Daily Archives: March 31, 2012

A Year in Books/Day 87: Hollywood Kids

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  • Title: Hollywood Kids Child Stars of the Silver Screen from 1903 to the Present
  • Author: Thomas G. Aylesworth
  • Year Published: 1987 (E.P. Dutton)
  • Year Purchased: 1990?
  • Source: B. Dalton
  • About: Being a child actor has never been easy. You’re pushed and pulled between your parents and the studio powers-that-be. If you’re lucky, your parents aren’t crooks and the studio heads aren’t criminals (see: Coogan, Jackie and Garland, Judy for some chilling cautionary tales). While ‘Hollywood Kids’ doesn’t gloss over the grubby reality of what it meant to be a kiddie star during cinema’s breathless heyday, spilling sordid secrets is certainly not its focus, either. Aylesworth treats his subjects as the talented professionals they were; this is really just a typical mix of film history and biography seasoned with anecdotes. It’s well written and features standout stills and publicity photographs.
  • Motivation: When I bought this, I was a kid myself: hopeful and in love with Hollywood.
  • Times Read: 3
  • Random Excerpt/Page 10: “Griffith sized her [Mary Pickford] up as being too pretty, too short, and having a reedy voice-in a word, all wrong for the stage. But on screen, since this was the silent movie era and voice didn’t count, her petite beauty would be a big asset. He offered her $5 a day. Drawing herself up to her full five-foot height, she replied haughtily that she was “an actress and an artist” and must be paid “twice what ordinary performers” received. Griffith agreed.”
  • Happiness Scale: 9
    Lobby card showing Mary Pickford about to punc...

    Lobby card showing Mary Pickford about to punch actor Francis Marion during a scene from the film "Little Lord Fauntleroy". 1 photomechanical print : collotype, color. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

     

A Reading List a Mile Long: Books I Wish I Was Reading Right Now

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My love for lists is not at all casual; I’m serious, hardcore, obsessive with my list making and  maintenance. As a writer, publisher and all-around busy person without an assistant, I make and refine several a day. Every day. It keeps me focused and on-track, whilst allowing for instant gratification when I finish a task and cross it off. The swoosh of a sharpened pencil across the paper is never more satisfying than when eliminating a line from a list. Continue reading →

A Year in Books/Day 86: American Bloomsbury

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Frontispiece for Woman in the Nineteenth Centu...

Frontispiece for Woman in the Nineteenth Century (1855), by Sarah Margaret Fuller. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

  • Title: American Bloomsbury
  • Author: Susan Cheever
  • Year Published: 2006 (Simon & Schuster Paperbacks)
  • Year Purchased: 2008
  • Source: Daedalus Books & Music
  • About: ‘American Bloomsbury’ weaves together the lives and friendships of five New England authors, loosely following them and their wider circles between the years 1840-1868. Alongside the expected Henry David Thoreau, Ralph Waldo Emerson and Nathaniel Hawthorne are two women: Louisa May Alcott and Margaret Fuller. Susan Cheever devotes just enough space to the latter to whet the appetite for a deeper analysis of their lives and work. Within the constraints of this book, she manages to rescue Alcott from her reputation as the sappy creator of saccharine kiddie lit (a tired trope unfair to both her and ‘Little Women’), setting her firmly into the harsher but more rewarding world of reality; her gutsy complexity is given space to breathe. The mostly forgotten Fuller (one of my favourite women) suffers from no such reputation; in fact, she largely has no reputation from which to suffer or gain. Cheever does her best to correct that.* If you don’t know who she is, start with this book and your awakened curiosity will take care of the rest.
  • Motivation: Like so many teens before me (and since, or so my optimistic heart likes to think), I was pulled under the spell of Thoreau and, from there, to Emerson. Although in all my years I have never been able to warm to Hawthorne, the period when these New Englanders flourished is, for me, the best of 19th century American literature. With Alcott and Fuller added to this mix, I was sold.
  • Times Read: 1
  • Random Excerpt/Page 35: “Without this obscure lawsuit in 1836, it’s hard to know what would have happened in Concord, Massachusetts, if anything. It was Ellen Tucker’s share of the Tuckers’ fortune that bought the Emerson House on the Cambridge Turnpike and was sustaining the Alcotts as well as the Hawthornes and Henry David Thoreau. Emerson not only paid the rent; Louisa noticed that after a visit from Mr. Emerson there was often a small pile of bills under a candlestick on the dining room table, or left on top of a pile of books he had brought from his library.”
  • Happiness Scale: 9 1/2

* I just came across the more recent ‘Louisa May Alcott’ by Susan Cheever. Happy dance!

A Year in Books/Day 85: Shopgirl

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  • Title: Shopgirl
  • Author: Steve Martin
  • Year Published: 2000 (Hyperion)
  • Year Purchased: 2002
  • Source: A bookstore in Buffalo, New York.
  • About: Yes, this is a novella by that Steve Martin. It’s a surprisingly quiet, well-written and effective story about a young Neiman Marcus employee making her way delicately through the post-collegiate world of adult dating and responsibilities. By the time she becomes involved with an older man, you are invested in the heroine and her choices. Martin makes her world intriguing and inviting, even though nothing much happens there. The ability to transform every day emotions, via imagination, into something fresh yet realistic, requires a solid and subtle skill. Although it’s now well-known how multi-talented the comic truly is (banjo, anyone?), twelve years ago this slim little volume was an eye-opener.
  • Motivation: I was curious. It was on sale. I needed a quick read for the car ride home.
  • Times Read: 1
  • Random Excerpt/Page 21: “But that night, the voice does not come, and she quietly folds herself up and leaves the bar. The voice is to come on Tuesday.”
  • Happiness Scale: 8