Wednesday, October 08, 2008

Appearing Elsewhere

The Pasadena Playhouse District - the area of Pasadena where Vroman's is located - has an excellent blog called Pasadena: Center of the Universe. Today, they've posted an interview with me. You can read my (definitely wrong) guess at who will win the Nobel Prize this year, among other things.

Of course, now that I've thrown my two cents in, everybody's guessing the Nobel winner.

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Monday, October 06, 2008

Vroman's Podcast 6: Otis Chandler


For the latest edition of Vroman's Podcast, we're trying something different. Our guest this week isn't an author, but he is among the more important people in the book business today. Otis Chandler is the founder of Goodreads.com, a social networking site for readers. I have a Goodreads account, as do many of my friends. Vroman's has its own group (Big ups to the Vroman's Goodreads group!), and the site continues to evolve, playing host to over 650,000 users, some of whom are both authors and readers.

In this interview, which runs about 26 minutes long, Otis and I talk about the history of Goodreads, the future of social networking sites, and of course, what he's reading right now. In the process, I learned a bit about web design, and I said "I'm curious" about forty times (Seriously. There should be a drinking game or something.).

To download the podcast, click here.

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Friday, September 19, 2008

Vroman's Podcast 5: Aravind Adiga



Aravind Adiga is the author of The White Tiger, a gripping new novel about contemporary India. It has been shortlisted for the Man Booker Prize for Fiction, one of two debut novels to make the list this year. I've already made it clear that I'm pulling for him.

Mr. Adiga and I spoke over the phone a short while ago. He was in his apartment in Mumbai, and I was in my kitchen. It was early in the morning for me, which might explain why I inverted the name of a key character in the book. During our conversation, which runs about 21 minutes, we spoke about globalization, outsourcing, book sales, and how the United States is already dead to the rest of the world. You know, the usual stuff.

Click here to download the podcast to your computer.

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Friday, September 12, 2008

Weekend Links (Not the Golf Kind)

Something for the weekend, something for the soul, something for you:
Sleep late tomorrow. You deserve it.

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Thursday, September 04, 2008

Vroman's Podcast 4: David Benioff



David Benioff's new novel City of Thieves is Vroman's favorite book of the moment. Everybody at our store who has read it has loved it. It's a book that appeals to many different kinds of readers, and I have a hunch it will appeal to you. At once literary and thrilling, dramatic and comedic, romantic and sexy (Yes, sexy!), City of Thieves is one of the most readable, well-written, and exciting books of the year. (Did I mention that we really like it?)

In this interview, which runs about 33 minutes, we discuss the rather coy prologue of the book, how his screenwriting has shaped Benioff's fiction, Arnold Schwarzenegger's skinny calves, and the speeding ticket Benioff got on his way to his Vroman's event back in June. Listen now!

(Click here to download the podcast to your computer.)

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Thursday, August 21, 2008

Vroman's Podcast 3: Debra Ginsberg



Vroman's Podcast 3 is up. This time Debra Ginsberg is in the hot seat, as we discuss her new book The Grift. Before the interview, Debra read my astrological chart, which was an illuminating experience. It turns out I have a lot of Scorpio in my chart. She was pretty damn accurate, too. She noted that I am intense yet like to pass myself off as easygoing (true), that I often need time to myself to regroup (also true), and that women find me very charming (well...).

Debra will be appearing at Vroman's on Wednesday, August 27 at 7 pm. Everybody buying a book that night will be entered to win a free astrological reading from Debra. Be there.

[Click here to download the podcast to your computer. As you can see on our fancy new player, the running time is a shade over 31 minutes.]

[UPDATE: It looks like the site that hosts the podcast is experiencing technical difficulties. The podcast should appear in a little while, so check back later. Sorry for the inconvenience.]

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Monday, July 21, 2008

Monday Morning Blogging Fun

It's Monday, people. What'd ya do over the weekend? I saw The Dark Knight (good, not great, but Heath Ledger was tons of fun), I ran six miles (not all at once), and I made pizza. Yum. Here's what they're talking about out there on the internet:
  • Edan has a terrific interview with Joan Silber at The Millions, where she touches on, among other things, how it felt to be nominated for the National Book Award: "TM: Ideas of Heaven was nominated for the National Book Award in 2004, and you were one of five women finalists. I was dismayed by the outcry following the nomination announcement; how did you deal with such reactions? JS: I think critics felt left out of the loop, since they'd never heard of us. (I'd heard of most of us, actually.) Their strongest objection was that we weren't famous, which we already knew. I didn't immediately think the criticism was anti-female, but after a while I came to think that some of it was."
  • Forget the Kindle, it may end up being the iPhone that finally makes the ebook mainstream.

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Monday, July 07, 2008

Long Day

I'm tired, and I can't bring myself to go digging all over the internet, but I will point out a couple of quick things for your reading enjoyment:
  • Avery Anthology has published an interview with Dan Chaon, in which he discusses his writing method, music, teaching, and reading. Highly recommended: "After that, I have two more novels that are in partial states of development, one called I Wake Up, about a kid who has been in various foster homes for many years when he’s contacted by a woman claiming to be his mother; and the other called Ill Will, about a man whose brother murdered their parents in the 1970s.

    And after that, I want to finish a short story collection.

    Which should take me close to the end of my life, I imagine."
  • Salon has started a week dedicated to pork. Yum. Perhaps they'll discuss Pork & Sons, the coolest cookbook of the past few years.
See. Told you I didn't have much today. But those two links are sweet. They should be enough to get you through the day. More tomorrow, I promise.

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Tuesday, June 10, 2008

The Habits of Highly Successful Writers

Emma Straub, whose Avery Anthology blog has been terrific the past few weeks, has an interview up with author Rae Meadows (Calling Out, No One Tells Everything). At the end of the interview, she asks a funny question:

ES: Lastly, is there a secret talent or obsession of yours that you'd like to share with the Avery audience? I find that most writers I know spend quite a bit of time every day not writing anything at all, and instead go bird-watching, or turn to soap operas, or or or...

RM: Before having a baby, I was a potter, but I won’t be doing much clay work for a while. Luckily there are so many more fantastic distractions to fill my time: Top Chef, Scrabulous, keeping the squirrels out of my garden, the Willy Street Co-op….okay, okay, and The Hills.

I work a lot of book events (it's kind of my thing--er, job), and at almost every event, someone in the crowd asks the writer to describe his or her writing process - what time of day, where they write, what sort of computer they have. I think all of those questions should be replaced by Emma's question. Really, do I care that you always write in a pair of Gucci loafers, or that you write exactly 252 words a day? Does anyone hear about someone's writing process and then try to duplicate it? I'd much rather hear what kind of TV shows the writer is into or how serious they are about model trains. I hope someone asks a question about The Hills at my next event.

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Monday, May 12, 2008

Ghostly Inspirations: A Guest Post by Kate Mosse

Kate Mosse is the author of Labyrinth and, most recently, Sepulchre. She visited Vroman's in April to present her new book. Now back in her native London, she agreed to write a little bit about the inspirations behind Sepulchre, in particular the British writer Algernon Henry Blackwood. Here are her thoughts on this writer and his influence on her work:

One of the ways many novelists research and prepare for writing is, obviously, to read works in a similar vein. Non-fiction, poetry, short stories, novels, everything and anything. My latest novel Sepulchre - set in fin-de-siècle Paris and the Languedoc (southwest France) and the same locations a century later – is part occult tale of revenge, part ghost story. The heroines are a young Parisian girl, Léonie Vernier, in the 19th century and an American academic and biographer, Meredith Martin, in the 21st, in France working on a biography of the composer, Claude Debussy.

Sepulchre was in part inspired by my own (rather gloomy!) teenage reading - the doomed French genius Guy de Maupassant, the chilling poetry of Baudelaire, the disquieting, mercurial Edgar Allan Poe and the brilliant, sometimes under celebrated, ghost stories of Henry James. They are all familiar names to most devotees of 19th century literature and writers whom I cite when asked to nominate my favourite novels (although no list would be complete without Wuthering Heights, not only for the tragic love story or the historical verisimilitude, but for the genius loci, the spirit of place that animates the tale - the lonely house, the window seat, the vast kitchen, above all the wind-scorched moors.

But, missing from this list – and certainly an important literary inspiration for - is someone less familiar to contemporary American readers, the British writer, Algernon Henry Blackwood.

Algernon Blackwood was born in 1869, the eve of the Paris Commune, in Shooter’s Hill, now a part of southeast London, then in the Kent countryside. ‘A strong emotion,’ Blackwood said later, ‘especially if experienced for the first time, leaves a vivid memory of the scene where it occurred.’ It is mere chance that Shooter’s Hill runs alongside Blackheath, where the victims of the Great Plague were interred in mass graves.

Blackwood and his four siblings were brought up with a ‘unique ignorance of life’ in a family of unyielding Christian beliefs. As a teenager he was sent away to school – an austere establishment run by the Moravian Brotherhood in the Black Forest. He described the spirit of that place in his autobiographical Episodes before Thirty, published in 1923: ‘Those leagues of Black Forest rolling over distant mountains, velvet-coloured, leaping to the sky in grey cliffs, or passing quietly like the sea in immense waves, always singing in the winds, haunted by elves and dwarves and peopled by charming legends – those forest glades, deep in moss and covered in springtime with wild lily-of-the-valley.’

Perhaps it was here that Blackwood first felt the stirring of a set of beliefs that he would later call ‘animist’, ascribing a spiritual life to all of creation, including inanimate things. Perhaps it was Christianity, as practised by the Moravian Brothers, that drove him from God and into the arms of the Deity of Nature – always, for Blackwood, with a capital N.

I suppose Algernon Blackwood might have become a botanist or a naturalist or one of the many self-deluding spiritists and other visionaries who exploited a gullible public with a promise of transcendence. But he didn’t. He became an Edwardian English gent with a twist, a spinner of weird tales, both a product of his theosophical times and free to look objectively down upon them. His pose was like that of M R James, another bachelor story teller, his arms behind his back before the fire, weaving occult and spine chilling tales for the amusement of friends and younger relatives. Unlike M R James, the acknowledged father of the modern ghost story, Blackwood is less read and less available.

For me, as a writer, even more than his weird tales of psychic detectives and retributive ghosts and ancient demons being summoned by old words and spells, is the idea that Nature is sentient. It was not a sentimental affectation. He felt that to be unbound within Nature was the only way in which to be free and alive.

Blackwood seems to have been suggestible and yet determined, tolerant but unshakably focused on finding his own path. He was teetotal and wore a strip of blue ribbon signifying membership of Band of Hope. One of five children, he appreciated his father’s depth of faith – ‘genuine, unfaltering, consistent and sincere’ – and rejected it. On the other hand, he developed a lifelong interest in and commitment to Buddhism when he read the work of a Hindu sage, left by accident at his parents’ house. He understood time as a sequence – ‘the present was the result of the past’.

At the age of 20, Blackwood already called himself a Buddhist and had grown to an impressive 6ft 3 in height. ‘My unworldliness, even at 21, was abnormal. Not only had I never smoked tobacco nor touched alcohol of any description, but I had never yet set foot inside a theatre, race course I had never seen, nor held a billiard cue, nor touched a card.’ He took his inexperience and a generous allowance of £100 per annum to Canada. He farmed and hunted moose in the wilderness.

But he saw life. From Canada he moved on to New York. At Mrs Bernstein’s boarding house on East 19th St, he dodged the cockroaches to forge important friendships, roughing it, sharing rooms and beds and finding it quite natural for those in straightened circumstances. He consumed a cheap and cheerful diet of salted chip potatoes and glasses of beer at 5 cents each, strips of spiced liver sausage on small squares of bread. He visited Ikey’s pawn shop on 3rd Avenue. He must have seen sorrow, too: ‘It is the little things that pierce and burn and prick for years to come.’

He earnt $3 a week as a reporter on the New York Evening Sun. The echo of the anti-hero of Maupassant’s Bel Ami was not lost on him. He read Shelley’s Prometheus Unbound at the free library, attended meetings of the Theosophical Society. Then he fell ill and, in his fever, ‘I saw the winds, changing colours as they rose and fell, attached to the trees in tenuous ribands of gold and blue and scarlet.'

The story telling began, not in comfortable Cambridge rooms like M R James, but in the boarding house on East 19th when the absinthe was uninspiring or he and his friends had no dress suits to go out in. ‘I used to tell, strange, wild improbable tales akin to ghost stories, discovered a taste for spinning yarns.’ His friend Angus Hamilton would write them down. ‘Many a story I published fifteen years later had its germ in the apparently dead moments of those wearisome hours, although at the time it never once occurred to me to try and write, not even the desire being in me.’

Back in Europe he explored – hiking, paddling and climbing – in Italy, France, Spain, Austria, the Balkans and Sweden. He visited Egypt. Finally – and I see him as rather like the wind-swept gent in an Edwardian tail coat on a mountaintop on the cover of the classic edition of Thus Spoke Zarathustra – he made a home in Switzerland.

He was not yet a writer: ‘It never occurred to me to write even a description of our picturesque way of living, much less to attempt an essay or a story.’ Nevertheless, much later, the commentator and editor of his work S T Joshi would underline the many biographical elements in his stories – settings, experiences, people he met – how his protagonists are scarcely veiled self portraits. The bizarre and threatening situations he invented for his imaginary world form, in part, a sequence of questions addressed to himself, to his own understanding and experience. ‘I have slept in strange places since – high in the Caucasus, on the shores of the Black Sea, on the Egyptian desert, on the banks of the Danube, in the Black Forest and Hungary.’

But write he did – in all over 200 short stories, 12 novels, plays, poetry, some children’s writing, plus at 54, his early years autobiography Episodes before Thirty. In his fiction he invented herds of magical creatures, reincarnated bloodlines and explored the potential for humans to evolve beyond their current mundane consciousness. He developed a style of writing that relied on suggestion and atmosphere. He understood the power of the intangible. He knew, like Kipling, that ‘it’s smells, more than sights or sounds, that make the heart strings crack.’ His tone if often determined by the cool but sympathetic eye cast on the most outlandish circumstances by his hero, John Silence.

Much of his work is out of print. Tales of innocent campers who pitch their tent in a place where another dimension intersects with our own; the psychological transformation of a diffident aristocrat; a house haunted by the echo of religious intolerance; reincarnation as a path to revenge; the ghastly truth of humanity’s true purpose revealed by a quest inspired by a dream; a beguiling dangerous stranger met by moonlight on a snowy mountainside; a man loved – to his downfall – by trees.

In any life there are areas of shadow and I have never forced myself to research Blackwood as I have the heretic Cathars – whose story is at the heart of my previous novel, Labyrinth - or the development of the Tarot, which plays a significant, albeit secondary, role in Sepulchre. Is it true Blackwood served as an English spy in World War I? It wouldn’t surprise me if he tested his understanding and nerve by visiting haunted houses with charlatans and the honestly credulous. What did he make of the ‘teacher of sacred dances’ Gurdjieff and the guru of the ‘Fourth Way’ Ouspensky? I hope he smiled wryly and moved on.

Blackwood saw all experience as – potentially – spiritual. An understanding of Nature would lead to faith and knowledge of how to live. His vivid engagement with life is reminiscent of Conan Doyle’s Holmes, with whom Blackwood shared the ability to play the violin and a use of morphine. Unlike Holmes, he was not an astute judge of character. He is perhaps well portrayed in The Centaur under the disguise of the protagonist Terence O’Malley, a man bemused at the spite and narrowness of the people who surround him. He is careless of his own property and mortified to taken advantage of but also at committing social gaffes. It is a picture of a ‘too-sensitive’ man. O’Malley allows his friend, a German doctor in New York, to inject him with morphine …

The best of Blackwood’s writing is beautiful – passionate, curiously intense, an interplay of colour and cadence of sentence structure. The worst of it is when, like many of us, the emotion overwhelms the sense. The getting lulled into the lullaby of the words without giving thought to the meaning. As Daudet said, to write about pain convincingly is ‘all but impossible’.
Late in his life, there was a Blackwood revival – or perhaps an intensification and extension of the cult of his admirers. He made his first radio broadcast in the mid-1930s and continued this strand after end of World War II. He was a television pioneer, appearing on the BBC as a storyteller. In 1949 he was awarded the CBE.

Returning to the works of Blackwood in the past few years, while writing Sepulchre, I can see how some of his writings might be considered a little ‘purple’ for modern tastes. Elaborate, occasionally an unhappy union between emotion and intention, brimming with ideas that were current in the early part of the twentieth century but which, now, seem a little idealistic, a little naïve, even, to our modern eyes and ears. But, at his best, Blackwood’s descriptions of the landscapes of Canada and North America equal those of Willa Cather, Jack London and Flannery O’Connor.

In Episodes before Thirty, Blackwood gave this simple explanation as to the inspirations for his writing: ‘I loved the night, the shadows, empty rooms and haunted woods.’

The words serve not only as a wonderful epitaph to Blackwood’s own body of work, but to all of us attempting to follow in his ghostly footsteps.

Kate Mosse’s novel Sepulchre is published by G P Putnam’s Sons @ $25.95
www.KateMosse.com

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"I make the rules...": James Frey, Interviewed

James Frey's new novel Bright Shiny Morning goes on sale today. This Thursday, May 15 at 7:30 pm, Vroman's and Book Soup present James Frey at the Whisky A Go-Go, with special guests Josh Kilmer-Purcell and Black Tide and pictures by Terry Richardson. It is free and open to the public. In anticipation of this event, Mr. Frey was good enough to sit down and answer a few questions.

How long did it take you to write Bright Shiny Morning?

It took about ten months. From October of 2006 until August of 2007.

Were you living in LA during that time?

No. I was living in New York City, and Amagansett, New York. I was in LA twice for about two weeks during the writing process.

The novel follows four intertwining stories (as well as numerous other smaller stories). Which of the four main story lines came to you first? Was there ever a time when you thought you might follow only one story for the novel or did you always have an idea that there were multiple story lines throughout?

I originally had six or seven narratives that I was thinking about, but decided that anything more than four would be too much, and would be too diluted. I chose the four that I did because I thought they were all different from each other, but were also very representative of Los Angeles as a city. Some of the others got folded into smaller pieces, or smaller stories, and some of them were discarded. I always envisioned the book as having multiple protagonists, as using multiple narratives.

I don’t know if you’ve read it or not, but Bright Shiny Morning reminded me of John Dos Passos’ The 42nd Parallel in the way that it shifts between different narratives and includes sections meant to show a snapshot of life in the city. What books, if any, influenced this one? What were you reading when you wrote it?

I know Dos Passos’ work. The influence from it, if there is any, was to try and break rules in how I structured the book, as he did, and to try to tell a vast story in an unconventional, but highly accessible way, which he also did. Ultimately, though, I tried to write a book that was unlike anything that has preceded it, that is devoid of any real influence, and that’s singular in its composition and voice, but also immediately recognizable as my work. I have tried to do this with each of my books. I want to tell stories in new, fresh ways. I want my writing to reflect the age in which we live, which is fast, contains vast amounts of information, and uses new ways to present the information. I always read while I write, but for pleasure, not inspiration or influence.

At what point did those historical facts start coming into the narrative? How did the decision to include some “fake facts” come about? It reminded me a little bit of the Museum of Jurassic Technology (which is, of course, in Los Angeles), which plays with conventional notions of the museum. Is this playing with fact and fiction the result of what happened with A Million Little Pieces?

In certain ways, the main character of the book is the city of LA itself, and in order to give a thorough treatment of it, I had always planned to include a history of the city in the book, and incorporate as much statistical and demographic information as I could without bogging down the narratives. Because the book is fiction, I felt like I had the liberty to present the history, and the statistics and demographics, in any way I saw fit. The decision was made during the writing process. I don’t remember with which fact, or supposed fact, but there came a point where I couldn’t find what I wanted, or needed, so I just created it. It is definitely a reaction to what happened with my other books. I feel liked doing it is a statement which I want to make it, which is that I make the rules about what is or is not appropriate in my work, and whatever rules people expect me to follow mean nothing to me.

This is a popular narrative form for stories about Los Angeles. I’m thinking of movies like Crash, Magnolia, and even the film version of Short Cuts. What is it about Los Angeles (as opposed to New York or Chicago) that seems to inspire this multi-narrative form?
I think it has something to do with the vast spread of LA. It’s a not a centralized city, and centralized, or single narrative stories, aren’t always appropriate for it. There is, however, one significant, important, and very deliberate difference between the narratives you listed, and the ones in my book. I’m not going into it, though. Would rather let people figure it out.

I know you’re not big on revising, but I’m wondering how much of this was laid out in your head and how much was spontaneous? How much outlining did you do and how much did you just charge ahead?

There was no outline. I had a list of things I wanted to write about, and when I got stuck somewhere, I’d look at the list and figure out what to use. Beyond that list, everything was in my head, written by instinct, by feel. I want the book to be unexpected, to feel unexpected. I never want the reader to know what’s coming next, which narrative, or whether it will be a narrative or something else. I never knew while I was writing what was going to come next.

You live in New York now, and from this book, I would guess that you don’t like Los Angeles. Much of the book focuses on how so many people come here chasing their dreams, and most of them end up as waiters, gardeners, sex workers, or corpses. Yet I see in various interviews that you “love Los Angeles.” If that’s so, why focus on these specific stories? I’m not trying to deny the ugly or painful aspects of LA, but I am curious why these stories.

I absolutely love LA. I think it’s a great great place, absolutely singular and unique. I think of this book as love letter to the city. Maybe not a fawning love letter, or one that’s been sprayed with perfume, but definitely a love letter. It’s the type you write to someone you love, but who’s faults you recognize, and whose faults you cherish. LA is a beautiful place and ugly place, an exciting place and a place filled with despair. There is no city on earth where more people comes to chase and realize their dreams, whether that dream is fame and fortune, or a green card and a job. The reality is that most of those dreams never come true.

You once wrote “all writing is a form of autobiography.” Do you still believe that’s true and if so, how does the autobiographical aspect come out in this novel?

I lived in LA for eight years. I would have never written the book, or conceived of it, without having had the experiences I had while I was there. I also tended to write about what I knew in LA: the places, neighborhoods, the types of people. The Venice narrative, in particular, is set in my old neighborhood. Like I said above, I love Los Angeles. This is my tribute to it, in all of its glory and all of its ugliness.

What do you miss about living in LA? What don’t you miss?

I miss the sun, the beach, the ocean. I miss the pace of life, which is slower and mellower. I miss hamburger joints on every corner, humongous grocery stores, the dread of the 405. I miss seeing the mountains in the distance. I miss my friends.

It’s a complete cliché, but I don’t miss the traffic.

Describe your ideal day in Los Angeles. What would you do? Where would you go?

Wake up put on shorts walk down to the beach have coffee. Maybe go for a swim, maybe just sit and watch the waves. In-and-Out burger for lunch, go to a bookstore get a good book, sit on the porch of my old house and read for a couple. Either sushi or Mexican for dinner, definitely eat outside. Go to sleep with the sound of crashing waves.

Have you considered writing a memoir about the aftermath of A Million Little Pieces?

I’ll never publish anything classified as a memoir again. If I do it, I’ll call it Memoir, make sure it’s factually and sourcebly accurate, and publish it as fiction.

What should we expect from the event on the 15th at the Whisky?

Some good words, some cool pictures, and some heavy metal music that absolutely fucking rocks.

James Frey's new book, Bright Shiny Morning is on sale now. If you can't make it to the event and would like a signed copy, you can get one at Vroman's website.

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Monday, April 21, 2008

Traveling Through California: An Interview with David Page

David Page is the author of the new travel guide Yosemite & the Southern Sierra Nevada: Great Destinations: A Complete Guide, Including Sequoia & King's Canyon, Death Valley & Mammoth Lakes. He was good enough to sit down and answer some questions about travel writing.

How did you come to write this guidebook?
I was cobbling together scripts for a show on the Discovery Channel - a job that allowed much free time for contemplating what I might rather be doing – when I got wind that Countryman Press was looking for a writer for a new guidebook to the greater Palm Springs and Joshua Tree region. I’ve always been skeptical of guidebooks, for a variety of reasons, not the least of which being the way certain featured paths have a tendency to get worn out. But then I’ve always appreciated the challenge of trying to change things from the inside. I wrote a sample chapter, in large part to see if it was a genre I could get my head around. I tried to approach it in a way I thought I’d be able to live with. I wrote up a short history of how a life-saving watering hole in the desert evolved in less than a century into a sprawling crescent of car dealerships and timeshare condos boasting the largest concentration of golf courses in the world, with a sideline into the latest renaissance of the Hollywood Regency style. They liked what I wrote, apparently. They hired someone else to do Palm Springs - someone who lived out there, I guess - but asked me to look at their list of forthcoming titles to see if there were any holes I might be interested in filling. Yosemite seemed obvious enough, and for the sake of a good challenge – and perhaps by some deep-seated imperial impulse, or because I wanted an excuse, however impractical, to move to the Eastern Sierra - I thought: why not also throw in all that big, empty country to the south and east, down the Kern to the end of the range, and out across Inyo County to Death Valley and the Amargosa - some of the biggest, emptiest country in the Lower 48? They gave me a miniscule advance (which served mostly as a gesture of good faith that they would eventually publish whatever words I came up with), not one penny for expenses, and a year to pull it off. I pretended I didn’t have a wife and child, or a future to think of, and accepted the post.

What’s the process for writing a guidebook? Obviously, it involves a lot of research, but how much of that is done first-hand? In other words, how many of the restaurants have you eaten in, etc? And how much is done through other avenues of research?
As onetime Lonely Planet author Thomas Kohnstamm has recently made plain, guidebook writing is not the sort of thing one gets into as a means to put the children through college. At best, it is a fiscally irresponsible endeavor. At worst it is an invitation to create fiction. The easiest (and least expensive) approach - and alas there is much of this in contemporary travel writing, especially in far-flung destinations like Brazil, or oft-traveled regions such as Yosemite – is to simply rehash the extensive material put out by tourism commissions, publicity people, earlier guidebooks, the Internet, the Park Service, etc.: the gauzy brochure-descriptions, the hyperbole, the tired metaphors, the same old lists of historical figures, dates and points of interest now bereft of all context and controversy; to overlook the dams and power lines and unbelievable roadworks in favor of, yet again, the tallest mountain or the biggest tree. But to me it seemed important to discover the place for myself (again), to go out on the road (again and again) like some hapless latter-day Meriwether Lewis in a rental car, with a AAA map (actually, on the state level the Rand McNally is better), a credit card, a pocket notebook and a fleet of cheap motel ballpoints, and to write down what I came across.

Thus I spent a small, non-reimbursable fortune in gas, food, lodging and books. Thus I drove every mile of every road described in the book - most of it in the space of a single year. I skied or hiked to those few places that couldn’t be reached by road. I tried to talk to as many people as I could along the way, locals and tourists alike. I read every old guidebook and explorer’s narrative I could get my hands on – de Anza, Jedediah Smith, Zenas Leonard, Lansford W. Hastings, James M. Hutchings, Hunter S. Thompson, et al. - and as many relevant secondary resources as I could cram in in the time I had. I sampled the fare in every restaurant and tavern - as anonymously as possible. I spent nights in as many different hotels and motels as I could, which was nearly all of them. In a few cases - where budget or schedule so dictated, where I had to make do with a tour of the property - I sat on beds, listened through walls, tested water pressure, sampled views and chatted with guests about their experiences. And then finally - when I had no choice - I sat down at my desk, in the basement, and over the course of too many months wrote up my notes.

Johann Sutter, founder of Sacramento, once suggested that if the author of The Emigrants’ Guide to Oregon and California (1845), Lansford Hastings, wanted to avoid the sort of critical backlash that in those days came in the form of a lead ball to the gut, he might do well to steer clear of the places he had so fancifully described in his book (many of which he had not yet visited). In the interest of being able to go to the grocery store in broad daylight, and without a sidearm, I aimed for - not objectivity of course; a guidebook is nothing if not subjective – but the kind of authority that comes from at the very least having been there with one’s eyes open.

You balance wonderfully the utilitarian aspects of a travel guide (the where to eat, where to sleep, where’s the ATM features) and the lyrical, educational, and literary aspects of it. How did you work that out in the writing of the book? Is it a format that Great Destinations uses as a template or something you came upon on your own?
It’s a hard-won balance; I’m glad to hear that it may have come through. On the one hand, of course, a guidebook should be simple and practical, like a well-annotated telephone directory. One should be able to sit down with it beforehand and based on recommendations therein line out an itinerary and a series of places to stay – and not only not be disappointed upon arrival, but also still feel some of that delightful sense of discovery that must be the reason we all travel in the first place.

On the other hand – especially at a time when many travelers are making their way through space with all the vast resources of the Internet on their mobile telephones – a guidebook is still the handiest, most compact, most portable way to get at the larger context of a place, to make broader sense of the landscape one is traveling through, to see the various layers one might otherwise miss in the chaos of information.

The Great Destinations series has very specific templates: an author has the option of organizing the book geographically (as I have), or else focusing each successive chapter on a specific service (ie. one chapter on lodging, one on dining, etc.), but for each title in the series each chapter begins with a narrative introduction of some kind, and each review is headed by what they call an “infoblock” (address, phone number, url, etc.), the format of which is standard across the series. And there is always a very useful catch-all “Information” chapter at the end for brass tacks. The templates (“style sheets”) are nowhere near as specific as those of, say, Lonely Planet, or Frommer’s, where the author is meant to disappear. I was drawn to the Great Destinations series, frankly, not because I found it particularly attractive or hip or well-designed (see below re: sensible shoes), but because it allowed me a significant amount of leeway as to how I might choose to cover the region - what to put in, what to leave out, in what style and with what tone, and all that. What I lucked into, happily, was what Mike Davis aptly described to me as “the silver-lining in the editorial neglect that passes for publishing everywhere these days.” In this case I think it made for a better, more honest book than if I’d had to stick to some straight-and-narrow tourist guidebook rubric à la Frommer’s or Lonely Planet.

Your book is a very literary guidebook, providing lots of historical, natural and cultural context for the places listed in the book. Each chapter begins with a story from the region’s history, and the book as a whole, opens with a recounting of John Muir’s first trip to the area. How did you decide on that structure?
For at least ten thousand years this place has been marked and shaped by the not-so-light passage of human beings. And so, I thought, the best way to bring life to contemporary travel through this region was to make a book not just about some abstract geologically-formed place, but rather about the whole historic process of travel hereabouts (from earliest memory to today). I’ve tried to keep straight descriptions to a minimum, in favor of narrative-driven accounts of what things were like for some of the region’s more influential characters - what they saw as they traveled around this place and what they did to change it (or to try to keep it the same). That’s the kind of thing I’m interested in when I’m traveling around. I’m always fascinated to see how certain things become monuments – in the interest of a grand narrative of place - and other things are left to dry out and blow away. And how those things change over time. The so-called Chicago Stump, for example, was once one of the most popular destinations in Sequoia Country. These days it’s something of an adventure just to find the trail. Then one day, perhaps, it gets mentioned in a certain way in a certain guidebook and lo, people start making the pilgrimage again: the trail gets upgraded, the signage redone, maybe even the road gets paved, and as a point of interest the thing begins to creep its way back up the what-to-do-if-you-only-have-half-a-day lists…

The NY Times said that these guides (the Great Destinations series) were “illustrated with photographs that can generously be called functional, they’re the equivalent of sensible shoes.” I thought the photographs, many of them historical, brought me to the place much more than a color photo of a bunch of clogs or something. However, I think they’re right that the photographs are ancillary in some way to the text. After all, if you’re going to buy the book, you’re probably already headed to some of these places. Why would you need a photo of them? Why do you think so many guidebooks like Frommer’s use glossy color photos to sell their books?
The idea, I imagine, is to hook the casual browser with a quick spread of glossy, National Geographic-style photos (sans baggage hustlers and parking meters, absent crowds and recreational vehicles and iron railings placed at the edge of the cliff for your protection). Like the single glossy stock-photo-style image of Mirror Lake on the cover of my book: See the pristine beauty! Look upon the wonders that await you! Once you’ve got your heart set – and how could you not get your heart set; it all looks so delightfully “picturesque” - you’ll want to buy the book. (The book, of course, will tell you how to get to these places as expeditiously as possible, how to get from here to there without all the hassles suffered by those poor sods who were not so wise as you who bought – nay, invested in - the book.)

What you don’t see in that photo is the tripod-worn stone jetty constructed decades ago for the taking of precisely that photograph (the same one Charles Weed got circa 1865, and George Fiske forty years later, and Ansel Adams a decade or so after that, etc.). Interestingly, and this is a subject I tried to touch on in the Yosemite chapter, the kind of photographs so often used to “illustrate” guidebooks was to a great degree pioneered and then perfected in the Sierra Nevada, first by the likes of Carleton Watkins and Eadward Muybridge, and later by Ansel Adams and Galen Rowell. There was a time when these glorious images – made “as if at the dawn of time” - were instrumental in saving the landscapes they depicted from outright destruction. But they have also served, over the course of a century and a half, to bring millions upon millions of visitors chugging up the dusty trail (more than 3 million per year just to Yosemite), each hoping to catch a glimpse - live and in the flesh, as it were - of a mythical untrodden Paradise.

To illustrate a contemporary guidebook with images of this sort seems to me a kind of fiction. And sets up in the mind of the traveler a nagging sense of disappointment, of Paradise lost. If only there weren’t so many people here, he thinks. We go to New York City to be amongst people. We go to Yosemite, it seems, to get away from them. But one of the greatest revelations for me in this project has been to really look at the way a place works on people (at least as much, I think, as the other way around): the way the Outdoors – the wilderness, the road, the woods, whatever - has a profound effect on the way we move, the way we interact we each other, the decisions we make, what we suddenly come to see as important. This is part of what I tried to capture in the photographs in my book, what I looked for in the archives, and what I wanted photographer Burke Griggs to look for in his.

I was initially inspired along these lines by Burton Frasher’s now-priceless postcard shots of tourist attractions and main streets (Frasher’s estate wouldn’t give me permission to use any of his photos in the book, though they can be viewed online through the Pomona Public Library), Rondal Partridge’s shot of the parking lot with Half Dome in the background (which Meg Partridge graciously allowed me to reprint), Carleton Watkins’ haunting stereoviews of early tourists in the Valley, and by the archival images in books like Susan Snyder’s Past Tents: How We Camped. Burke added to the mix stuff like Joel Sternfeld, Stephen Shore and George Tice - landscapes impacted by man and vice versa - which helped to make some sense of what we were thinking about. The photographs in a guidebook may indeed, as you suggest, be ancillary to the text. But I have noticed that the first thing people do when they pick up the book is to skim through the photos, to see if there’s anything they haven’t already seen before, a million times - and then to see if there’s any interesting tension between the images and the captions, if there’s any humor. Readers are eminently savvy in that way. If the photos are interesting, if they seem fresh or surprising in some way, or funny, then – and only then, I think - will the text get any attention. The goal for me - and again I’m glad to hear that it came through - was to reveal the layers in the landscape (always with man’s hand somewhere evident) rather than to attempt to reproduce the grandeur of landscapes so much better experienced in person.

Another approach to illustrating a guidebook, and one which seems, alas, rather common in this series - and again in this sort of project there is no budget for illustration of any kind, so an author tends to find himself on his own in these matters - is the more practical, “sensible” approach so generously derided by The Times: what Burke Griggs less generously (but perhaps more honestly) calls “the Chamber of Commerce tradition: vineyard-supplied photos of vineyards, restaurant-supplied photos of restaurant food and ambience, and author-supplied photos which aspire to stock photography." I’m not sure if The Times spent any time with our book in particular when they did that review, but we were aiming for something different: something a little less than sentimental, a little more than sensible… a great, well-worn pair of hobnail walking boots, perhaps - with someone standing in them.

Many of the areas you write about in the book are considered wilderness by most Americans, yet, as the many restaurants, gas stations, and motels in these areas attests, they are becoming increasingly civilized. Are you concerned that we’re encroaching more and more on these wild lands? Where is there that’s left in California that’s truly wild? Is it only areas protected by national parks?
Other than in the town of Mammoth Lakes – with its successive mining-town-style booms and busts - there hasn’t been much new construction to speak of in the last forty or fifty years in this part of the Sierra. And even Mammoth’s latest building booms have so far, unlike similar sprees in places like Colorado and Utah, been contained within the town’s four-mile perimeter. Most of the tourist destinations and services that exist today – on the roads to Yosemite, Sequoia-Kings and Death Valley - were established in these parts in the 1920s and 30s. The rest of the land is still wide open and untrammeled, and is likely to remain so for some time to come. More than 95% of it is owned by the federal government or the state of California (or the LA Department of Water and Power) and thus managed by a variety of public lands agencies (BLM, US Forest Service, National Park Service). Inside the ring of roads that I have described in this book (a series of looping figure 8’s, really, when you include the Inyos and Death Valley) is the second largest contiguous roadless area (i.e. “designated wilderness”) in the Lower 48 (just a few acres shy of the enormous Frank Church/River of No Return Wilderness in Idaho). Are we encroaching more and more on these wild lands? Absolutely. But not in ways that are necessarily obvious to the casual visitor – not as obvious, for example, as the encroachment of subdivisions at the edge of Joshua Tree and Zion National Parks. Some of the biggest threats to the Sierra these days are not so much logging or road building or traffic or even the great impact of tourists in certain popular places, but rather much more complex (and difficult to deal with) problems like air, light and noise pollution, the encroachment of non-native species, and of course climate change. Whether what is left these days inside the boundaries of the National Parks, National Forests and Wilderness areas is “truly wild” or not is an important discussion, and one I have tried to work on at length in this book. Ultimately I think I come down on this issue about the way John Muir did a century ago: that people need to see this place in order to care about it.

You reference Muir’s “guidebook” writing as an inspiration. What other books – travel or otherwise – did you read for this book?
Actually, for my taste, much of John Muir’s writing bogs down in heavy description. Where it gets good - I think - is where he tells the stories of all the wonderfully crazy, daredevil things he did, like running outside to see the rockfalls during an earthquake, or spending the night on Mt. Whitney, riding an avalanche or climbing a tree during a gale-force windstorm - his climbing escapades and unbelievably epic ramblings. I’m a sucker for a good adventure story, for stories of people trying to get by way out of their element, eating their horses, digging holes in the ground to sleep in and such. For me the very best reading is when a really good writer – like Clarence King or Mark Twain or Apsley Cherry-Garrard gets in over his (or her) head, takes diligent notes and later manages to write about it at length. The next best thing is when a good writer with a good sense of irony (McPhee, W.A. Chalfant, Francis Farquhar) does a well-crafted second-hand account of other people out of their element.

Have you had any feedback from travelers who have used your book yet?
I just heard of one pair of motorcycle riders who are putting together a trip for this summer to follow my epic 3,000-mile “Grand Tour de Sierra: Badwater to Bridalveil and Back,” which is the route I did with photographer Burke Griggs in June of 2007, in a rental car, when we shot many of the photos for this edition – as outlined in a sidebar in the book’s transportation chapter.

What kind of books do you take with you when you travel?
Other than the sort of reading I’ve already outlined above – the epic travel narratives - I always yearn for a big novel of the sort you can drown whole lazy afternoons in. But it’s been a while since I’ve found that kind of book or had that kind of afternoon. I also love having a couple of good non-fiction books on my iPod for driving around with - though as a bookseller you probably don’t want to hear that - something in the vein of Jared Diamond or Bill Bryson or Hampton Sides. And of course it’s always nice to have along a good guide to local ghosts and roadside geology.

What’s your favorite place to travel to? Where would you like to go that you haven’t been yet?
As I write this I am sitting poolside at the Westin Ka’anapali Resort on Maui, which for all its delightful green lawns and cascading pools and family-friendly amenities, is not at all the sort of place I’d have chosen to stay if I weren’t traveling with my children’s grandparents (who also happened to be Westin timeshare owners). I’m a big fan of luxury accommodations, and can usually convince myself a memorable overnight amidst finely manicured landscaping is worth going into debt for - but I must say I prefer something a little more unique or intimate or at the very least impossible to get to. I’ll be back to Hawaii in a couple of weeks to do a story about someone’s second home on the Big Island. For that trip I plan to rent a jeep, bring a backpack, and get as far out into erupting volcano country as I can.

Thanks, David. David Page has written for the Discovery Channel, the New York Times, and the Los Angeles Times Sunday Magazine. His new book, Yosemite & the Southern Sierra Nevada: Great Destinations: A Complete Guide, Including Sequoia & King's Canyon, Death Valley & Mammoth Lakes
is available at Vroman's and www.vromansbookstore.com.

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