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Musing Mondays: Award winners

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Do you feel compelled to read prize-winning (Giller/Booker/Pulitzer etc) books? Why, or why not? Is there, perhaps, one particular award that you favour?

I don’t know that compelled is the right term, although I have become somewhat more attentive to them in the past couple years.

I still make sure I have a copy of the Hugo Award novel each year, although I can’t guarantee I’ll get it read. The latter proviso stems from the fact that there’s been a few years where I thought the award went too much into fantasy than SF.

Although I’ve always at least considered the National Book Awards, the National Book Critics Circle Awards and the Pulitzers as sources for good books, I’ve also started paying a bit more attention to more international awards. Thus, I’ve started keeping an eye on the shortlists for the Man Booker Prize, the Costa , the IMPAC, the Independent Foreign Fiction Prize and, of course, the new Best Translated Book Award.

Moreover, it’s not necessarily the winners that I read. While I may read the winner, I love going through the shortlists to see if there’s anything there that strikes my fancy. That approach has led me to a number of books I might not otherwise have read.

(For those interested in reading award winners, C. Max has updated his scorecard for six of the major literary awards going back to 1995.)


Reading well is one of the great pleasures that solitude can afford you

Harold Bloom, How to Read and Why

Weekend Edition: 6-13

Bookish Notes

The American Library Association has announced its 2009 Notable Books for Adults. I’ve read two books each in the fiction and nonfiction categories, in which 11 and 12 books, respectively, earned the honor.

The finalists for the John W. Campbell Memorial Award, given for the best SF book of the year, have been announced. Of the finalists, I’ve only read Cory Doctorow’s “young adult” book. (Via.)

American author Michael Thomas won the 2009 International IMPAC Dublin Literary Award for his book, Man Gone Down.

C. Max investigates why new books (and CDs and DVDs) usually come out on Tuesday.

The seven types of bookstore customers. Although more than a bit snarky in places, I would classify myself as a Browser, although I think it is defined too narrowly. (Via.)

Nonbookish Linkage

The Library of Congress has announced the 25 recordings selected this year to become part of the National Recording Registry. They include The Who’s debut album, The Who Sings My Generation.

Looking back at what “the wisest and most careful men in our greatest institutions of science” in 1900 predicted about this century.

The top 10 existential movies of all time, of which I’ve seen nine and two of them would be in my top 10 list of best movies ever. (Via.)

Oh boy! Oh boy! The Big Picture does space pron!

Finally, with hockey season ending with the Pens winning the Stanley Cup last night, it seemed appropriate to finish with a couple hockey notes in a futile effort to stem off the withdrawal symptoms:

Some background on those hats and shirts that appear as soon as a team wins the championship.

With the Pens win, Alex Goligoski will be the second SF Stampede player to have his name on the Stanley Cup.

Former SF Stampede player Justin Milo, who currently plays at the University of Vermont, was picked in a sports draft this week — by the New York Yankees.


I don’t recommend anyone watching the Stanley Cup final from the bench.

Pittsburgh Penguins captain Sidney Crosby
(injured early in the second period of Game 7)

Friday Follies 1.4

There go those activist judges again! “The prolonged honking of your car’s horn in front of your neighbor’s house in the wee hours of the morning isn’t a constitutionally protected First Amendment right.” (Via.)

It isn’t enough to want to ban it, a group in Milwaukee not only wants to publicly burn a library book but have the library indicted for a hate crime for making it available. Baby Be-Bop is a a young adult novel by award-winning author Francesca Lia Block. (Via.)

Dating in the 21st Century: Match.com has been sued by a Brooklyn man for inflicting “humiliation and disappointment” on lonely hearts “who feel rejected when their e-mails get no reply.” (Via.)

In the interests of full disclosure, the site hosting the contest is a “tort reform” organization affiliated with the U.S. Chamber of Commerce. Reasonable persons can differ on the issues involved in tort reform (in fact, I can argue with myself over it). That said, May’s “most ridiculous lawsuit” went to a woman suing a wax manufacturer because, while handling wax she had microwaved, she was burned when the wax boiled over its container.

“An arbitrator recently awarded $4.1 billion in favor of the former chief marketing officer of iFreedom Communications Inc., finding that iFreedom breached his employment contract by firing him without cause.” That’s right. Billion — with a “b.” (Via.)


We’re all throwing the dice, playing the game, moving our pieces around the board, but if there’s a problem, the lawyer is the only person that has actually read the inside of the top of the box.

Jerry Seinfeld, SeinLanguage

Today’s concept of “the pursuit of happiness”?

One of the most famous phrases in the Declaration of Independence is that our “unalienable” rights include “life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.” In today’s technological age, France’s Constitutional Council may have come up with a new take on the concept.

“The internet is a fundamental human right that cannot be taken away by anything other than a court of law, [and] only when guilt has been established there,” the council said in invalidating parts of a measure that would have been one of the world’s toughest against illegal downloading. The law would have created an agency charged with policing the internet. The agency would have the power to send illegal file-sharers a warning e-mail, then a letter, and then cut off their Internet access for a year if they were caught a third time.

The latter provision led the council to invalidate that aspect of the law. While recognizing that theft of copyrighted material was a crime, it concluded the structure of the law was contrary to the presumption of innocence, a fundamental principle of French government since the French Revolution.

The council, which reviews legislation approved by the French Parliament before it goes into effect, also said the law raised free speech concerns. According to the council, freedom of speech implies freedom to access the Internet because of “its importance for the participation in democratic life and the expression of ideas and opinions.”

Legal recognition of Internet access as a fundamental right shows just how much technology has changed society, particularly for those of us who remember 8-track tapes and touch tone phones as cutting edge technology.


As every man is presumed innocent until he has been declared guilty, if it should be considered necessary to arrest him, any undue harshness that is not required to secure his person must be severely curbed by Law.

Article 9, French Declaration of the Human Rights (1789)

Book Review: Breath by Tim Winton

You could summarize Tim Winton’s Breath by saying it’s a novel about a two Australian teenagers who perfect their surfing skills under the tutelage of a reclusive mentor. Of course, that would be like saying Fight Club is a novel about young men in an illicit fighting club.

Breath may be built around surfing but the story, told from the viewpoint of Bruce “Pikelet” Pike, is about what the title says — breath, both as a life sustainer and as a metaphor. Pike’s story focuses on his relationship with his best friend, Ivan “Loonie” Loon, and how Bill “Sando” Sanderson, a star surfer, takes them under his wing and becomes their guru to the dismay and resigned acceptance of Sanderson’s wife, Eva. Breath serves to illustrate the routine of life and how the desire to challenge that routine can be, at the same time, exhilarating and dangerous to the point of deadly.

Within a moment of a newborn’s first “rude shock of respiration,” breathing becomes so routine we rarely give it another thought unless and until it is threatened. Thus, Pike wonders over the years whether the risks he took with Loonie, Sando and Eva “were anything more than a rebellion against the monotony of drawing breath.” While an adult might deplore risks they took when young, as a youth the sense is “that life renders you powerless by dragging you back to it, breath upon breath upon breath in an endless capitulation to biological routine, and that the human will to control is as much about asserting power over your own body as exercising it on others.”

This portrayal of breath appears at the outset of the novel, years after the main events. It is also a focus of Pikelet and the appropriately nicknamed Loonie as they rebel against the mundaneness of their life in a small town in relatively remote western Australia. It starts with challenging each other to see who can dive and hold their breath for the longest period of time, often pushing themselves to the point of blacking out. Their feats produce exhilaration even though fraught with disaster.

Pike and Loonie also become enthralled with surfing and come to meet and know Sando, a former world class surfer who, with his wife, has become essentially a hippie recluse. Sando sees in them a capacity to take on surfing challenges above and beyond ordinary mortals. Thus, not only does he take these barely teenaged boys to surf in shark-haunted waters, he teaches them how to analyze where storms will produce the biggest swells and takes them miles into the ocean to challenge huge waves only he has surfed.

Loonie and Pikelet encounter similar as well as differing coming of age challenges, some of which they will exult over, others of which will scar them for life. Throughout the book, there is an undercurrent of walking the line between acceptable risk and disaster. Breath doesn’t try to tell us where to find the appropriate ground among routine, challenge and jeopardy. Instead, breath becomes a vehicle by which to reflect upon adventure and addiction, courage and self-destruction.


I followed the outline of my life, carefully rehearsing form without conviction, like a bishop who can’t see that his faith has become an act.

Tim Winton, Breath