Update on Alamo Drafthouse Cinema–They’re Really Coming to Manhattan!

Alamo MetroIn the past year I’ve blogged twice about the announcement and expectation that Austin-based Alamo Drafthouse Cinema is really going to renovate the Metro theater in my Manhattan neighborhood and show movies there. However, despite press releases from Alamo that I’ve cited in my coverage, there’d been no sign of progress, leaving myself and others in the area unsure if it’s really going to happen. Finally, a banner on the old marquee I spotted the other day (pictured at the left) seems to make their plans clear at last: They’ll be opening in 2014. Here’s what I wrote about Alamo last summer:

[They’ve] begun seeking the city permits required to begin gutting the interior and renovating the space to accommodate the five screens and viewing spaces they envision for the theater which first opened to the public in 1933. For readers unfamiliar with the site, the classic Art Deco marquee–[seen below] in a photograph and below in a painting by my wife Kyle Gallup–has landmark status and will be preserved as is, though the interior has no similar exemption. I’m very pleased with this news, and look forward to having them in the neighborhood, perhaps in 2013, or the next year.
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Celebrating the Year’s Best Books with the National Book Critics Circle

March 6 Update: Pleased to see that the NBCC blog Critical Mass has included my coverage of their annual awards in their latest news round-up.

1 Full programAfter the superb readings from 21 finalists on Wednesday night, the NBCC awards ceremony Thursday night was an inspiring close to the week of literary observances. On the earlier evening, more than 2/3 of the thirty nominated books were represented, while oddly, it turned out last night that of the six final recipients, only two of the authors were in the house to acknowledge the recognition. It was just the luck of the draw that four of the winners were unable to attend. Most of the audience, myself included, had read less than a handful of the finalists, whereas the NBCC critics, amazingly, read all the finalists. Each year that I attend their events I am struck again by their industry and their devotion to the critical enterprise.

The first two awards were announced prior to the ceremony. These were:

Nona Balakian Citation for Excellence in Reviewing: Recipient William Deresiewicz gave a lovely acceptance speech about criticism. He observed that critics have always drawn the enmity of artists and that criticism seems always called upon to justify its existence. He invoked Waiting for Godot, where the worst insult that Estragon can fling at Vladimir is “critic.” He quoted Stravinsky’s turnabout of Voltaire’s  ode to free speech, “What a reviewer said may be inconsequential, what I protest is his right to say it.” Throughout his talk, Deresiewicz reflected on the seclusion of writing about books, which nonetheless contrasts with the mutuality of reading them, in which we animate or re-animate the author’s work. Citing the New Yorker‘s Arlene Croce, his most affecting line was, “If art gives voice to our experience of life, criticism gives voice to our experience of art.”

Ivan Sandrof Lifetime Achievement Award: Sandra Gilbert and Susan Gubar, authors of The Madwoman in the Attic: The Woman Writer and the Nineteenth-Century Literary Imagination (1979) and editors of the Norton Anthology of Literature by Women, and a host of other trailblazing books. Gilbert and Gubar, though unable to attend, had each filmed splendid presentations that were screened for the audience at the New School, and can be viewed via this youtube link.

These were the awards in the NBCC’s six book categories:

Poetry: At the reading on Night One, of the three poets who read I had particularly enjoyed David Ferry’s reading from Bewilderment and A.E. Stallings’ rhymed poems from Olives. On Thursday night we learned from chair of the poetry panel David Biespiel that D.A. Powell’s Useless Landscape, or A Guide for Boys, published by Graywolf Press, was the top choice. Powell was not present, so his editor Jeffrey Shotts went to the podium and read a brief statement from the poet. It happened that Shotts and I had met the night before over drinks at Cafe Loup, and so were seated together in a row near the front of the auditorium as the awards began. Just before the event kicked off, Jeff told me that he might need to sneak past me if his author won. When the moment came, I clapped him on the back and let him out of our row.

Criticism: Like all the categories, this one was filled with standout titles. At the reading, Paul Elie, (Reinventing Bach), had read a fascinating passage about the blockbuster album of 1968, “Switched-on Bach,” for which Walter Carlos had played Bach on the recently invented moog synthesizer. Elie quoted Glenn Gould on the fusion of Bach and the new electronic instrument, where the Canadian pianist heard an ideal match. Gould relished the moog’s absence of vibrato and inflection, which I imagine probably had an aural quality for him akin to a harpsichord. Kevin Young (The Grey Album: On the Blackness of Blackness) read a passage about rappers and love songs, which fascinatingly play against type. The winner was Stranger Magic: Charmed States and the Arabian Nights by Marina Warner who was at home in England. Unfortunately, no one was present from her publisher Harvard University Press to accept the award.

Autobiography: On Wednesday night finalists Rena Grande (The Distance Between Us, a memoir of her Mexican family’s passage in to the United States) and Maureen N. McLane (My Poets, on the role of Gertrude Stein and Elizabeth Bishop in her reading life) had each read brilliantly. Likewise, an emotional moment came when George Hodgman, longtime editor for the late journalist Anthony Shadid read a moving passage from  House of Stone: A Memoir of Home, Family, and a Lost Middle East. The panel for this prize gave their nod to Swimming Studies by Leanne Shapton, who we learned has recently had a baby. Her publisher, David Rosenthal of Blue Rider Press, accepted in her place.

Biography: Wednesday night I had been enchanted by finalist Tom Reiss’s reading from The Black Count: Glory, Revolution, Betrayal, and the Real Count of Monte Cristo, a biography of novelist Alexander Dumas’ father. I had not known of the fascinating life led by Dumas pere, and I very much enjoyed later meeting and talking with him. And yet, it was hardly a surprise that the award was bestowed on Robert Caro for The Passage of Power: The Years of Lyndon Johnson, the fourth volume in his epic work on the 36th president. Kathy Hourigan of Knopf, accepted for Caro who had been prevented from attending because of an earlier scheduled speech.

Nonfiction: While all the categories were filled with extremely strong books, this category took the ribbon for some of the most amazing books of all, as a glance at the program below will confirm for you, too. Seated near me were Andrew Solomon, author Far From the Tree: Parents, Children, and the Search for Identity, and his editor Nan Graham of Scribner.  It was a pretty electric moment when Andrew’s book was given the award. He got a big laugh when reaching the podium he remarked with wit worthy of Oscar Wilde, “It’s obviously very unfashionable to show up. I hope you won’t think less of me for actually being here.”  The audience was plainly very glad for him, as was I.

Fiction: In this category, everyone who came for the readings the night before had been wowed by the regal Zadie Smith’s inspired animation of her own work, when like a ventriloquist she had given voice to her array of  characters in a gritty scene from a London park. The recipient of the award turned out to be Ben Fountain for Billy Lynn’s Long Halftime Walk. Fountain gave a moving talk. Along with thanking his agent Heather Schroeder of ICM, and staff at Ecco Books, his publisher, he acknowledged all the writers who’d been finalists, observing that “We’re all on the same team . .  on the team of beauty, truth, justice, love–all the corny reasons why we got in to this line of work. Let’s just keep remembering that.” He closed by thanking his family for their love and commented starkly “without that love I’d be lying in a ditch somewhere.”

With that the program ended, and many in the audience walked a block uptown to continue their conversations and celebrate at a jubilant reception benefiting the NBCC. You can view the program hear on my site in the window below. You may also view and listen to interviews that were done with all the finalists by students at the New School Graduate Writing Program, hosted at this site and co-sponsored by the NBCC and the New School. To begin, just click on one of the NBCC’s six nomination categories. I will add that if you love books and criticism, you can become a friend of the NBCC by joining the organization as an associate (non-voting) member. I relish my status as a friend of the NBCC. Likewise, if you live in NYC, or will be here visiting next year when they hold their annual readings and awards ceremony, I urge you to attend. Remarkably, the events are free of charge and open to the public. The only event for which there’s a cost is the benefit reception. You can find more information at the NBCC website, bookcritics.org. I invite you also to view the pictures I took, below the video window, and read about the night of readings, at this link, where I’ve posted another 20 photos.

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NBCC Finalists Read from Their Books

P1040029NBCC photoThis week brings the annual awards from the National Book Critics Circle (NBCC). The ceremony, to be held tonight, Thursday, Feb. 28, was preceded last night by a program in which more than 20 of the finalists read from their work. I’ll be going back to the New School tonight for the finale. Meantime, you can check out the finalists at this feature on galleycat.com, where they’ve assembled samples from all the honored titles. You may also peruse the program from last night listing all the readers and their books. Here too are the photos I took, such as this one of the elegant Zadie Smith, many of which show the author and their book cover projected alongside. I will post again after the ceremony tonight.
Saturday Update: The NBCC has now posted video of the readings night on their website:

 

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“Oh, No, Google, Don’t Pull a Hiring Bait & Switch!”

Despite the wording of the above tweet @GoogleLocalNYC is not really hiring, and it’s very unfortunate they’re making this claim anywhere, particularly in social media. Having been selected as a Google NYC Neighbor last spring, and after hearing a lot about community managers the past few days during NYC’s annual Social Media Week, it struck me this could be a position I’d be good at, so I clicked on their link, only to discover that while there are indeed positions to be filled, Google isn’t really doing the hiring. This is the first thing to be read when you visit the site with hiring info.

Important Notes:
Most positions are Temporary, Contract roles ( ~6 months to begin), hired via 3rd-Party staffing agency (i.e., not working directly for Google). We cannot make any guarantees about full-time Google employment opportunities at the conclusion of the Temporary contract, however the Local CM team is a great way to grow your career.

I find this a classic bait & switch, HR-style, contrasted with the literal message of the tweet. I note also that their final sentence, extolling the virtues of this experience for prospects,even though you may not end up working full-time at Google, is the arrogance that many hiring mangers display nowadays. The implicit message is

“Just remember–you’re lucky to have any work at all.”

I know it’s a hirer’s market, with job-seekers lacking leverage, but is it too much to expect that dishonesty–or at best, or carelessness–be banished from corporate hiring practices? The whole thing is unworthy of Google. I hope they take note of my reply, delete their original tweet, and revise any similar messaging they’re putting out. I’ll note it here if they do, and whether I get any kind of reply.

Two NYC Mayors, Falsely Lionized/Part II

Since last October when I wrote about what I view as the false lionization of New York City mayors Bloomberg and Giuliani by much of the national media, I’ve kept an eye out for stories of their conduct in office that underscores the points I made in that post last fall, when I wrote this paragraph:

“As mayor, Rudolph Giuliani was a daily irritant in the city, continually choosing confrontation over conciliation, seldom missing a chance to stoke the embers of urban enmity–between the police and the people; black and white citizens; between Manhattanites and residents in the other boroughs. On and on it went, year after year. When Abner Louima was sodomized by members of the NYPD, a word of apology never crossed that mayor’s lips. The same was true when Amadou Diallo was shot by police. Giuliani picked fights with museums and routinely showed contempt for free speech and free expression. It was like being trapped in a room with an unremittingly argumentative neighbor.”

I go on to say that after 9/11 it was as if national reporters hadn’t ever read one of the reams of story on Rudy’s meanness and divisiveness. Please note, it was often different for many hometown NY-based reporters, who tended to cover his high drama hijinks more honestly. So I perked right up today, when I saw this tweet from NY Times reporter Michael Powell::


 

I’ve now read that story, co-bylined with reporter Ross Buettner, headlined “In Matters Big and Small, Crossing Giuliani Had a Price,” in which they reported on the mayor’s vindictiveness in striking back at people he considered his enemies. As stated in the tweet, one of the people against whom Giuliani unleashed one of his many vendettas was Richard Murphy, whose recent death, marked this week by a NYT obituary, probably prompted Powell to tweet about the still pertinent article, a litany of abuse of power and petty payback in which Giuliani administration officials painted Mr. Murphy–formerly a youth services advocate in the administration of Mayor Dinkins, preceding Guliani–as corrupt, though there was no basis for this insinuation. They even bad-mouthed him to a prospective employer in California, a job he then wasn’t offered. From the 2008 article:

“I was soiled merchandise—the taint just lingers,’ Mr. Murphy said in a recent interview. Not long after, a major foundation recruited Mr. Murphy to work on the West Coast. The group wanted him to replicate his much-honored concept of opening schools at night as community centers. A senior Giuliani official called the foundation—a move a former mayoral official confirmed on the condition of anonymity for fear of embarrassing the organization—and the prospective job disappeared. ‘He goes to people and makes them complicit in his revenge,’ Mr. Murphy said.”

As for Mayor Bloomberg, even while supporting some of his initiatives, such as his advocacy of stricter gun regulations and the installation of more bike lanes around the city, his anti-democratic hubris in arranging city law to permit himself a third term continues to place him under a cloud. His State of the City address last week was a model of Bloombergian megalomania, with the Brooklyn Nets cheerleaders dancing before he took to the podium, where pennants and balloons festooned the Barclays Center. The colossally nervy message of his speech, according to this Feb. 13 NYT article, was that after he leaves his office, the city may be taken over by special interests, as if we’ve been free of them the past decade he’s held office.

“In an unabashed and relentless tribute to his own municipal stewardship, Mayor Michael R. Bloomberg on Thursday declared victory over 12 years of ‘obstructionists’ and ‘naysayers’ who sought to block his vision for New York City, and warned that an era of political independence might leave City Hall when he did. From the floor of the Barclays Center in Brooklyn—itself a monument to his ambitious and controversial development agenda—Mr. Bloomberg delivered his final State of the City address with a vow not to retreat into a state of ribbon-cutting resignation. . . . ‘The special interests and campaign donors have never had less power than they’ve had over the past 11 years,’ he said, alluding to his ability, because of his personal wealth, to refuse campaign donations. ‘And this year, we’re going to show them just how true that is . . . . ‘Given all the politics and special interests, if we don’t do it this year, it may never get done,’ he said of his proposed rezoning plan for the area around Grand Central Terminal, intended to encourage the construction of modern towers.”

So, a mayor who’s been a ceaseless proponent of ever-more development and an ally of to real estate interests, claims the city may suffer once his stewardship ends. To this malarkey, I echo these comments, quoted in the story on the Barclays Center extravaganz:

“’He still doesn’t understand that the city was here before him and will be here after he leaves,’ said Bill de Blasio, the public advocate and a Democratic candidate for mayor. ‘I heard a lot of creating temples to his greatness.’”

While I believe that the media have often contributed to the false lionization of these mayors, I am grateful to reporters Powell and Buettner, and the Timesmen who wrote the story on the State of the City speech, Michael M. Grynbaum and Michael Barbaro.

A Nasty Legacy of Superstorm Sandy

Cara Buckley’s New York Times story will make you squirm, including its dreadful detail on a basement one exterminator goes to work in, where others of his professional ilk had refused the job, so overrun with vermin was it.

Feting Michael Jacobs, a Publishing Friend of Many Years, for a Good Cause

Michael Jacobs program 4Last Thursday night the publishing industry finally had a chance to celebrate the career of Michael Jacobs, currently head of Abrams, who earlier had successful tenures at Scholastic, Simon & Schuster and Viking Penguin. I write “finally” because the event feting Michael–which was also designed to give his friends and colleagues the chance to contribute money for the good work of Goddard Riverside Community Center, a key provider of social services on the west side of Manhattan–was originally scheduled for Monday, October 29th, the night that Superstorm Sandy hit NYC.

In the aftermath of the devastating storm, I, and none of the friends I had been hoping to see that night, were sure that the event would be rescheduled. But just before Christmas it was announced the benefit would still be held, on January 31st. I was pleased, as many were, that we’d still have the chance to formally toast the honoree. On a side note, I picked up something interesting about event planning in NYC, and which may have pertained in this instance. A friend who seemed knowledgeable indicated that because the mayor’s office had officially shut the city down on the Sunday–shuttering subways and announcing school closures, all well in advance of the storm’s arrival–the bond that had been taken out on the event, the insurance against last-minute cancellation of it–did not have to be paid, at least not in full. The venue, Capitale on Bowery near Grand Street, never had to unlock its doors or turn on the lights, the caterer didn’t have to prepare a canape or uncork a bottle of wine, and the waitstaff didn’t have to don their livery and report for work. Thus, it seems that financial sacrifices for all parties were minimized and a make-up date could be scheduled, with donors’ contributions all going toward the benefit of Goddard Riverside, such a valuable community resource.

Capitale is a grand venue–a former bank–designed by architect Stanford White.*  The high, vaulted space looks like it could have been the set for a depression-era film, such as “American Madness,” where Walter Huston plays a bank president trying to avert a crippling ‘run’ on his institution. The evening began with a cocktail hour, where almost 500 guests began assembling right at the opening time of 6 PM. Even in this huge space it became cramped quickly, making it a challenge to get around and say hello to the friends and familiar faces one hadn’t seen in a long time. Still, it was very convivial, even shoulder to shoulder, elbow to elbow, all at close quarters. I just wouldn’t have wanted to be one of the waiters serving those canapes. I saw Michael Jacobs and told him how glad I was this event was at last coming off. He was beaming. As with many people I know in the book business, I met Michael, then with Viking, sometime between 1978-85 when with my family I ran Undercover Books, a 3-store chain of indie bookstores in Cleveland, Ohio. Abrams was then known for publishing the most opulently printed art and coffee table books, and our store did great business with their whole list. The company has changed a lot since, but Abrams remains one of the finest publishers of illustrated books, along with childrens’ books and a range of nonfiction.

Around 7:00 we were asked to head through a curtain dividing the room and find our tables. I was at #37–a prime number, I thought–at a table put together by my friend, longtime rights maven, publisher, and agent, Mildred Marmur.** The program portion of the evening kicked off with an amusing short film made by Michael’s exceptional executive assistant, Merle Brown, with a crew made up of family members of hers. It was a scenario where Merle, as dinner benefit wrangler ‘stalks’ Chronicle Books president, Jack Jensen, to enroll his support. Jack continually dodges her and pleads with her to leave him alone. It was quite funny, with Merle speaking directly to the camera at points, feigning fatigue from chasing Jack all over, in apartment building lobbies, at an airport, and on the street. When it ended Merle introduced Jack, who quickly assured us he wasn’t really reluctant to be feting his good friend Michael. He and Michael had gotten to know each other around 1980, when they roomed together. Jack was followed by a number of speakers, including Abrams author Jeff Kinney, creator of the Diary of a Wimpy Kid series. Kinney explained how glad he was when Michael and he had capitalized on the launch of Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Cabin Fever in 2011 to benefit programs at Goddard Riverside. The materials handed out to guests included Goddard Riverside’s annual report for 2011, from which I learn that the Center’s roots reach back to the settlement house movement of the 19th century, in their case to 1887. Their annual budget is more than $20 million, supporting a day care center in a brownstone; a mobile mental health unit; a residence for low-income adults; and a center devoted to training college counseling professionals all over the city. There is also their signature book industry event, the annual holiday book fair, to which publishers contribute thousands of books, drawing New Yorkers every year.

Amid the remarks, salad, dinner and dessert were served and eaten. The program concluded when Michael was introduced by JP Leventhal, of Black Dog & Leventhal Publishers, and he took to the podium. It was a warm talk, full of affection for the book business that’s given him his career, and fondness for the many people who’ve befriended him along the way, especially for the folks who’d organized the dinner, even after its near-cancellation. He thanked lots of people by name, told us that more than $600,000 had been raised for Goddard Riverside, gave shout-outs to his family, and closed by reading a Wallace Stevens poem.

In a long line to retrieve my coat and bag, I found myself waiting with Penguin editor-in-chief Kathryn Court, and Elliott Figman, executive director of Poets & Writers, whom I had never met before, though I enjoy his magazine. The three of us discussed how Sandy had displaced us to varying extents. I was tickled to learn that Elliott, who went to Oberlin College, clearly remembered Robert Fuller, now my author client, who was president of Oberlin for 4 years.  We enjoyed meeting and agreed to talk again another time.

It was a great night for Michael Jacobs, and a grand night for publishing, affirming once again that the book business is still a collegial world, filled with people who care for one another, and for their city.

*I recall that the ill-fated White was played by Norman Mailer in Ragtime, the 1981 movie adapted from E.L. Doctorow’s historico-literary novel. The plot covered, in part, the murder of White by Harry Thaw, who was jealous of White’s affair with his wife Evelyn Nesbit, played by Elizabeth McGovern, nowadays playing Cora in “Downton Abbey.”

**In 1975, while Marmur was Director of Subsidiary Rights at Random House, the company published Ragtime in hardcover. She auctioned the rights to Doctorow’s novel to Bantam, for what was then the largest deal ever made for a paperback reprint of a literary novel, $1,850.000.

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The Arkells’ Great Show in NYC Jan. 9

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Hanging w/Max Kerman, charismatic lead singer of the Arkells, after the band’s great live show in NYC Jan. 9, Webster Hall. Please click here to see four more photos from their show.