Archive for July, 2009

“Gosh, I could do with a bathe”

At the Guardian, John Mullan lists ten of the best literary swimming scenes!

(Hmmm, I am thinking he has not read Andre Aciman's Call Me By Your Name, or it would be there too...)

In a happy development, I received a copy of the Folio Society edition of The Go-Between as a birthday present - time for a re-read, I think...

(Aciman alert: Eight White Nights: A Novel will be published in February 2010, certainly on my list of most desired things....)

(Oh, I stopped by the office today to take care of several mundane and long-overdue administrative tasks and discovered several things in my mailbox of UTTER DELIGHTFULNESS - namely, new books by Charlie Williams and Peter Temple - if I have self-control, I will save them for the Caymanian interlude that begins next Thursday, but they may prove IRRESISTIBLE!)

Put Down that Web, You Middlebrow Titan!

Atlas Sepia<em>, by Kurt Christensen</em>

Atlas Sepia, by Kurt Christensen

A COLLEGE WHERE I do a bit of teaching just sent me an email announcing the formation of a “social media working group” whose job it is to “research, suggest, and implement strategies and best practices” and “organize a system for maintaining (the college’s) social media presence and content.”

Higher education, like the mainstream media, is frankly desperate to extend their dominion in the social networking space. Like their corporate peers, they’ve been eager to colonize the flourishing Internet at each phase of its development, and now is no exception. It’s hardly novel of me to say that along the way they’re killing everything that makes networked communication a worthwhile cultural force.

At first blush, it seems as if they’re right to fear the evolution of the Internet. At its ever-adapting edge, its energies and structures are fundamentally opposed to the hierarchized world of middlebrow knowledge and opinion that is the dark matter of the institutional, incorporated way of life. That’s why it’s so dispiriting that to date these shifting technologies have proven amenable to middlebrow domestication at every turn—and the social media are proving no different.

I’m no advocate of censorship; these media should be used in every possible way. But when I use Twitter and other social media, I’m seeking a dialogue with individual minds, not corporate interests. Friending or following major-media news shows, accredited colleges, and corporate philanthropies is not dialogue in any true sense of the word.

In a thriving networked culture, it should be possible not merely to complement but to replace institutions and corporations with commons-native constellations of intelligence. The mainstream media quakes before the ever-multiplying range of news-gathering alternatives. In the intellectual world, the Infinite Summer—a massively distributed endeavor to collectively read and discuss the late novelist David Foster Wallace’s magnum opus Infinite Jest—is proving the power of social media to build loosely-structured networks of brains to replace the medieval legacy of colleges, faculties, and curricula.

But the middlebrow institutions—Titans of modernity’s prior imperium—keep getting in the way. Do not friend them; do not follow.

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Outback Steakhouse with the alphabetical epicures


CJ and I joined the Eating in Madison A to Z crew again last month on a trip to the Outback Steakhouse, capping off a Father’s Day afternoon spent at Vitense Golfland.  Three and a half is too young for miniature golf, it turns out, but just right for Outback Steakhouse.

Friday Face-Offs: “Kids” — WINNER!

We have a winner! Holy shit, does anything get set off very hard in this video? HOOOOOLY SHIT, do some kids get pretty sad at 0:43? Make sure you see the big kid in the black t-shirt jump in the air, because that’ll make you feel a low amount of energy.

Couple more things: I’m not sure this room is large enough. Is it huge enough? Hmm, seems pretty cramped in there. The room is so small and acoustically dead, it’s making the band sound weak. Really weak.

Also, what kind of assembly is this? Kids running around every which way? It’s like total chaos! At one point I was thinking, “Is this a school that’s run by kids because they murdered all the teachers and parents and now this is just a regular day for them?”

Okay, but my three favorite things are:

1. Notice how sad the drummer is at 2:30, and how much he hates this song, and how disappointed he is that he’s playing this song to the adoring screams of his peers … basically, how much he’s hating life when they come back into the chorus. THIS PROVES THAT DRUMS ARE THE BEST INSTRUMENT.

2. Basically, everything from 3:04 on makes me pretty glum, LOL. Especially right after the build-up, if you can find the big kid in the black t-shirt again, and watch his/her reaction to the final chorus, you’ll be really sad and you’ll be frowning and like, “Boo-hoo, I’m so sad I’m watching this video right now.”

3. Okay, but really the best thing? Check out the drummer at the end of the song. Mission motherfucking Accomplished much? And then, if you notice the second person to hug the drummer, you’re basically gonna feel like you just read the greatest short story of all time.

FRIDAY FACE-OFFS! Get that Vitamin FFO!

Have a nice weekend.

Friday Face-Offs: “Kids” – 2nd Place TIE!

Somebody tell Matt Drudge to fire up the “Hysteria-Siren” gifs! We have two second place winners this week!

First second place:

Bass tone of the year! Everyone in the comments is asking this guy how he got such a good bass sound. Damn it sounds good.

Second second place:

What can I say? If you’ve ever wanted to watch a gelfling-starchild perform “Kids” on her mini-keyboard from the future while hiding out in a record-store basement(?), then you’re pretty psyched right now. I am counting the days until we hear this young woman in an iPod commercial.

Friday Face-Offs! More refreshing than juice, more intoxicating than wine. TAKE ONLY WHAT YOU NEED FROM IT.

Winning video is next … get ready for sadness … you’re gonna be pretty sad when you see the next video … hope you’re ready to see a drummer who’s really unhappy

Technological entitlement

Having just visited, last week, the spot where the Wright brothers made the first flight a mere 106 years ago, I was especially struck by this rant about Americans' growing, and annoying, sense of technological entitlement, by the comedian Louis C.K. He recounts sitting next to a guy on an airplane who got royally peeved when the newly installed plane-based Wi-Fi service conked out, mid-flight: "How quickly the world owes him something he knew existed only 10 seconds ago."

Friday Face-Offs: “Kids” – 3rd Place

When you finally climb to the top of the mountain, this is what you see:

He actually made the song more melancholy. I love it! Again, this is when I start wondering what the definition of a mode is. Is his melody in a different mode from the original melody? Forget about what key it’s in, I think the mode is different, too. Right? Are we dealing with a Hungarian Dorian(?) mode? Jesus, I got all these people reading my web site, can someone just tell me what a mode is, in ten words or less? I think that will open up Friday Face-Off analysis to a new level where we can get Alex Ross to write an article about Friday Face-Offs.

Also, does anyone know where I can buy a nice tall Orange-Pineapple Burstberry Wheatgrass Smoothie with extra Choco-Yogurt? I’m really craving one of those right now. (The more expensive, the better, please.)

(BONUS “Double Nickels on the Dime” funtoid: If you listen closely to the bass on “My Heart and the Real World,” you’ll hear that Mike Watt is actually playing in morse code. The message is: “I would never drive my Lamborghini Jalpa V8 without Pirelli tires.” Yes, it’s true, Mike Watt was sponsored by Pirelli tires and used Pirelli tires exclusively on all his exotic Italian sports cars. In fact, Pirelli sponsored multiple SST artists in their bid to lock in the Southern-Californian-punk-rocker-Italian-exotic-car-enthusiast market. Why do you think that when you play Saccharine Trust’s hit single “We Became Snakes” backwards, you can hear Jack Brewer chanting “Pirelli, Pirelli, they a-make the finest tires” in a fake Italian accent?) And now you know the rest of the story …

Friday Face-Offs: “Kids” – 4th Place

The only rule is that if you start watching this video, you have to watch all of it.

This is what Thomas Friedman is like when he’s writing a column:

Can’t you see Friedman stumbling around and dancing and posing while weird, out-of-tune guitar noodling fills his office and random words flow into his mind: “The world is flat …” “Green is the new red white and blue …” “Take only what you need from it …”

Then he runs downstairs to look at his dog for some reason (2:45), then sprints back up to his office just in time to make deadline!

Speaking of which, did you see Thomas Friedman’s latest column? It’s pretty great. It makes a lot of sense and I could really, really understand what he was talking about.

Friday Face-Offs: “Kids” – 5th Place

Ignore the guy in the hat who’s so into everything and just focus on how goddamn good that parking garage sounds:

If you had a tough week and decided to drive to the mall for a late movie, and then the movie sorta sucked, but you sat through the closing credits because you had nothing else to do, and then you stumbled out of the movie theatre and took the elevator down to the lower level and started looking for your car and you couldn’t remember where you parked your stupid car and then you heard these guys’ voices echoing in some distant corner of the garage, you would forget about finding your car.

You would stagger around until you found these guys and then fall to your knees and start weeping and smoking drugs and rolling around on the floor and singing along and thinking you were in a dream.

This is the best version for getting into that weird lyric: “A family of trees wanted / to be haunted.” What does that mean? Is that about the Sierra Club?

BONUS:

If that version was too maudlin, here’s the antidote. Pretty sweet remix:

hello from poxboro!

I’m at my sister’s house today, chilling out and preparing for attending a friend’s wedding tomorrow. My local thrift store was having a 90% off sale (not a typo) and so, since none of my fancy clothes fit me, I got a dress and shoes and a few shirts for Jim (if he wanted them) as well as a little purse-thing (all I have are messenger bags) another skirt and a light sweater, all for $6.19. It is hard to have to leave the 1950s sometimes….

Last time I was down here, I wanted to grab a gyro on my way in to town. I knew there was a pizza place that I liked but I couldn’t remember what it was called. A quick aside, when I grew up, Boxboro was sort of teeny. It didn’t have its own post office and you’d tell people where you were from and they’d say “Foxboro?” “No, Boxboro.” “Boxford?” “No!” People had yellow t-shirts made that said “Boxborough with a [picture of a bumblebee]”

Now the town is a little bigger and more people live here and more people have heard of it. The town has a post office and a website even if we can’t all agree on how to spell it. However, there are still problems. My default “How do I find this business?” option is to call Google 411. You say the business name and the city/state and not only will it look up the number (for free) it will connect you (for free). You can even just say a business type like “pizza” or “taxi” and it will give you the top listings. It uses voice recognition, no humans, and it works pretty much all the time. Except for Boxboro.

I called and said “Pizza. Boxboro Massachusetts.” It repeated what I said “Pizza. Foxboro Massachusetts. I’ll connect you, or say ’start over’” “Start over.” I tried this a few times figuring this was just the voice recognition machine getting used to or possibly learning different voices. However, no matter how hard I stressed the B, it kept hearing F. I had some time to kill so I went through the entire alphabet of letters “Soxboro Massachusetts…. Start over… Toxboro Massachusetts… Start over…” Sometimes I’d get Foxboro, sometimes I’d get something else, never would I get the actual town. I finally just punted and asked for “Pizza. Acton Massachusetts.” And got Bravo Pizza in the top set of listings.

When I heard them say the name of the town in the listing, it sounded a lot like box-burr-OH which isn’t that far off so I’m not sure what the problem is. I’m not sure if this is something that I care about enough to start a whole “hey fix this!” campaign especially because I know right now it would likely be futile, but it’s just one more tiny ignominy about living in smalltown America while Big Tech makes awesome tools that only sort of work here.

John Quincy Adams: Twitterer

Those of us who think modern bloggers and Twitterers have taken self-chronicling (or self-absorption) to new heights (or depths) might consider the case of John Quincy Adams, the sixth president of the United States. Over 69 years, Quincy Adams filled 51 volumes with diaristic entries, and he was frequently juggling several diaries. One included lengthy entries, another shorter musings, and a third summed up his day in telegraphic style. Examples from the tersest diary include the following: January 1, 1795: "Thursday. The Hague. Attended the Stadtholder's Court. Paid official New Years day visits." 12 October 1800: "My cough getting better. Walk round the Walls. Reading Amadis de Gaulis. Tedious." 22 November 1831: "Thunder and Snow. Letter on Imprisonment for debt. Reading on Masonry." Reading on masonry! A few months ago, a student touring the Massachusetts Historical Society observed, upon hearing of these entries, "It's like he's using Twitter." "That got the wheels spinning" at the society, wrote Jeremy Dibble, a librarian there, on its official blog, The Beehive, this week. The results of their brainstorming? the historical society plans to launch a John Quincy Adams Twitter feed next week ...

Friday Face-Offs: “Kids” – 6th Place

Is this the most international video ever made? We got the one guy playing the doumbek, the other guy wearing the keffiyeh (Palestinian terror-scarf-thing), two Spanish-flamenco style guitarists, all going down in the middle of the night in front of a scale model of the Berlin Wall … goddamn, they should just shut down the Olympics and instead broadcast this video for two weeks straight every four years.

Also? The one girl is using a water bottle as a maraca. That’s fifty times more exciting than anything I have ever seen at the Olympics, ever. Michael Phelps? Yawn city– get back to me when you’re holding down the beat with a half-empty Poland Spring bottle.

Another exciting thing happens at 2:55 when the resident musical genius uses a kazoo as a drum fill. That is some deep musicological shit that everyone needs to start biting ASAP!!!

When I was in college and I did the whole “travel around Europe and meet strangers and hang out on the ground in the middle of the night,” I don’t remember ever getting into a “jam sesh” like this. My loss. We could’ve rocked “Two Princes” by the Spin Doctors, I think that was the hot song back then.

(BONUS “Double Nickels on the Dime” funtoid: The classic “Political Song for Michael Jackson to Sing” was originally titled “Political Song for Jermaine Jackson to Sing,” but when SST Records sent the lyrics over to Neverland for approval, Jermaine refused to sign for the FedEx package, because it smelled like Henry Rollins’ bike shorts. AND THE REST IS HISTORY …)

Disambiguations for Summer 2009

I. At last: A new New-York Ghost! Yes...it is the summer issue...Jen Snow told me she read it on her iPhone. Features a lengthy narrative and some jaw-droppingly great Jing Wei art.

II. From Jenny D—a nice bit of nomen-omening (NYT):
Air-conditioner sales at J. Eis & Sons on the Lower East Side are down almost 50 percent.

“It’s just not that hot,” said Lenny Eis (pronounced ice), the owner.

III. I'm at a library and I just peered around a desk at the room beyond a set of French doors—except it was a mirror, and the dude in the gray shirt was me. It's like an H.P. Lovecraft story!

IV. Disambiguation (did you notice I changed the name of this blog??) is taking a break till late August! "Keep cool."

xoxo,
Gossip Ed

Socialized Medicine! Time To Strike!

If you support horrible socialized medicine where every doctor has to take the Communist Pledge and they ration health care so only poor people and blacks are allowed to be healthy, then today is your day to call Congress and demand a robust public option!!!

Socialists, our time is now! Let’s do this!!!

Click here to begin the revolution.

(Seriously, I made a few calls. It’s not that bad. Better than using the Emergency Room as your primary care physician, at least.)

Metal Boot

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[The auction for this Significant Object, with story by Bruce Sterling, has ended. Original price: $3. Final price: $86.]

In early 1861, before the Union blockade closed the port of New Orleans, four ships arrived from distant Naples. They bore eight hundred and eighty-four Italians, soldiers under the command of a little-known Louisiana adventurer: Captain (later Major) Chatham Roberdeau Wheat.

Captain Wheat and his troops abandoned their ships in port. They promptly enlisted in the new-formed Confederate Army. Wheat’s exiles formed the core of the 10th Louisiana Infantry Regiment. They came to be known as the “Louisiana Tigers.” These exiled Italians fought bravely through some of the bloodiest combats of the American Civil War. Simple, superstitious men from rural Southern Italy, most of them had never seen modern rifles, railroads, artillery or even printed newspapers. In four years of unrelenting, savage struggle, almost all of them were killed. Major Wheat himself fell at the Battle of Cold Harbor, sword in hand.

Yet the men Wheat led to war were — very curious to say — his own sworn enemies.

Giuseppe Garibaldi’s Red Shirts — the famous “One Thousand” — were global wanderers and political exiles. Chatham Roberdeau Wheat, already a battle-hardened adventurer, was a volunteer captain within Garibaldi’s force. In May 1860, arriving on three ships, the Red Shirts boldly invaded Sicily. By methods still somewhat mysterious, this tiny group of armed conspirators overthrew one of the largest armies in Europe.

When Wheat returned from his Italian victory to his native New Orleans, he brought with him eight hundred of the soldiers defeated by Garibaldi. How was this feat possible? These soldiers were Bourbon loyalists from the “Kingdom of Two Sicilies.” Pious and deeply conservative, they despised Garibaldi and they resented Italian unification. We know of no reason for them to love Roberdeau Wheat. Yet these defeated soldiers abandoned their newly unified country. They crossed the Atlantic and fought bitterly to divide America. Why?

Furthermore, it is a stubborn fact that Wheat and his Italians left Naples well before the American Civil War broke out. Four ships, with almost a thousand stateless wanderers, still in their royal Bourbon uniforms, with flags and guns, were at sea before Fort Sumter was fired upon. Again, why?

Historians dismiss Roberdeau Wheat as an obscure adventurer: a mercenary, a Mason, and a mystic. Yet we know that a young Wheat was present in Veracruz, Mexico in November 1845, just before the outbreak of the Mexican-American War and the US naval invasion. We also know that in August 1851, the restless Wheat invaded Cuba with the Narciso-Lopez Expedition. This little-known island invasion — a filibuster by a thousand exiles — failed quickly and bloodily. However, the Narciso-Lopez invasion of Cuba was, tactically, almost identical to Garibaldi’s successful invasion of Sicily, ten years later.

We do not know how Wheat transformed his Italian enemies into his fiercely loyal followers, apparently overnight. We do know, as a historical fact, that Roberdeau Wheat distributed certain tokens to the men, just before they embarked from Naples. Those tokens were small brass boots. Every man who joined the Wheat expedition received one of these boots directly from Roberdeau Wheat’s own hand. The men wore the boots on their persons. What were these tokens, what was their meaning? Some Masonic recognition symbol — perhaps an aid to prayer, chained to a rosary? Given Wheat’s Louisiana origins, they may have been voodoo charms.

The tokens are clearly modeled on some real and actual military boot, a boot hard-worn by much travel. Yet the talismans do not match the boots issued by any known military force. Today we know of four surviving “Tiger Boots,” treasured by Civil War militaria collectors. The rest, of course, are long since lost to history, buried with the men who fell. There can never have been more than one thousand of them. Finally, from a last daguerreotype, we know that Major Chatham Roberdeau Wheat wore boots of precisely this kind. He died in them.

Friday Face-Offs: “Kids” – 7th Place

WHAT IS MAKING THAT SOUND????

Also, is the snare mixed loud enough? I could use more snare. MORE SNARE MORE SNARE ALWAYS MORE SNARE.

I love music.

Friday Face-Offs: “Kids” – 8th Place

Okay, we’re starting off with a pretty standard face-off video. But this kid does a good job with “Kids.”

Also, the video description made me root for the guy:

“it’s my last day with this keyboard (rented) and i really wanted to upload a cover of this song”

Rented keyboard?!?!?!? This makes me want to organize a fundraiser to buy this kid a $50,000,000 keyboard with ten thousand keys and twenty thousand buttons and pre-set sounds and drum beats (although I can’t imagine topping the unstoppable beat he lays down at the start of this video).

Also, I went to his myspace page and learned that when he was younger, he had motherfucking CANCER OF THE EYE, so now he can only see out of one eye. But you know what? He can fuckin’ see that rippin’-ass solo he drops at 3:00, so LOL to cancer, you got served. Jesus Christ, cancer of the eye. What does the eye even have inside of it to get cancer of? Seriously. What will they think of next?

One more thing: Some of the commenters for this video obviously have small crushes on this guy, and one of them writes, “this video should have 32423523452345 view in my opinion…”

LOL, small number of views! When I run that figure through my “big-number-auto-comma-inserter,” I get 32,423,523,452,345 views. I think that many views would be a youtube record. Because it’s more than 32 trillion views.

Anyway, not sure if the video warrants 32 trillion views, but it’s solid and it’s a great way to kick off this week’s FRIDAY FACE-OFFS!!!

(Bonus “Double Nickels on the Dime” funtoid: Each side of the double album starts with the sound of a revving car engine. SIDE 1: Mike Watt’s Lamborghini Countach; SIDE 2: D. Boon’s Aston Martin Lagonda; SIDE 3: George Hurley’s Ferrari 310 GTO; SIDE 4: Ethan James (producer)’s Alpine-Renault A310.)

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Are Bookstores Being Too Censorious With Author Events?

Jennifer Weiner is a best-selling author. And while her latest novel, Best Friends Forever, proved popular enough to hit #1 on the New York Times bestseller list, this didn’t stop a Barnes & Noble bookstore in Framingham, Massachusetts from raising a censorious eyebrow.

Some bookstores have begun instituting informal policies which preclude authors from using four-letter words during a public reading. And even dependable draws like Weiner are being asked to hold their tongues. These developments — reflected most recently in the Weiner case — raise new questions about just how much an author is allowed to get away with in the 21st century and whether bookstore policies that are understandably intended to protect children are going too far.

The trouble for Weiner began when she playfully announced the “potty-mouthed” nature of her Best Friends Forever book tour on Twitter. Shortly after her Philadelphia reading, Weiner later tweeted that she had received a warning:

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Weiner carried on with the Framingham gig without setting off any F-bombs, and applied her saucy language instead to the inscriptions. (After tweeting about the Framingham event, the organizer of a subsequent off-site event in St. Louis encouraged Weiner to be extra raunchy.)

“I can’t imagine it’s a blanket B&N policy,” said Weiner. “I kicked off the Best Friends Forever tour at the Barnes & Noble in Lincoln Triangle in New York City, and I said ‘cock’ like nine times and told a story about a Hitachi Magic Wand, and the manager seemed perfectly okay with it (my poor editor, who brought her parents to the reading, not so much). As much as I’d like to turn this into a ‘corporate stiffs censor freewheeling lady writer because the world hates it when a lady succeeds’ story, I honestly think it was just this one bookstore, that one afternoon, making a not-unreasonable request.”

A list of questions was sent to Mary Ellen Keating, Barnes and Noble’s senior vice president of corporate communication and public affairs. But there was no response. I was able to reach Margaret Moore, the community relations manager of the Framingham store, by phone. But she was extremely nervous, even when I assured her that I was merely determining questions of policy. I did receive a return phone call from Maddie Hjulstrom, a regional community relations manager at Barnes and Noble, who was gracious enough to talk with me.

Hjulstrom informed me that the email had been sent by Moore when Moore had “learned that Ms. Weiner’s language was colorful at her discussions.”

According to Weiner, the Framingham controversy arose out of concerns that the reading area was adjacent to the children’s section and that Weiner’s scheduled reading time — 3:00 PM — would be too early to account for the hallowed ears of tots.

“Because the event was on a Sunday afternoon,” said Weiner, “I think the bookstore managers reasonably expected that there would be kids there, and felt that they could reasonably ask me to tone down the cussing.”

This was confirmed by Hjulstrom, who told me that the objections had to do with the microphone’s close placement to the children’s department and the possibility that Weiner’s amplified words might drift like cigarette smoke into a 1980s restaurant’s nonsmoking section.

“We want to be respectful of young families and children,” said Hjulstrom. “We don’t regulate where children are in our store. At 3:00 PM, it might be a problem.”

Had Barnes & Noble ever received any customer complaints because of an author or a poet using salty language during a reading? Hjulstrom told me that she couldn’t give me an example of the Framingham store having received a single customer complaint, but that the region, as a whole, had received a few complaints.

The Barnes & Noble “no salty language” policy is, according to Hjulstrom, “not a written policy, just common courtesy.” It is something that is determined on a case-by-case basis.

“All we can do is ask,” said Hjulstrom. “We don’t enforce. We don’t kick them out of their store. We just ask them to respect the children who are in the stores.”

I asked Hjulstrom what might happen if an author used salty language, but did not receive a single customer complaint.

“I’m not comfortable going into what ifs,” replied Hjulstrom. “I just want to deal with the facts.”

But the prohibition causes one to wonder why bookstores — even with the possibility of a child lurking around a bookstore late at night — would be so offended by a monosyllabic exclamation that anyone who has ever stubbed a toe is quite familiar with. Were there efforts by Weiner and Barnes and Noble to broker a last-minute deal?

“We didn’t try to broker a compromise mostly because there wasn’t time,” explained Weiner. “The best solution would have been either to hold the event somewhere else, or after dark, and with just over twenty-four hours, on a weekend, to either reschedule or relocate, that just didn’t seem feasible. And again, once I got over my reflexive ‘the MAN is trying to SHUT ME UP’ paranoia, it didn’t seem like a crazy thing to ask. I’ve got little kids, and if I took them into a bookstore on a Sunday afternoon to pick up the latest Sandra Boynton or ‘Junie B. Jones,’ I probably wouldn’t be thrilled to find some lady standing behind a microphone talking, as I tend to, about ‘wall-to-wall cock.’”

Still, independent bookstores such as San Francisco’s The Booksmith have conducted numerous author events in its children’s section, closing the section off to make room for the audience to sit down. Booksmith co-owner Praveen Madan informed me that, while there are generally no kids around at the time of the event, his bookstore doesn’t make any concessions if an event takes place in the middle of the day.

“We take freedom of speech very seriously and even the suggestion of us laying down any kind of censoring guidelines for authors makes me cringe,” said Madan. “And the issue here is more than freedom of speech. We believe it’s important for authors to be authentic and credible, and sometimes being authentic requires saying things that might end up offending some people. I would rather shut down the bookstore and sell falafels than try to engineer an author’s talk to make the author more palatable for a certain audience. You should be clear about what business you are in. We are in the business of intellectual discourse and opening people’s minds to new ideas and possibilities. If you want to be in the business of reinforcing people’s existing belief systems, than you should run a religious institution or radio talk show, not a bookstore.”

It’s also worth observing that prohibitions on what an author can say at a reading can sometimes have unexpected side effects. As Tayari Jones observed on her blog recently, the author can feel oddly shamed when contending with a complaint.

Jessica Stockton Bagnulo, formerly of McNally Jackson and now working hard to open the Greenlight Bookstore in Fort Greene this autumn, says that there was never a policy prohibiting language or controversial topics at an author event when she worked at McNally. But she did mention that she hoped to be more sensitive to such matters at Greenlight.

“We don’t intend to set any blanket policy,” said Bagnulo. “I think for the most part we will trust our customers to know whether an author is going to be inappropriate for their children or potentially offensive to their own sensibilities. As long as we make clear from the outset what the event is likely to contain, we won’t try to restrict or prohibit authors from anything they’d like to say.”

Even if the event is scheduled in the middle of the day?

“Not unless it’s an event specifically geared toward kids,” replied Bagnulo. “For example, at McNally we held a Halloween event that had kids programming earlier in the day, and some adult authors reading later that had lots of graphic blood and gore.”

Before the Framingham incident, Weiner had never received any complaints from a bookstore for her act. But censorship issues aren’t limited to the big box stores. Weiner alluded to an incident that came from an ostensible independent:

“In 2001, when Good in Bed came out, I did hear from one independent bookstore somewhere in the Midwest that an older gentleman had objected to a cover featuring the book’s poster (naked legs and cheesecake) in the window. But that’s as close to censorship as I’ve come.”

For what it’s worth, Weiner did say that she would do an event at the Framingham bookstore again: “I’d just make sure it was an evening event, or that it was held somewhere far, far away from the innocent ears of children.”

“In general, we feel that authors these days have become rather conservative and risk averse because they are trying to become bestsellers and are afraid of stirring controversy,” said Madan. “I wish more authors would pick topics that might be controversial and not worry about offending people. There are important topics being ignored and we all tend to surround ourselves with people we agree with and we like.”

“I think that indie bookstores work to create an environment of mutual respect between authors and audiences,” said Bagnulo, “where what is controversial is taken in context as part of the conversation, and there’s enough transparency of intention that people are unlikely to be offended.

“It’s not a bad idea to mention ahead of time, ‘Hey, I work blue,’” said Weiner, “but it’s never been a problem in the past, and I don’t really expect it to be a problem going forward.”

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