>and a fine trip it was. Monday evening I had the chance to meet scads of people from the child_lit listserv including its creator Michael Joseph, whose glasses I want but don’t think I could pull off (him or on me). The food was just-okay–wild boar shouldn’t be as boring as this one was–but the [...]
>RedSoxtober
October 22, 2007 By 15 Comments
>Barring funerals, pretty much the only time I hear from my now far-flung McNally relatives is when the Red Sox are doing well at whatever it is they do. Which, I guess, they’ve done. Honestly, I feel like I should trade houses with my California (or Delaware, Maryland . . .) cousins, because while I [...]
>Adolescent upsets
September 4, 2007 By 7 Comments
>In addition to the satisfying spectacle of Maria Sharapova being picked off by a younger (and quieter!) player, I was also treated this past weekend to a superb exposition of teen angst, in the unlikely Broadway musical Spring Awakening. Based on Frank Wedekind’s 1891 German play, the show and catchy tunes are pure YA: love, [...]
>East Side, West Side,
June 8, 2007 By 8 Comments
>Brooklyn and Harlem, too. But I began my New York Time (an obscure but funny adult novel by Richard Peck, btw) with a view, from Elizabeth’s living room, of the East River and ended it in Viking publisher Regina Hayes’ office, which overlooks the Hudson. And had a grand time in between, too. The memorial [...]
>The Whole (New) World in Her Hand
April 4, 2007 By 1 Comment
>Yes, that’s trinitite, the mineral created in 1945 in Alamogordo, New Mexico, when scientists exploded the world’s first atomic bomb. A sample of it is here held in the hand of Ellen Klages, author of The Green Glass Sea, winner of the 2007 Scott O’Dell Award for Historical Fiction. I met Ellen and her trinitite [...]
>Still Baking
March 30, 2007 By 9 Comments
>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 [...]
