>I know I promised another post re chicklit earlier today, but my thoughts never got quite where I wanted them. I was pushing an enormous book-truck’s worth of the stuff back to the Guide after rejecting it for review in the Magazine and I found myself thinking, I bet old Michiko never has to do this. That the grown-up book world recognizes distinctions between literary, commercial, and genre fiction that we barely observe in children’s book publishing. Is this a good thing or a bad thing? Or is it a bad thing for Literature, but a good thing for Children? But my thinking is still half-baked so I’m not ready to offer any conclusions. Feel free to draw yours, however. I would appreciate being beaten to the punch.
Posting sporadically until Wednesday as my beloved Limoliner is taking me and a bagful and an earful of unread adult books to New York, where I’ll be attending the Scott O’Dell Awarding to Ellen Klages for The Green Glass Sea, interviewing Ellen for the Horn Book podcast which is to debut in May, I think, and hanging out with Elizabeth. We’re seeing Company, and she is going to explain to me the mystery of Sanjaya, and I also hope she–or someone here–can point my in the direction of a good classical cd store, as we have lost all of ours in Boston–you can get El Divo and Andrea Bocelli at Borders, but that’s about it. But E and I also hope to send some posts your way. I hope you all have swell weekends, too.