Dump."

Denny Smithson, interview, Cover to Cover, Berkeley KPFA.

Etude: New Voices in Literary Nonfiction.

Mary Magazine with Jillian Kurvers.

Synchronized Chaos

Camino Santiago.

The Retiring Librarian., and last but not least, Leafing Through Life and the Bay Guardian.

Thanks to the sharp-eyed reader who just emailed me this recent Top 10 List which includes the Cactus Eaters. Naturally, I want to read the other nine books on the roster.

Also, here are some links to some of my other recent adventures in the New York Times:

Exploring Santa Cruz.

Getting lost in Kentucky and then slurping bourbon with complete strangers.

Fallin' off somebody else's bike in Maryland and Pennsylvania.

Exploring my second favorite city in America: Seattle, Washington.

Dealing with the fact that Mammoth Lakes is getting really gentrified.

And here's a link to a Backpacker story about Range Creek, Utah

That's all for now. See you a little farther down the trail!




Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Subscribe to the Chicago Quarterly Review

I escaped from my bookstore reading rut by attending a great event on Monday -- five contributors (including one editor) reading from the latest CQR at the Capitola Book Cafe. It was a bravura performance, and introduced me to engaging new voices like Caitlyn He and Vanessa Hemingway.

Monday, November 15, 2010

Upcoming events and horse photo

Upcoming events:

I have three upcoming events, but only two of them have official dates and itineraries. Looks like I will also be addressing a group in the Oakland area soon. I will update this when I know more.

2011 events

February 12, 2001, "Reading in Good Company"

Atherton, CA

Thank you to the newly launched Bay Area book group Reading in Good Company, which has chosen The Cactus Eaters as its inaugural choice and invited me to participate. I will be there for the discussion, which will take place at 1 p.m. on February 12 at the Atherton Public Library in Atherton, Ca.

April 9, 2011: Literary Orange
Irvine, CA


Here is the complete itinerary for that upcoming conference and book talk at the UC Irvine library. I will be part of a travel/trailblazers panel with Robert Anasi and John McKinney. Make sure to be there. I'll bring the salamander stamps if you want them.


I would like to say that this is my trusty trail horse, Katahdin, and that I am planning to ride the length of the CDT with him next year. But that would be a lie.

Saturday, November 13, 2010

Cactus Eaters and the Dalai Lama

I heard from a reliable source that a copy of my book has been spotted at a funky hostel at the McLeod Ganj (the Dalai Lama's hometown). If it's still there, this is the farthest that a copy of the Cactus Eaters has traveled, and will ever travel --- unless someone shoots the book into the far reaches of outer space.

Maybe someone will give him a copy. I hope they cross out all the bad words.

Monday, November 08, 2010

Reading

Two readers of this blog like to keep track of this reading list. Everybody else, aside from those two readers, will kindly ignore this feature. If nothing else, this also helps me keep track of my own reading without having to join a social network that forces me to rate and review books for free, including the work of friends and other people. (bad, bad, bad.)




Current

Jennifer Egan, A Visit from the Goon Squad

Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina

Robert Louis Stevenson, Treasure Island

David Mitchell, Black Swan Green, The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet.

Current movies: Walkumentary by Lawton.