Bad Ass Author Blast! Southern Gents

In this age of rapid technological change to reading experiences, we've decided to highlight one of the ways that remains constant--readers and authors connecting.  Books can be purchased in almost any format--as I (Liz) sit here in my hotel room tonight I am aware that I could currently have access to books in paper format, on my e-reader, on my iPhone, on my computer...I could probably load one on my iPod if I so chose.  What I can't do from my hotel room is encounter an author in the flesh.  (If Gianna were allowed to do the posting on our blog, there's little doubt that she'd make a snide comment about authors, flesh, and my hotel room.  I'm sorry.  Know that I bear the burden of her dirty mind every single day.)  Bookstores, libraries, schools, and festivals still offer an experience unavailable online, and are one of the reasons we love our jobs and know how fortunate we are to meet the geniuses who create some of our favorite works.  We are starting a new series on our little blog here--the Bad Ass Author Blast--to highlight these special moments that separate the virtual from reality.

Gianna:

I was working at a bookstore in Hollywood, Florida (take a moment to be jealous…it's okay), when Rick Bragg’s All Over But the Shoutin’ was published. The staff loved the book; we were selling it hand over fist and we begged the publisher (they would soon be employing me…those silly fools!) to send Rick to sign stock. We were told, “ No, it was impossible, his schedule was absolutely crazy.” So we did the tactful thing and begged some more. This time we were told, “ No, its not going to happen and you know…lose our number.”  

We gave up, and we only resented Random House a little bit. About two weeks after we were told no for the second time, a very scruffy but oddly sexy man walked in our store. Wrinkled T-shirt, jeans that had seen a better day, his hair was crazy messy, yet he looked oddly familiar.  Yes, so familiar, like 300 copies sold at our store familiar. Holy shit! Yep, it was Rick Bragg. I walked up to him and he introduced himself and said in that sweet sweet accent that I will forever and always love, “Well, when I heard what y’all were doing for my book I just had to stop in.” He signed several hundred copies that we had been hoarding for the holidays in the back room. If memory serves we sold over 700 copies of the book that season, and I’ve been a huge fan ever since.

Liz:

It was November, about six years ago, and normally bookstores shut down their events for the year in December in order to clear space, time, and staff to deal with the holiday rush.  I was a buyer and inventory operations manager at BookPeople, and by that November, I had perused hundreds of catalogs, ordered tens of thousands of books, sat in on a few hundred meetings, and was barely reserving enough energy to make it through the holiday insanity.  When a publicist calls and offers a President, though, you don't say no. 

The President was Jimmy Carter.  When I was four, I was interviewed by the podunk Woodville, Texas, radio station (along with 30 other four year-olds) in an informal Presidential poll, Reagan versus Carter.  I'd never heard of Reagan.  I told the radio guy--with a heavy Texas drawl that only existed for about a year--that I would vote for Jimmy Carter because he's "cuuu-uuute."  Seriously, there's a recording of it.  And because everyone else in the world knew who Reagan was, and that he was an actor, I was the only kid who voted Democrat. I have been a Carter fan (and a Democrat) ever since.  I have great respect for his diplomatic efforts post-Presidency to try to bring peace and alleviate suffering around the globe.  Also, my father loved Carter and his books.

So the whole staff rallied to the cause of hosting a former President--no easy task any time we're talking about the Secret Service, and particularly for this tour since the book involved discussed the Palestinian/Israeli conflict (Palestine: Peace, Not Apartheid) and had generated protests at earlier tour stops--and my task on the day of the event was to stand next to the President and take books from him after he signed.  It's generally accepted in the book industry that Jimmy Carter is the fastest signer in the business.  That day he signed 1,500 books in about an hour and fifteen minutes.  He was the octogenarian but we the ones who were exhausted.  What's truly remarkable, though, was that Carter managed to talk and make eye contact throughout the signing.  He greeted the customers who'd waited in line, some of them all night, and he didn't take any flak from the obnoxious, confrontational guy who wanted to talk about 1970's politics. 

Photo: Austin Chronicle
That's Carter in the chair, and that's me with the
dark hair to his right.

What made my day, and the memory that stays with me, was that the former President and Nobel Peace Prize Winner also talked to me throughout the whole event.  Our event was on December 13th, the last stop on his tour, and he told me about how he would be taking his great-grandson out to cut down a Christmas tree after he returned home to Georgia.  He talked to me about his family.  I'll never argue that Carter was the most effective President, but as a man of principle who attempts to live honorably, I think he's one of the greatest world leaders of the last century.  

Generally Horrible Questions: Kathryn Harrison

For anyone who's bothered to read more than one post on our little blog here, it should come as no surprise that we're both huge fans of Kathryn Harrison's writing.  Her book The Kiss helped to define the contemporary confessional memoir and established Harrison is one of the premier writers at work today.  With her new novel Enchantments, we took the opportunity to reach out to Harrison and she obliged us with an interview.  Enchantments tells the story of Rasputin's children, who go to live with the Tsar's family after their father is murdered.  The Tsarina Alexandra hopes that they possess some of the healing powers of the Mad Monk in helping her son Alexei--nicknamed Aloysha--cope with his hemophilia.  Though the girls aren't mystics, Marina (nicknamed Masha), the older of the girls, becomes the friend and confidante of Aloysha and tells him stories to distract him from the pain of his disorder and the uncertainty of survival during the Russian Revolution. We asked Harrison about books, Russian history, Rasputin, and her works.  If you like smart, talented writers, you should be reading Kathryn Harrison.

Generally Horrible Questions: Kathryn Harrison

1. What's the latest book you’ve read that you just can’t stop talking about?

I’m working on a biography of Joan of Arc, so all the books I’ve been reading for the past year have pertained to her, or to her time and place. I’m surrounded by stacks of them: translations of the transcripts of the trials that sent her to the stake and posthumously reversed the guilty sentence; interpretations of what it means to hear and see angels; history books like Huizinga’s The Waning of the Middle Ages; cultural anthropologies such as Clothes Make the Man: Female Cross Dressing in Medieval Europe by V. R. Hotchkiss; old standards on religion & mysticism—Frazier’s The Golden Bough, Wm James’ Varieties of Religious Experience, Jung’s The Archetypes and the Collective Unconscious by …. books that fascinate me but that I wouldn’t necessarily recommend to another reader. [On the contrary, this is a reading list that would make a terrific syllabus for a college course--one we'd like to take.]

2. Your historical novels are incredibly rich in detail. Is it true that The Seal Wife, The Binding Chair, and even Enchantments are in some way tied to your grandparents?

Yes, I was lucky to have been raised by grandparents whose very different early lives unfolded in exotic places. I can’t remember a time when I didn’t know stories my grandparents told me, stories that will inform my writing forever. It began when I was very young, at bedtime, in the dark, when I was falling asleep, that liminal time, consciousness slipping toward the fantastic, toward dreams. And as an only child, who spent a great deal of time alone, I entered those landscapes when I was awake and daydreaming, there were no other children to distract me, to pull me back into the present world.

3. The Kiss was recently re-issued by Random House. Originally published in 1997, how do you imagine it would be received and reviewed if it were to just be released in 2012?
I think it would play out the same way again: different journalists, reviewers, but the same basic response. What’s different now?

I remember bumping into Molly Haskell about a month into the original publication, and when she asked how I was doing I admitted I felt bewildered by the whole fracas, and that I’d imagined the quality of the writing would have protected me from critics anyway. She just laughed and said, That’s the very thing that’s making them angry—because it’s too well written. It’s a book they’d like to dismiss, but they can’t.

I hadn’t understood that—I’d worked to make it true, but I didn’t see the price of succeeding: anger. Not from everyone of course. It was strange, as a writer, to be told it was a topic that wasn’t for literature. Not for a writer like me to own.

I think it would still be a book they couldn’t dismiss. It would still make people angry. I hope it would. 

4. I’ve read _______ and I am so ashamed?
There is no book I’m ashamed to have read.   

5. I have never read ________ and I am so ashamed?
There is no book I am ashamed not to have read. A few I wish I could read in the original language. Especially Japanese novels.

6. Which of your books would make the best movie?
Exposure has been optioned, over and over, and there has been interest in The Seal Wife. Those two strike me as more easily translated into film.

Directors have asked about rights to The Kiss ever since it was published, but I never considered selling that book. Too easy to sensationalize, to destroy the control I exerted over the subject.

7. What book or author would you recommend for the first-time reader of Russian History?

Father Grigory Rasputin

Off the top of my head? Maybe Hoskings’ Russia and the Russians. There’s so much Russian History. One could start closer to our own time, with Pipes’ Concise History of the Russian Revolution. It might be more fun to read Massie’s biographies of Romanov Rulers; he sets the context so well that it’s a form of reading history.

8. Where you able to find or read any of Marina Rasputin’s memoirs?
All of them. Dreadful. Whitewashed portraits of her father. But who could blame her?  

9. The character of Masha in Enchantments is a Russian version of Scheherazade. Which of her stories to the hemophiliac prince Aloysha is your favorite?
Perhaps the courtship of his parents—Alexandra’s cloud. And I had fun with the coronation, the chance to transform an outright disaster/tragedy into a spectacle different from the historical one. In terms of the life she was trying to eclipse, I felt the tsar’s cutting down the trees in the way that he did was one of the more successful metaphors. I felt satisfied (well, almost) with that scene.  

Rasputin's daughter is the woman with the crop.

10. Rasputin’s daughter lived an incredible life before and after the revolution. She was a cabaret dancer, a lion tamer who travelled with the Ringling Bros Circus, and even survived a bear attack in Peru. Do people live those kinds of lives anymore? Can we blame cable television…please?
I’m happy to blame television for many things, but I don’t think it can kill the imagination, or the spirit, of adventurers. Or even of discriminating viewers. The particulars might change—circuses not being what they used to be, for example—but there will always be extraordinary lives. (And there is great cable TV. A couple of my favorites: Six Feet Under, Twin Peaks—better than most movies.) [If not for Twin Peaks Liz wouldn't talk to logs....]

11. Liz or Gianna?
I have to go with Gianna because she’s not as tall. [Hath not a giantess eyes? Hath not a giantess hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? Fed with the same food, hurt with the same weapons, subject to the same diseases, healed by the same means, warmed and cooled by the same winter and summer, as a shrimpy one is? If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge? ...And beside, the correct answer is always Liz.]

12. Perhaps we are mistaken, but is this the first time you’ve ventured into the realm of magical realism?
I think so, yes. Although I can point to antecedents in Poison.

13. Worst job you’ve ever had?
At seventeen, in a nursing home, as glorified candy-striper. Drastically depressing.

The Romanov Family

14. Do you think there’s a version of a contemporary Rasputin influencing a country’s leader today in the way that the mad monk impacted Romanov Russia?
Probably, but I don’t know who. [We nominate Gianna for this role.  She would make a great womanizing, prophetic, cult leader--fully worthy of assassination.]

15. Favorite of the “Golden Era” of Russian literature: Dostoyevsky, Tolstoy, Gogol, Pushkin, Bulgakov, or Chekhov?
I return to Bulgakov’s The Master and Margarita more often than to any one book by the others, but I do love Gogol and Dostoyevsky. Tolstoy is a bit too rational for my taste—I prefer the feverish, and the playful, and the impossible. [And we love giant, talking, devil cats!]

Battle, Memory, and Sacrifice

(Liz) We poke fun at most topics, but Memorial Day is different.  My great uncle was a World War II vet who rarely discussed his experiences in Europe during the war.  One Christmas, though, at a family gathering, my mother and aunts gathered around my grandparents' organ and started singing carols.  The older generation joined them, and some of us in the younger group listened.  When it came to "Silent Night," my grandmother, great aunt, and great uncle sang the song in German--they were Pennsylvania Dutch--and then my great uncle began telling the story of his Christmas Eve in France during the war.  He and a buddy, also from Pennsylvania, sat down on a log in the snow to eat and sang "Silent Night" in German after they'd finished their rations.  They were cold and tired and far away from home, and so they didn't really react when they brushed some of the snow off of the log and discovered it was the frozen body of a German soldier.  That German soldier would have been singing the same song, and in the same language, had he lived.  I think of this story at Christmas now, and on Memorial Day.  It was a story that it took my great uncle 50 years to tell, along with another that involved my great grandfather shipping a contraband pistol (bought off a Houston cop) to him in pieces because his army rifle kept jamming.  These are men and women who place their lives in danger, and some, like the German in the snow, die in service.  Many come home forever altered.  For this sacrifice, we offer our respect, and because war is a common topic in our industry, we offer this collection of classic, new, and upcoming titles that best capture the struggles and heroism of the soldiers who fought.

From Photojournalists on War, University of Texas Press, Nov 2012

The American Civil War

What This Cruel War Was Over: Soldiers, Slavery, and the Civil War by Chandra Manning (Random House)

(Gianna) This excellent book is reminiscent of Mary Chesnut’s Civil War, which I read many years ago. What this Cruel War Was Over uses letters and diaries by soldiers from both sides and races. While Manning’s writing is very good, it’s the first person accounts from soldiers that make this book so mesmerizing. Any given day, somewhere in this country there is a debate about the Civil War. What This Cruel War Was Over makes it clear that Union and Confederate soldiers felt that slavery was the root of the war. This is a must for any history aficionado’s library.

World War I

The Absolutist by John Boyne (Other Press, July 2012)

(Liz) While this novel comes out in July, I wanted to include it on this list because I feel like it accomplishes several goals sometimes missing in war novels.  Boyne is best known for his children's book, The Boy in the Striped Pajamas, but The Absolutist is an adult novel addressing the gray areas that often complicate conflicts; rarely is there a black-and-white, good-versus-evil war.  The Absolutist approaches the trench warfare of the Great War through the eyes of Tristan and his close friendship with Will.  The meet in basic training and ship off to France together.  The trenches as describes by Boyne are, well, shitty.  They are cold, filthy, nasty places where horror and mundane mix into an unending terror siege.  Will and Tristan are confronted with an act that challenges their ideas of good and evil in combat, and in choosing different paths they offer redefinitions of cowardice and heroism.  The Absolutist is a book that demands discussion, particularly given the moral ambiguities of more contemporary wars.  It's a great novel.

World War II

Unbroken by Laura Hillenbrand (Random House)

(Gianna) I am sure I will get some heated comments for what I am about to say, but here it is. If you don’t think you want to read about war and are only willing to read one book about World War II, it should be Unbroken. If you aren’t a biography lover but will give one book a chance, it should be Unbroken. If you are only going to read one book this year, it should be Unbroken. Read Unbroken.

On May 27th 1943 Louis Zamperini’s bomber crashed in the Pacific leaving three survivors. Zamperini, Russell Allen Phillips, and Francis McNamara would fight for survival on a raft in the middle of the Pacific for weeks. And that's only the start of Zamperini's struggle for survival.  You will not be able to put this book down. Read Unbroken.

Vietnam

July, July by Tim O’Brien (Penguin)

(Gianna) I’ve written about my love for Tim O’Brien a few times and If I Die in a Combat Zone and The Things They Carried has made probably every list we’ve ever done on this blog. But another really great book by O’Brien that touches on the Vietnam War, is July, July. It's another reminder that war shapes a generation, and changes not only those who go to war, but those who do not. July, July is the story of a 30th reunion of college classmates. One by one, O’Brien tells their stories, among them, a Vietnam veteran and a draft dodger. As I write this I am realizing that we haven’t had a new O’Brien book in a decade.  I do hope we get one soon.

Dispatches by Michael Herr (Vintage)

(Liz) The classic of war reportage from Vietnam.  Period.  It should be required reading (and often is).  Herr captures the sights, sounds, and actions on the Vietnam War, including acts of heroism and issues of moral ambiguity.  This is the war front and center, as observed first hand.

Iraq

Photojournalists on War; The Untold Stories from Iraq by Michael Kamber with an Introduction by Dexter Filkins (UT Press November 2012)

(Gianna) Probably the most important book I’ve ever worked on. Three dozen leading photojournalists from around the world (New York Times, The Guardian, Magnum, Times of London, Paris Match, and Reuters, among other publications) discuss their unpublished work (another way to say unpublished in this case is censored by their editors). These are first person, eyewitness accounts of the Iraq War. Yes, some essays are hard to read, some photographs tough to examine – but the least we can do is be a witness to the realities of war.

The Long Walk by Brian Castner (Doubleday, July 2012)

(Liz)  Memorial Day shouldn't be a one day tribute of barbecue and water sports.  The struggles that soldiers face continue long after they leave the battlefield.  (That's how I rationalize putting forthcoming books on this list.)  Brian Castner volunteered to serve as an Air Force officer in charge of dismantling bombs in Iraq.  If you saw The Hurt Locker, Brian was the guy in the bomb suit walking up to explosives, and he chose this constant tightrope walk between life and death.  He was great at what he did in the war, and he thrived on the adrenaline.  Half of The Long Walk describes the long, exhausting training that these soldiers endure just to be able to walk up to a bomb and take it apart safely, as well as the minutes of excruciating tension and he works on these explosives.  The other half of the book, though, describes Brian after he returns to the US and his wife and children.  As he adjusts back into his former life, he discovers that the Crazy has come with him and he is still fighting, if only with his own head.  What I like about this memoir is the quality of the writing--it's superb--and the realistic portrayal of heroism both in and out of war.

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Gianna and her fleet week pals in New York
last week.  Semper Fi!

Laura Hillenbrand and Gary Sinise are the co-founders of Operation International Children (www.operationinternationalchildren.org), a charity that provides school supplies to needy children through American troops.

Other charities to consider 

Wounded Warrior 

http://www.woundedwarriorproject.org

Military Working Dog Adoptions

http://www.militaryworkingdogadoptions.com

Books for Soldiers

http://booksforsoldiers.com/

Homes for Our Troops

http://www.homesforourtroops.org/site/PageServer

Textos lindos e doces…

 

E o mais bonito foi quando ela descobriu, que podia
ouvir e entender estrelas.
Só quem ama pode."

(Caio Fernando Abreu)

"Não é sempre
Que a ausência deixa saudades.
Às vezes ...
Ela deixa pedaços de vento,
Que atravessam os nossos silêncios. ”

(Bruno de Paula )

"Com as leves
asas do amor transpus estes muros, porque os
limites de pedra não
servem de empecilho para o amor. E o que o amor
pode fazer, o amor
ousa tentar."

-W. Shakespeare-

Meu Deus, não sou muito forte,
não tenho muito além de uma certa fé...
não sei se em mim, se numa coisa que chamaria de justiça-cósmica,
ou a coerência final de todas as coisas.
Preciso agora da tua mão sobre a minha cabeça.
Que eu não perca a capacidade de amar, de ver, de sentir.
Que eu continue alerta.
Que, se necessário, eu possa ter novamente o impulso do vôo no momento exato.
Que eu não me perca, que eu não me fira, que não me firam, que eu não fira ninguém. Livra-me dos poços e dos becos de mim, Senhor.
Que meus olhos saibam continuar se alargando sempre."

(Caio Fernando Abreu)

 

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Não sou pra todos e Avesso

Não sou pra todos.
Gosto muito do meu mundinho.
Ele é cheio de surpresas, palavras soltas e cores misturadas.
Às vezes tem um céu azul, outras tempestade.
Lá dentro cabem sonhos de todos os tamanhos,
mas não cabe muita gente.
Todas as pessoas que estão dentro dele não estão por acaso.
São necessárias.

(Caio Fernando Abreu)

Avesso

pode parecer promessa
mas eu sinto que você é a pessoa
mais parecida comigo
que eu conheço
só que do lado do avesso
pode ser que seja engano
bobagem ou ilusão
de ter você na minha
mas acho que com você eu me esqueço
e em seguida eu aconteço
por isso deixo aqui meu endereço
se você me procurar
eu apareço
se você me encontrar
te reconheço.
(Alice Ruiz)

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Se Perguntarem por mim

Se Perguntarem por mim
Diga que estou em retiro
Pra dentro de mim
E não sei o q encontrarei aqui
Sei apenas q tenho um coração machucado
Então,se perguntarem por mim
Diga q fui a praia
Mergulhei nas águas dos meus sentimentos
E estou aprendendo a nadar
Mas ñ comente por favor
Detesto dar explicações
Ou diga q estou num safári
E estou mesmo!
Estou caçando a pessoa q fui
E descobrindo como sou
Entre os escombros da minha vida
Melhor..
Se perguntarem por mim
Diga que fui pescar
Estou pescando mesmo!
Relaxadamente à beira do lago da mente
Separando os cardumes
Observando, catalogando
E me preparando pra voltar ao dia a dia
Isso se perguntarem por mim!
Porque nesse momento
Quero que até o meu nome descanse.

V. Rossini

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Generally Horrible Questions: Katie Adams

The giant beer is a dead giveaway that this woman
is an editor....

I met Katie a few years ago, when Other Press became a distribution client for Random House (which means that the RH sales force handles the rep duties and our warehouse ships the books) and Katie attended sales conference.  I find the Other Press list of titles and staff invigorating--new voices, fresh perspectives, and a lot of energy make them a joy to represent.  Katie is one of those people who starts talking about the book she's working on and her enthusiasm is contagious; because of this infectious joy I'm willing to overlook that she roots for the Red Sox and has never made me brownies.  She doesn't know that she's supposed to make me brownies, mind you, but why should I have to state my needs so explicitly?  She reads this blog (She's our fan! Possibly the only one remaining!).  She knows I'm not right in the head.  Anyway, in the last year Katie left Other Press to accept a job with Liveright, a newly re-formed division of Norton, but in spite of her abandonment she was still good enough to answer our horrible questions.  She's our first editor....she might have been drunk when she agreed.

Generally Horrible Questions: Katie Adams

1. How’d you become an editor? Tell us your life story.
The long story is a boring one: lifelong reader, naturally bossy, etc. But the crucial lucky break came when I was a senior at Columbia. I was taking a graduate seminar on Dickens, and one of the grad students asked me about my plans after graduation. I murmured vague thoughts about publishing, and she said, “Oh, I used to be an editorial assistant at FSG, give them my name and get an internship there during your final semester.” At the time I’d never even heard of FSG (Farrar, Straus & Giroux, one of the absolute best houses in the business, as I quickly learned), but after a few days of typing out permissions forms for Robert Lowell poems and photocopying Michael Cunningham’s new novel, I was hooked. [For those keeping track, Katie has mentioned Columbia University, graduate seminars, Dickens, FSG, and Robert Lowell.  We love a woman who embraces her nerdiness so openly.]

What book do you point to with pride and think “I worked on that?”
Well, I’ve been so lucky – I’m proud of all the books I’ve had a hand in, whether as an editorial assistant, desk editor, or acquiring editor. But my first real pinch-me moment was probably when Claire Messud wrote a glowing full-page of Mrs. Woolf and the Servants, my first acquisition, in the New York Times. An intellectual endorsement from Messud (a genius) about a book on Virginia Woolf (possibly the greatest English writer since Shakespeare): “an absorbing and complex portrait of Woolf’s particular relation to domestics and domesticity.” Heaven. [Here's the problem--there's too much we like about this statement to mock it.  Virginia Woolf?  LOVE.  Claire Messud?  LOVE (and she has a new novel coming next spring!).  Katie's really short.  We're also starting a rumor that she has six toes on her left foot.  Spread the word.]

What are the best and worst moments in your editorial career?
The absolute worst (so far) was probably when I was an editorial assistant. I sent a deal memo, which contains all of the nitty gritty – and might I add, confidential – details about an author’s book deal, to the wrong person. I meant to send it to the foreign publisher with whom we’d done the deal, but instead I sent it to a fierce literary agent with the same first name, who must have thought she could do even better by the author, because she later picked him up as a client! That was a lay-face-down-on-the-office-floor moment. But really one of the hardest parts of the job is the books that get away, for whatever reason, and then it’s death by a thousand cuts as they come out to rave reviews. ["The books that get away"--is this code for Fifty Shades of Grey?]

Bests, I’ve had a few. Michael Crummey is one of my favorite authors, and when I found out that he hadn’t read Moby Dick (the horror – his latest book features a whale for God’s sake!) I immediately rushed him a copy. Not only did he love it, he wrote a beautiful essay  about reading it. I felt I’d given a little something back to him after his book had given me so much. But there are smaller moments as well. Just last week an author from my last job emailed to say that his daughter had been accepted to her first choice college. I love these personal tidbits I get as the relationship deepens, and I was so thrilled for this proud papa. [Zorro pooped in his litter box for the first time in four years last week!  Send me brownies!]

Any author gossip that you’re willing to reveal? Don’t worry—no one reads this blog.
Ha! If there’s one thing I know about authors, it’s that they find any and every mention of themselves online. [Exactly!  We need the hits from people other than the ones searching Google for free porn!  Tell tales!  Make stuff up.  We certainly do.  Gianna and E.L. James are the same person.]

As a Red Sox fan, describe in detail how much you hate the Yankees. Feel free to rationalize the designated hitter rule for us too; we’re National League fans.
The Yankees are the guy at the bar who hits on you so loudly and so publicly that you can’t tell if he’s actually serious. His ego is performance art. Depending on your answer, he’ll either perform the swaggering jerk that gets the girl, or he’ll perform the impervious couldn’t-care-less reject, but regardless it will be ALL ABOUT HIM. That’s the Yankees. [We were just going to say that they're assholes.]

As an impartial sports fan of New England descent, Astros or Cubs?
I used to empathize with the Cubs, but now I’m kinda mad at Theo Epstein [former Red Sox GM who is now the Cubs GM], plus the Astros no longer suffer under the curse of Roger Clemens, so…Astros. [And Liz's love for Katie lives on....]

What book(s) made you squeal with delight and led you into the dark world of publishing?

The true first would have to be Mickey Mouse’s Picnic, which my sainted mother read to me thousands upon thousands of times. Then it’s a straight line through Where the Red Fern Grows, Mrs. Mike, The Thorn Birds, Persuasion, To the Lighthouse, Bartleby the Scrivener, One Hundred Years of Solitude, The Hours, Olive Kitteridge. Or so I say today. [First, Mickey Mouse is the evil overlord that has oppressed the maligned Donald Duck for decades.  Liz is quite serious about this topic.  Curse you for your duck bigotry.  The other books on your list, though, make us happy.]

What are you working on now that has you excited?
Oh so much good stuff. There’s a work of history called For Adam’s Sake, slated for next spring, which reads like Downton Abbey set in 17th century Connecticut. There’s a beautiful, crushing memoir coming next April called My Foreign Cities, about a young couple who, due to illness, have to live their whole marriage in the ten years they know they’ll have together. And a truly fabulous novel called The Last Summer of the Camperdowns about a young girl, a long summer, and a big secret. [Spoiler: she has cooties?] It’s the perfect summer book: “That dear old house. If there is a heaven, I will spend eternity on the back porch, sipping ice tea and eating radish and mayonnaise sandwiches, listening to the birds chirp, watching the mulberries ripen, hearing the waves roll in, reading Sun Tzu when my father is looking; Trixie Belden when he isn’t.” I have the best job in the world. [And cooties.]

You’re married to an editor. Tell the truth: are you better?
It really depends on what you mean by better. I’m definitely more emotional/obsessive about work (and everything), which can drive my authors crazy or make them feel like centers of the universe. But my brilliant husband is utterly unflappable, a crucial piece of the job for which I’m still searching. Also, when we took a sample Wonderlic test (given to college athletes to determine intelligence before they turn pro) my husband scored higher. And he’s also taller. I appreciate this question because it gets at the goal of marriage, which is to determine a winner and a loser. [Exactly.  We're sure you're aware that the Liz and Gianna battle for supremacy rages on.]

Liz or Gianna?
Liz picked Galore as her favorite book of 2011. For that, Liz would also win against either or both of my parents. [Excellent.  And the answer, of course, is always Liz.]

Gilda?  She's a bitch.  How could one NOT choose Zorro?

Liz’s cat Zorro or Gianna’s dog Gilda?
Gilda! Cats are too judgmental. [...You're dead to me (liz).  Unless you send brownies.]

What are your biggest grammatical pet peeves? And what’s your position on the Oxford comma?
Your/you’re. Its/it’s. Two complete sentences joined by “and” but no punctuation. YES to the Oxford comma. Long may it reign. It’s one thing to cast aside these rules in an email, but in your manuscript…for heaven’s sake! [Most of our emails disregard all punctuation and are typed as abbreviations...like "TWSS" for "That's what she said.  Most of our email correspondence is a violation of multiple codes of conduct.  Or involves poop.]

Will you edit Liz and Gianna: A Joint Memoir? We guarantee nudity and violence.

Liveright published this book.
I think it's about a dump
or something.

Only if the book jacket can look like the movie posters for Face/Off. [Absolutely!  GIANNA IS JUST LIKE JOHN TRAVOLTA...or rather, just like his masseur.  She confessed that if Travolta offered her $400, she'd make him a regular client.  She's classy like that.  Also the Face/Off cover would be ideal since we look so much alike.]

Tell us about Liveright, the new line at Norton.
Liveright is the rebirth of one of the great names in publishing. Boni & Liveright (later just Liveright) had a remarkable heyday in the 1920s and 30s. Led by boozy, chorus-girl chasing, literary savant-whisperer Horace Liveright, they published a remarkable array of stars including T.S. Eliot, Anita Loos, Theodore Dreiser, Dorothy Parker, Hart Crane, early Hemingway, early Faulkner etc etc etc. W.W. Norton bought it decades ago and decided to re-launch it this year in order to bring back some of the Liveright classics (books like My Life by Isadora Duncan and The Theater of E.E. Cummings) and to recognize and further draw upon the talents of my amazing boss – a legend in his own right – Bob Weil. [With the Liz and Gianna memoir on the list, you'll be legendary yourself.  What is the record for fastest career-ender for an editor?  Judith Regan with the OJ Simpson book?  We can top that. Gianna's even a boozy, chorus girl.]

Thanks Katie!

(By the way--the best thing about harassing an editor?  All of her answers were spelled properly.  Gianna would never send in a blog post with such polish.)

Reviralvoltas em Amor eterno Amor

Para quem já estava achando a novela Amor eterno Amor meio parada, vejam as novidades que vem por aí…

Fernando tentará matar Rodrigo

Em "Amor eterno amor", Fernando (Carmo Dalla Vecchia) vai tentar matar Rodrigo (Gabriel Braga Nunes). Depois que Miriam (Leticia Persiles) diz não querer nada com ele, Fernando vai até a casa de Rodrigo e tenta atirar no primo com um super-rifle. Nesse momento, uma luz envolve o peão e impede que as balas o atinjam. O vilão fica furioso por não conseguir matá-lo e vai embora, sem ser visto.

Valéria tenta se matar

Quando Rodrigo (Gabriel Braga Nunes) descobre que não é o pai do filho de Valéria (Andréia Horta), em "Amor eterno amor", a jovem ameaça se jogar do alto do Pão de Açúcar. Ela se pendura na mureta e diz que só o ex-peão pode impedi-la. Ao saber da maluquice pela TV, Carmem (Vera Mancini), Zé (Pedro Paulo Rangel), Gracinha (Daniela Fontan), Jacira (Carol Castro) e os recém-chegados Tobias (Erom Cordeiro) e Josué (Raphael Viana) partem para o local. Ninguém convence Valéria a descer. Josué, certo de que é o pai da criança, laça Valéria e impede que ela pule.

Falsa Elisa aparece na novela

Enfim, Mayana Neiva vai entrar em "Amor eterno amor". A aparição da atriz como Elisa (falsa) na novela das seis acontece no capítulo 80, que vai ao ar dia 5 de junho. Para dar vida ao misterioso amor de Rodrigo (Gabriel Braga Nunes), Mayana alongou e clareou os cabelos para ficar parecida com Julia Gomes, que interpretou Elisa quando criança.

Tufão e Monalisa juntos e Olenka fica com Silas

Reviravolta nos casais da novela Avenida Brasil: Tufão volta aos braços de Monalisa e Olenka beija Silas (por essa eu não esperava)! Confira o que vem por aí…

A paquera entre Monalisa e Tufão acontece durante uma crise que eles enfrentam nos casamentos com Silas (Aílton Graça) e Carminha (Adriana Esteves), respectivamente. A cabeleireira decide se separar após descobrir a farsa da doença do marido, e o ex-jogador se desilude por saber que a mulher não é tão íntegra como pensava. Um encontro por acaso no campo do Divino reascende o interesse do antigo casal.

Tufão não resiste e chama Monalisa para sair. "Tô precisando desabafar, você também. Tamos passando por uma situação parecida...", afirma o ex-jogador, já combinando o programa: "Um cineminha, depois comer aquele bolinho de feijoada naquele pé-sujo do Centro, que a gente frequentava quando eu não tinha grana pra nada!."

A cabeleireira sorri e aceita o convite. E fica como uma adolescente ao escolher a roupa para encontrar o ex. "Fala sinceramente, tô com cara de: ”Te esperei dez anos, mas tô fingindo que não tô nem aí’?", pergunta Monalisa a Olenka (Fabiula Nascimento), que elogia a beleza da amiga. Ao parar na frente da casa de Monalisa, Tufão age como antigamente para avisar que chegou: dá duas buzinadas curtas.

No boteco, os dois relembram e acham graça dos velhos tempos de pindaíba e até iniciam uma briguinha quando a cabeleireira diz duvidar que Carminha fosse estar ao lado de Tufão se ele fosse um pé-rapado. "Não ia ter aceitado sair com você nem pra tomar cafezinho!", garante. O ex-jogador, então, quer saber por que a antiga namorada aceitou sair com ele. Quando ela diz que não sabe, mas que ainda dá tempo de pegar um táxi, Tufão a beija.

A cabeleireira se assusta, pondera que ele é casado, que não podia ter acontecido. Mas ele rebate afirmando que ela também é casada. "Eu só quero curtir essa noite do seu lado, eu e você, sem pensar em mais nada, topa?", propõe o ex-jogador.

Com a noite agradável, o casal combina um novo programa: praia. Lá, Tufão agradece por Monalisa fazê-lo sentir-se tão bem. A cabeleireira afirma gostar de vê-lo sorrir e o ex-jogador se aproxima com a intenção de beijá-la, mas ela se esquiva. No fim do dia, Tufão afirma à ex-namorada: "O tempo voa do teu lado. Você me faz muito bem, Monalisa".

 

 

 

Adorei!! (Por que a Nina com Tufão não tem nada a ver, né?)

Um beijo pode mudar a relação de Olenka (Fabiula Nascimento) e Silas (Aílton Graça) em “Avenida Brasil”. A cabeleireira fica com pena do comerciante que foi deixado por Monalisa (Heloísa Périssé), após descobrir que não tinha doença cardíaca, e aparece em sua casa levando a comida predileta dele. “Puxa, Olenka, você não existe mesmo. Como é que alguém pode ser tão cuidadosa com um mentiroso, abandonado, inútil feito eu?”, comove-se.

Olenka afirma que não vai deixá-lo falar mal dele mesmo na frente dela. E tenta levantar o astral de Silas: “Ninguém dispensa um homem tão bacana, tão apaixonado, tão doce, e não percebe a besteira que tá fazendo. Não é possível! A Monalisa não é doida. Uma hora ela vai acabar caindo em si. ”

Enquanto o comerciante janta, Olenka dá um trato na casa: coloca a roupa para lavar e decide limpar a sala. Silas afirma que ela não precisa fazer nada disso e agradece mais uma vez pela comida. Desolado, garante que sua vontade mesmo é de definhar até morrer. Mas sem aguentar, Silas quer saber como sua mulher está. “Esquece a Monalisa, Silas. Ela não tem coração. Você não merecia que ela te abandonasse...”, afirma Olenka.

O comerciante, então, quer saber se ela tem outro. A amiga da cabeleireira disfarça, mas Silas percebe. “Então ela tem outro. Eu sabia! Vai ver até já tinha quando a gente tava junto. Ela ia casar comigo por pena, só esperando eu morrer pra ela ficar viúva, mas de consciência limpa por ter feito um moribundo feliz”, constata o pai de Darkson (José Loreto), que completa: “Mas também... por que é que uma mulher como ela, incrível, forte, cheia de personalidade, linda... independente... ia se interessar por um merda como eu? Um pobre coitado, dono de boteco...”

O dono do bar desaba a chorar como criança comovendo Olenka que o abraça e faz carinho, deixando Silas interessado. “Não fala assim de você, Silas. Nada disso é verdade. Quer saber? Você é um homem maravilhoso, bom, charmoso, romântico e dança que é uma loucura! Se eu fosse a Monalisa, jamais deixaria um cara como você... que é o sonho de qualquer...”, diz Olenka, que antes de completar a frase é beijada por Silas.

A cabeleireira se levanta, sem graça, se abanando, com calores. O comerciante fica atônito. Os dois pedem desculpas um para o outro, dizem que isso não podia ter acontecido. “Aquelas coisas, né? Eu e você sozinhos, carentes, um homem e uma mulher... a carne falou mais forte. Rolou. Normal...”, desculpa-se Silas. Olenka concorda, mas diz que nunca mais vai acontecer. “Bom, eu vou lavar a louça que ficou na pia e depois eu vou embora que eu... Bom, é isso aí...”, avisa a cabeleireira.

O beijo mexe tanto com os dois que em momentos diferentes Olenka e Silas se pegam pensando no acontecido.

Mas esse Silas é um chato…Ô homem chantagista insuportável!

Fonte: Extra

Resumo de novela Cheias de Charme 28 de maio a 02 de junho

Segunda 28 - Chayene cumpre sua pena comunitária

Kleiton sugere que Elano aproveite o ensaio das Empreguetes para se aproximar de Cida. Cida é destratada por Sônia. Isadora convida Conrado para ficar em sua casa, mas ele recusa. Ariela não se conforma em dividir seu casamento com a irmã e se queixa com Humberto. Conrado cruza com Cida no condomínio. Humberto se encontra com Brunessa. Chayene se vangloria da sessão de fotos com Rosário. Dinha e Inácio conversam sobre o trabalho. Sidney acompanha o ensaio de Rosário e se emociona. Chayene cumpre sua pena comunitária e arma um plano para levar vantagem. Lygia flagra Conrado dormindo em sua sala e reclama com Sarmento. Chayene chega ao Borralho com Socorro e Laércio e é recebida por Rosário. Rodinei convida Cida para morar com ele. Chayene zomba do cartaz do show das Empreguetes. Niltinho aconselha Rodinei a contar sobre a gravidez de Brunessa para Cida. Lygia conversa com Liara e descobre que a irmã voltará para o Brasil. Conrado se encontra com o pai. Tom Bastos surge no show das Empreguetes e revela que é o novo agente das três domésticas.

Terça 29 - Cida descobre que Brunessa está grávida

Conrado tenta se aproximar de Otto. Chayene manda Laércio espionar o show das Empreguetes. Inácio conta para Heraldo que pedirá a mão de Rosário para Sidney após o show. Laércio estranha a presença de Tom na apresentação das Empreguetes. Elano vê Cida com Rodinei. Rosário revela que Tom fez uma proposta para empresariar o trio e Inácio desiste de pedi-la em casamento. Cida descobre que Brunessa está grávida. Conrado conta para Sarmento que esteve com o pai e o advogado se anima. Cida questiona Rodinei sobre a gravidez de Brunessa. Fabian, Simone e Tom fazem planos para o futuro das Empreguetes. Conrado estraga um dos processos do escritório e tenta ocultar o problema. Sandro conta para Penha que arrumou um emprego. Liara volta ao Brasil. O escritório de Sarmento recebe uma intimação e Conrado se apavora.

Quarta 30 - Inácio encontra Dália e cai numa cilada

Ticiane pede ajuda a Lygia para resolver o problema do processo destruído. Socorro pede para Chayene levá-la na viagem a Uberlândia para o show com Michel Teló. Conrado culpa Ticiane por ter danificado o processo e a moça é demitida. Valda passa mal e Sônia resolve contratar o Aperitivo Bufê para fazer o jantar de noivado da filha. Rosário faz compras para o bufê com Penha e Cida, que cogita sabotar o jantar de Isadora e Conrado. Rodinei não se conforma de ter perdido Cida. Sandro vai jogar futebol com Ruço e perde a hora do trabalho. Naldo diz a Elano que o interesse de Tom nas Empreguetes é falso. Humberto chega à clínica para acompanhar Ariela e encontra Brunessa. Lygia convida Elano para ser seu assistente e a escolha é aprovada por Sarmento. Tom propõe que as Empreguetes façam um show com Fabian. Rosário procura Kleiton, que a alerta sobre as más intenções de Tom Bastos. Inácio encontra Dália e cai numa cilada.

 

Quinta 31 - Sandro é demitido e fica constrangido de contar para Penha

Dália sequestra Inácio com a ajuda de Marçal. Rosário fala com Kleiton sobre a proposta de Tom Bastos para as Empreguetes e sugere que ele continue na equipe. Sarmento apresenta Elano a Conrado. Tom Bastos arma um plano para Chayene achar que está sendo cortejada por Michel Teló. Rodinei conhece Liara. Dália leva Inácio para um barco em alto mar. Inácio diz a Dália que ele não é o Fabian e pede que ela pare de persegui-lo. A guarda-costeira chega ao barco de Dália. Inácio visita a tia e avisa que não será mais perseguido. Niltinho conversa com Rodinei e percebe que ele está diferente. Cida é proibida por Sônia de sair de casa e falta à reunião das Empreguetes com Tom Bastos. Rosário aceita a proposta de Tom Bastos, mas exige que Kleiton seja o produtor musical das Empreguetes. Sandro é demitido e fica constrangido de contar para Penha. Laércio chama Chayene para entrar no palco com Michel Teló. Inácio ouve Rosário falando com Fabian ao telefone e questiona a namorada.

Sexta 01 - Chayene sobe ao palco com Michel Teló

Chayene sobe ao palco com Michel Teló. Penha comemora as contratações de Elano e Sandro e Ruço fica apreensivo. Walmir reaparece no Borralho para cobrar a dívida de Sandro. Sidney alerta Penha para se comportar no jantar na casa dos Sarmentos. Inácio faz as pazes com Rosário e resolve levá-la para conhecer Romana. Máslova teme que Conrado estrague a chance de se reconciliar com o pai. Lygia avisa a Liara que marcou uma entrevista de emprego para ela na Galerie. Sarmento sugere que Cida não apareça no jantar de noivado de Isadora, mas Sônia insiste em colocá-la para servir. Rosário e Romana se conhecem. Penha visita Elano no trabalho e demonstra gratidão a Lygia por ter ajudado seu irmão. Elano conquista a simpatia de Sarmento e Conrado demonstra ciúme. Liara consegue a vaga de gerente da Galerie. Fabian finge ter ficado ofendido com o assédio de Chayene a Michel Teló e ameaça romper o falso namoro com ela. Tom planeja uma nova cilada para Chayene. Sandro resolve fugir de Walmir, mas é surpreendido.

Sábado 02 - Sônia reconhece Rosário e Penha do clipe das Empreguetes

A equipe do Aperitivo Bufê chega à casa dos Sarmento e Cida teme que Penha seja reconhecida. Otto é recebido por Cida e Sônia não gosta. Conrado surge atrasado para o noivado e é repreendido por Isadora. Sônia descobre que Otto prefere comida simples e resolve trocar o cardápio do jantar. Rodinei faz uma entrega na casa de Lygia e se surpreende ao ver Liara. Penha se oferece para servir os convidados no lugar de Cida. Conrado dá o anel que foi de sua mãe para Isadora. Chayene fica furiosa com Socorro e manda demiti-la, mas a doméstica implora para ficar e Laércio cede. O jantar é servido e Máslova estranha o cardápio. Chayene decide ver seu futuro e convoca uma vidente até sua casa. Otto elogia o jantar e pede para cumprimentar o pessoal da cozinha. Madame Kastrupe faz previsões para Chayene e a cantora acha que a vidente está falando de Rosário. Sônia reconhece Rosário e Penha do clipe das Empreguetes.

Vídeo das Empreguetes

 

 Empreguetes

Todo dia acordo cedo
Moro longe do emprego
Quando volto do serviço
Quero meu sofá
Tá sempre cheia a condução
Eu passo pano, encero o chão
A outra vê defeito
Até onde não há

Queria ver madame aqui no meu lugar
Eu ia rir de me acabar
Só vendo a patroinha aqui no meu lugar
Botando a roupa pra quarar

Minha colega quis botar
Aplique no cabelo dela
Gastou um extra que era da parcela
As filhas da patroa
A nojenta e a entojada
Só sabem explorar, não valem nada

Queria ver madame aqui no meu lugar
Eu ia rir de me acabar
Só vendo a cantora aqui no meu lugar
Tirando a mesa do jantar

Refrão

Levo a vida de empreguete, eu pego às sete
Fim de semana é salto alto
E ver no que vai dar

Um dia compro apartamento e viro socialite
Toda boa
Vou com meu ficante viajar

Vídeo oficial


- http://tvg.globo.com/novelas/cheias-de-charme/empreguetes/

Eu Sem Você Paula Fernandes Letra e vídeo oficial

Música nova e lindíssima da Paula Fernandes: Eu sem Você, Confira a letra da música e o vídeo oficial.




EU SEM VOCÊ

Eu tô carente desse teu abraço
Desse teu amor que me deixa leve
Eu tô carente desses olhos negros
Desse teu sorriso branco feito neve

Eu tô carente desse olhar que mata
Dessa boca quente revirando tudo
Tô com saudade dessa cara linda
Me pedindo fica só mais um segundo

Tô feito mato desejando a chuva
Madrugada fria esperando o sol
Tô tão carente feito um prisioneiro
Vivo um pesadelo, beijo sem paixão

Tô com vontade de enfrentar o mundo
Ser pra sempre o guia do seu coração
Sou a metade de um amor que vibra
Numa poesia em forma de canção

Sem você sou caçador sem caça
Sem você a solidão me abraça
Sem você sou menos que a metade
Sou incapacidade de viver por mim
Sem você, eu sem você

Eu tô carente desse teu abraço
Desse teu amor que me deixa leve
Eu tô carente desses olhos negros
Desse teu sorriso branco feito neve

Eu tô carente desse olhar que mata
Dessa boca quente revirando tudo
Tô com saudade dessa cara linda
Me pedindo fica só mais um segundo

Tô feito mato desejando a chuva
Madrugada fria esperando o sol
Tô tão carente feito um prisioneiro
Vivo um pesadelo, beijo sem paixão

Tô com vontade de enfrentar o mundo
Ser pra sempre o guia do seu coração
Sou a metade de um amor que vibra
Numa poesia em forma de canção

Sem você sou caçador sem caça
Sem você a solidão me abraça
Sem você sou menos que a metade
Sou incapacidade de viver por mim

Sem você sou caçador sem caça
Sem você a solidão me abraça
Sem você sou menos que a metade
Sou incapacidade de viver por mim
Sem você

Sem você
Sem você
Eu sem você
Sem você

Gianna's Trip: A Recap

Zorro looks great on a National  Rifle Association flag.

[I have to fly to Amarillo tomorrow, I haven't unpacked 90% of the boxes from my move, and I can't properly display my NRA flag because Zorro is sleeping on it.  What?  Doesn't everyone own an NRA flag? Anyway, Gianna is currently hoofing it back from her second New York trip in two weeks, so I thought it only fitting that I procrastinate by posting this piece about her first trip.  Also, I think it's worth stating that even though we frequently travel for work, on these work trips we rarely have a moment to play tourist.  Days are long, the food sucks, and some days you want to give the finger to the world.  I compensate by swallowing down my rage and taunting the cat.  Gianna copes in other ways...I think she might be on the crack rock.]

Gianna:

I know how much our little Lizzy likes to keep our readers (sorry, reader) abreast of how she spends her days. I always thought my days were far too boring to share, but after reading Liz’s last account where there was not just one, but two pictures of what appears to be a morbidly obese cat sitting on a nearly empty, but buckling bookshelf--I know the camera adds 150 pounds so maybe Zorro just looks chubby--I now think "Gee, people will read just about anything."  I mean, I have a cat…plus I am going to New York City! The Big Apple, the land of a thousand bad accents, and one collectively crappy mood. So excited, picture me as Babs in the boat scene of Yentl (Papa, watch me fly!).

It's not often that Gianna
makes a Babs reference.

I mean, look out Empire State! I am headed your way with my University of Texas Press catalog, and if there is one thing I know for sure about the city so nice they named it twice, it's that they love to read about anything other than New York, written by people not living in New York. They’re a lot like Texans I guess, modest and curious beyond their borders. [If everything's bigger in Texas, doesn't that mean that Zorro is average sized?]

No line at the taxi stand at JFK--a promising start. My cab driver can’t be bothered to help me with my suitcase (perhaps sensing that it is loaded down with catalogs, advance reading copies, and cash). Hey, no worries pal, I got it; this old feminist can change a tire, put up drywall, and lift a heavy suitcase. (I can’t actually change a tire. I also cannot put up drywall and am not completely sure what drywall is. But I did carry my own suitcase). [For the record, Gianna helped to rip a hole in my drywall the other night.  If I'd actually read this piece earlier I would have watched her more carefully.]

This *might* not actually be
Gianna's taxi driver.

Halfway to Manhattan my driver asks where I’m from and when I say Texas, he makes a sad sound and then says, “Oh…George Bush.” So I say as upbeat as I can, “And don’t forget Rick Perry!” He makes another sad sound. I ask where he's from and he informs me that he's from Angola. Then he says in a voice you would hear from a preschool teacher, “That’s in Africa.” I say, “Yes, West Africa, of course.” Now I immediately regret saying this because I’ve sort of insinuated that I might know more about the geography of not only Africa, but, God help me, my own country. The reality is I can probably name five countries in Africa, and, you know, if pressed, half the states in the US. I’m very much a USA Today reader…lots of pictures. So yeah, sure enough, the old son of a bitch says “Are you familiar with Africa?” I have no choice but to say “So do you like George Bush?”

As you can imagine the conversation fizzled after that. Good thing, though, because a sporting event on the radio was about to begin and the national anthem was playing. My African pal turned it up and began to hum along. I think it's one of my sweetest New York moments ever.

After rolling up to the incredibly plush, celebrity laden, Roger Smith Hotel (new bar on roof!) and my pal once again makes a point of not even pretending to get out of the cab to help with my suitcase (seriously, I got it!) I head up to my room, drop my bags, and hit the Duane Reade. A bag of pita chips: $164, nail file: $332, and a bottle of water: $1,287. [Anyone else curious what one could do with water, pita chips, and a nail file?] Then I hit the streets hardcore. In other words, I went back up to my room and worked until 9:00 pm preparing for the next two days of meetings.

When not complaining about travel,
Gianna pitches UT Press books

I’d fill you in on the next 48 hours but most of it is even less exciting than a cat on a shelf (it’s the Elf on a Shelf for the non believers!) so let me skip to my last day. After spending $5.00 on toast (I know talking about how expensive shit is in New York is about as lame as talking about the heat in Texas…but truth is…sometimes it's just so damn hot you have to say something), and finishing my final two meetings, I shot right to the airport. Good thing I got to the there early, otherwise I wouldn’t have been able to board my flight, get to the end of the runway and then be told we had to return to the gate because an engine light wouldn’t go off. Let me tell you something, if I were to turn around every single time an engine light went on in my car, I would never get anywhere!

Good news, though, they know they won't be able to fix it within two hours so they have secured us a different plane which would take off in 45 minutes. I mean, just hearing that shit you knew it was a lie. Glass half empty. We did get a $10 gift voucher though (that’s four pieces of toast y’all!). Three hours later and the only thing keeping my spirits up is Liz’s nearly constant John Travolta / massage therapist updates. [I am a wealth of information on a variety of topics.] So a little more than three hours later I am on the plane headed home.

We had to listen to the flight safety twice, and each time I could have sworn it said that the flight attendants would come by and do a cavity search. Obviously I misheard because I never did get searched. In other words…American is no Southwest.

She's the Dolly to my Latifah.
Or the other way around.

More good news, and the cherry on top of my trip was the in-flight movie. Joyful Noise (written and directed by Todd Graff of Beautician and the Beast fame) starring Dolly Parton and Queen Latifah (the greatest onscreen couple since Peppermint Patty and Marcie); I simply could not get enough. I would say it was only slightly better than watching any episode of Glee (calm down Randy, calm down). [Feel free to comment; I'll happily forward all tacky comments on to Gianna.] Thank God Kris Kristofferson had the sense enough to die in the first five seconds of the movie. Oh…spoiler alert. I want to be clear that I watched every single frame and highly recommend it to anyone stuck on a plane or in prison, if it’s free.

Side note, the original itinerary home said the flight time was three hours and thirty minutes. The flight time for the make up flight was three hours fifty minutes. A last little F.U. from the city that never sleeps.

Touche New York….touche.

Jorginho xinga Carminha de vadia em Avenida Brasil

Jorginho (Cauã Reymond) ficará completamente transtornado ao descobrir que Carminha (Adriana Esteves) é sua mãe biológica em "Avenida Brasil".

Nos próximos capítulos da novela das nove, o jogador vai perambular pelo lixão, e se lembrará do momento em que foi deixado pela mãe. Em seguida, ele sai do local, vai até um bar e compra uma garrafa de cachaça.

Embriagado, ele decide ir no Divino Futebol Clube, onde Carminha estará fazendo um discurso, se lançando vereadora.

Após o pronunciamento da vilã, Jorginho pega o microfone e humilha a mãe diante de boa parte dos moradores da região.

"Quem é você pra falar de moral, sua vadia? Você não tem moral! Essa mulher é uma vadia!", esbraveja o jogador, chocando a todos os presentes.

Ainda no desabafo, Jorginho diz que a máscara de Carminha caiu e que eles irão eleger uma bandida: "Ela vai enganar a todos, como fez comigo... Você é uma vadia! A maior de todas as vadias", dispara.

Tufão (Murilo Benício) sobe no palco e arrasta o filho do local, dizendo que ele é um ingrato: "Depois de tudo o que ela fez por você". O ex-jogador tenta agredir o filho, mas é impedido por Leleco (Marcos Caruso).

Amparada pelo marido, Carminha toca a festa de lançamento da sua candidatura tentando minimizar o vexame.

A sós com o pai, Jorginho diz que Carminha arruinou sua vida. Ele revela que a megera o abandonou no lixão e conta que ela é sua mãe biológica. Já Carminha finge um desmaio e é levada do local por Tufão e Leleco.

(Aff..mas esse Tufão é um besta, hein? Quando ele vai descobrir a mulher que tem? rsrsrs)

Cadinho vai ser desmascarado em Avenida Brasil

A vida de Cadinho (Alexandre Borges) vai se complicar ainda mais nos próximos capítulos de "Avenida Brasil".  O empresário tentará impedir o casamento entre Alexia (Carolina Ferraz) e Ruy (Lui Strassburgues) e acaba preso.

Além disso, Noêmia (Camila Morgado) e Verônica (Débora Bloch) vão descobrir que são casadas com ele e lhe darão uma surra.

Durante a cerimônia de casamento de Alexia, o padre pergunta se há alguém que saiba de algo que possa impedir a união. "Ela é casada com meu marido", diz Verônica invadindo o casamento. "Com o meu marido também", completa Noêmia.


Alexia tenta fazer com que o padre finalize a união dela com Ruy, mas não tem sucesso. Arrasada, ela se vinga da dupla. Ao encontrar com as outras mulheres fora da festa, Alexia dispara e revela tudo aos risos: "Tô rindo é por vocês ainda não terem descoberto que o seu marido e o seu marido são a mesmíssima pessoa! A cretina aqui não sou eu, querida, são as duas patetas que não sabiam até hoje que o Cadinho e o Dudu são a mesma pessoa, o Carlos Eduardo".

Noêmia e Verônica escutam tudo chocadas. "Por que será que ele não gosta de aparecer em fotografia: pra não ser reconhecido! Ah, tinha que tirar uma foto da cara de vocês, agora! Quem mandou tentar me destruir? Meu casamento naufragou, mas eu trouxe vocês pro fundo, comigo, queridas! Tchau, tchau! Agora vocês que durmam com esse barulho!", finaliza Alexia.

No outro dia, a dupla descobre que Cadinho foi preso e decidem ir à delegacia. Chegando ao local, Verônica vai de encontro ao marido. Confira trecho do diálogo: Cadinho ao ver Verônica - "Você é a única mulher da minha vida" Verônica - Ah, é? Então queria que você repetisse isso na frente de outra pessoa que veio te visitar. Noêmia entra deixando o empresário de boca aberta. Sem saída, Cadinho confessa que é casado com as duas e afirma que Alexia o entregou por vingança. Irritadas, as duas partem para cima dele e o estapeiam.

Sem ter pra onde ir, Cadinho tentará ficar muito tempo na prisão, mas acabará sendo solto alguns dias depois após Jimmy (Felipe Abib) ter pago a fiança. Na rua, ele vai atrás de Noêmia, que vai se vingar do empresário.
Na casa dela, o mulherengo vai tomar um banho enquanto ela faz uma mala e rasga todas as roupas dele. Noêmia ainda tira todo o dinheiro e cartões de crédito, deixando Cadinho liso. Quando ele termina o banho, ela ordena que o empresário vá embora de casa.
Desesperado, ele segue para a casa de Verônica, que será inclemente. O momento mais crítico de Cadinho acontece quando ele abre a carteira e não tem 10 reais para pagar o táxi.
Ao abrir a mala, na tentativa de encontrar algum objeto de valor, ele percebe que não tem nada.
"Diz se uma mulher pode fazer isso com o homem?! Até as cuecas! Tá tudo destruído. fica com a mala! Uma mala boa, ó, rodinha, vira 360 graus", diz ele para o taxista, desesperado. Porém, o profissional fica com pena de Cadinho e dispensa o pagamento da corrida.

Uahuahuahauh! Toma, Cadinho!