
Former leading New Zealand publisher and bookseller, and widely experienced judge of both the Commonwealth Writers Prize and the Montana New Zealand Book Awards, talks about what he is currently reading, what impresses him and what doesn't, along with chat about the international English language book scene, and links to sites of interest to booklovers.
Wednesday, December 05, 2007


Do you identify with James Bond? Are you captivated by his exploits and his sang froid? If so why not give yourself the ultimate gift this Christmas, a first edition Ian Fleming signed by the author? On Thursday 6th December, Bloomsbury Auctions is selling a near complete set of first edition Bond titles; most are signed, many have inscriptions, some have signed bookplates while others are simply unsigned first editions. Prices range from £300-22,000. Amongst the 33 lots the highlights include a first edition, first issue of the first Bond book, Casino Royale, 1953 (lot 42) with the inscription: To / the power behind / the publishers’ throne! / from / the author / May 1953 (estimated to fetch £18,000-22,000). Lot 43 will also set pulses racing, Live and Let Die, 1954 was Fleming’s second Bond book and is inscribed: ‘To / Donald Crowther / Who Helped with the Coin! / from / The Author / 1954’ (estimate £8,000-12,000). Presumably ‘the coin’ referred to, is one of those sold illegally by ‘Mr Big’ in the story. Other interesting inscriptions include the one in Thunderball,1961 (lot 50) which reads: To / Jack / By Appointment, / M.O. to the SIS! / Ian (SIS being the Secret Intelligence Service) and it carries an estimate of £3,500-4,500. The next lot, Moonraker of 1955 is estimated £5,000-7,000 and is inscribed: ‘To / E.B. Strauss / This ‘Tagebuch eines halbwüchsigen Spiones!’ / Ian Fleming / 1955. The Spy Who Loved Me, 1962, which has an estimate of £3,000-4,000 is inscribed to Leonard Russell, Fleming’s friend and late literary editor of The Sunday Times and is also inscribed by Roger Moore, one of the actors who played Bond (lot 51).

Penguin Books NZ has just done us all a great favour in the Christmas shopping scene with publication today of three attractive, small and inexpensive books which make perfect stocking stuffers.
101 Quick Tips - Email & Google - Clever Computing with Debbie
Debbie May0-Smith $15.95
Formerly a market analyst on Wall Street, native New Yoker Debbie now lives in NZ where she is in high demand as a public speaker. In this book she assists us to maximise ther benefits of using email. Full of great time saving ideas and tips.
Amazing stuff, how did I ever live without it?
CLASSIC KIWIANA - an essential guide to New Zealand popular culture
Richard Wolfe/Stephen Barnett $14.95
They are all in here - Finest cheddar, Made Better; Jandals; Four Square; Weet-Bix; Swanndri; Silver Fern; Number 8; Buzzy Bee; Tip Top; Pohutukawa and loads more. A unique collection of images distilled from thousands of possibilities.
Perfect for posting to friends & family overseas.
DOWNSIZE YOU - Target, tone and slim your problem areas in just two months.
Lee-Anne Wann $19.95
The author is a TV personal trainer and owner of The Body Place, a boutique peronal training studio/gymnasium in Auckland city.
In this spiral bound immensely practyical and accessible book she provides a two month programme consisting of five essential components to ensute you get the results you want.
The five components are:
Your goals
Your body type
Your food
Your cardio excercise
Your resistance training.
The author has designed all the excercises so that they can be done at home using inexpensive equipment or your body weight. The exercises are all illustrated with photographs.
The book is spiral bound so you can read it easily while exercising.
Uncomplicated, practical, great value.
Sure to help those making New Year resolutions that involve getting into better shape.

Story from Scottish daily, The Herald.
She won the £5000 prize, which was sponsored by the Faculty of Advocates, for her latest novel, Day.
The First Book of the Year Award went to Fresh by Mark McNay, and the Research Book of the Year Award had joint winners; Auld Campaigner, A Life of Alexander Scott by David Robb and Scotland's Books, The Penguin History of Scottish Literature by Robert Crawford.
The Scots and The Union by Christopher Whatley and Scotland's Historic Heraldry by Bruce A McAndrew jointly won the award for the history books of the year.

The awards presentation ceremony took place yesterday at the National Library of Scotland in Edinburgh.
A L Kennedy has published four previous novels, two books of non-fiction and three collections of short stories.
She has twice been selected as one of Granta's Best of Young British Novelists and has won a number of prizes including the Somerset Maugham Award, the Encore Award and the Saltire Scottish Book of the Year Award.
Tuesday, December 04, 2007


Story from the Telegraph, London.
Ruth Scurr welcomes genuinely novel stories about families, children and war .
As a Man Booker Prize judge, I have read 110 novels this year, plus some ineligible for the prize that I couldn't resist. I'd never judged a book prize before, and I'm never going to do it again.
Not because I didn't enjoy it - it was fascinating - but I'm happy to be back in your position: browsing the literary pages and deciding, "Hmm, that looks interesting." Fiction, to me, is a whimsical private pleasure.
Anne Enright's The Gathering (Jonathan Cape, won the prize and deserved it.
The first time I read it, I was overwhelmed by its anger; the second time, I saw the beauty of its language; the third time, I was fascinated by its relation to James Joyce's Dubliners. In her interview, after winning, Enright said Joyce was a woman. Who knows what exactly she meant (she wasn't asked) but the answer is surely encoded in The Gathering.

The Man Booker Prize is often criticised for being too serious and elitist. My gift to the naysayers is Nicola Barker's Darkmans, (Fourth Estate, a tour-de-force of contemporary life set in Ashford, Kent.
When it was long-listed, the writer and journalist D J Taylor described Darkmans as a "left-field 838-page weird out"; and I celebrated.
Barker is a comic genius. Her imagination is incendiary. Her subject matter is Tesco, daytime TV, builders, chiropody, the family outing from hell when Dad's kagool has not been packed. She is also fascinated by history and language. Darkmans is the novel of the decade.
Of the novels submitted for this year's prize that did not make the deserving short-list, here are some that ought to have done.

Michael Ondaatje's Divisadero (Bloomsbury,) is a complex story that will delight fans of The English Patient. It is about a makeshift family in northern California (a farmer, his two daughters and the farm-hand who lives with them) whose lives are shattered by violence, and are then scattered to different continents.
It has an unforgettable opening: "When I come to lie in your arms, you sometimes ask me in which historical moment do I wish to exist. And I will say Paris, the week Colette died… Paris, August 3, 1954."

I loved A L Kennedy's Day (Jonathan Cape), about an inarticulate Staffordshire lad who sought refuge in the RAF during the Second World War, only to find the transition back to civilian life painful.
Trying to recover, Alfred Day accepts a part as an extra in a POW film, which takes him back to an ersatz German camp, scrutinising his memories and the clichés of war. It is a humorous and compassionate book. I fought for it, but lost.
Peter Ho Davies's The Welsh Girl (Sceptre) is a quiet, graceful book, set in Wales at the end of the Second World War (the number of novels set during the War this year is remarkable). It was another of my lost battles.
The elegant restraint of Davies's writing reminds me of Kazuo Ishiguro's. The story centres on Esther Evans, the 17-year-old daughter of a nationalist sheep farmer, dreaming of a life beyond her small valley.
Into the valley come Captain Rotheram, a German Jewish refugee, and the captive he is guarding, Rudolf Hess. Davies is delicate with the tangential connection between a Welsh village and the world-changing historical events. This is a book that powerfully evokes different kinds of entrapment, including the most intimate: being pregnant when you don't want to be.
This is only a third of her article. Read the rest here.
FOOTNOTE:
Bookman Beattie totally disagrees with Scurr's claim that Darkmans is the novel of the decade. What an astonishing comment. She says on the one hand that The Gathering was the deserved winner of the Man Booker Prize 2007 and then makes the claim that Darkmans is the novel of the decade. Hang on a minute Ruth, you can't have it both ways! Personally I thought Darkmans was lucky to make the shortlist.
It would appear from her comments about what books she would like to have been on the shortlist that had she been the only judge, instead of one of five, then the results would have been very different. Shows the importance of having a panel of judges!


"The fear of terrorism helps to keep the population under control," he said. "That is very useful for politicians, but no one actually needs that.
"First of all we had the Soviet Union, and we were all scared that they were going to attack us all with atomic bombs. When the Berlin Wall fell, everything looked OK for about five minutes. And all of a sudden we now have other wars there, such as climate change, terrorism. All these fears are being used to keep us in our places."
But writer Michael Fry said: "I think he has a point. In general I do agree with Ian Rankin. The threat from terror is very real but it is being used to build up an apparatus aimed to control us, which I think is a very bad thing."
In addition to being a top-selling author in English, Rankin and his character, Rebus, have become stars in their own right in the German-speaking world, where more than 10million copies of the books have been sold.
His books have twice won German literary prizes. Translated versions have regularly featured in top 10 lists and have even given rise to Rebus themed tours.
German readers have had a love affair with British crime fiction since the Sherlock Holmes volumes were translated at the end of the 19th century. In the 1950s, a string of films supposedly set in London and featuring Scotland Yard detectives became popular fare for German audiences.
Rankin, from Cardenden, Fife, has become one of the most successful figures in contemporary Scottish literature. As well as the John Rebus crime novels, his work includes several other novels, volumes of short stories, poetry and radio scripts.
He has become the UK's best-selling crime writer, accounting for 10% of all crime book sales, and his work has been translated into 25 languages.
His latest book, which was published in English last year, is set in July 2005, at the time of the gathering of G8 leaders at Gleneagles. It sees the police at full stretch amid demonstrations by anti-globalisation protesters. Evidence emerges that a serial killer may be on the loose, but the authorities are keen to hush up the issue for fear of overshadowing a meeting of global importance.
As ever, rule-breaker Rebus solves the situation in his own way.
Monday, December 03, 2007


"On Chesil Beach," on the road this past summer. In his place, a short film was screened by bookstores in 54 US cities.
come to be the quintessential tool for promoting books. It is a
chance for writers to charm their readers and for readers to glimpse
the person behind the words. At its best, the meeting can be
electric. (At worst, nobody shows up.)
But in the past five years or so, observers say the traditional
author tour has been in decline: Fewer writers are being sent out,
and those who do tour make fewer stops. Among the many reasons for
this shift are marketing tools that have made it possible to
orchestrate a virtual encounter, without the hassle or expense of
travel. Publishers and authors are now touting books through
podcasts, film tours, blog tours, book videos, and book trailers. In
fact, it's unusual for a book not to have some sort of Web presence.
(Blue van Meer, the fictional main character in the 2006 novel
"Special Topics in Calamity Physics" by Marisha Pessl, even has her
own MySpace page.)
Publicity departments used to be places where wacky ideas originated
but languished, says Carol Schneider, executive director of publicity
for Random House. Now, with the Internet, she says, "they are really
able to carry [those ideas] out."
Each is a small experiment, an incremental move, as the publishing
industry has begun to embrace the Internet and other new media. It's
hard not to wonder, though, whether their cumulative effect will one
day render the face-to-face bookstore meeting between writer and
reader obsolete.

Her friendly, practical approach to making great tasting food with minimum
effort has made her cookbooks a success in New Zealand, Australia,
England, Portugal, South Africa, Italy, Brazil and South East Asia. Her work has
also been serialised in the Daily Mail.
Robyn lives with her husband on a 4 hectare pinot noir vineyard in
Blenheim where they offer luxury accommodation. Her website is
www.maisongrange.co.nz


BPANZ has booked a stand measuring 3m x 11m at the London Book Fair at the Earls Court Exhibition Centre. We're pleased with our space this year which is situated on a busy walkway.
More than 23,000 publishers, booksellers, literary agents, librarians, media and industry suppliers from over 100 countries now attend the fair and you can find visitor's statistics for 2007 at http://www.londonbookfair.co.uk/page.cfm/link=27
I have attached an application form and please note that our stand is much smaller than Frankfurt and space will therefore be limited. Stand co exhibitors receive a one line listing in the Book Fair catalogue and the price includes freight one way to the fair and a BPANZ manager on the stand.
You'll find further information on the website http://www.londonbookfair.co.uk/ including accommodation options.
Please advise if you are planning to launch any particular new books at the fair so we can plan for this.
We look forward to receiving your confirmation of attendance.
Kind regards,
Anne
Anne de Lautour
Association Director
Book Publishers Association of NZ (BPANZ)
Private Bag 102902
North Shore 0745
Auckland
New Zealand
PH: +64 9 442 7426
FAX: +64 9 479 8536
http://www.bpanz.org.nz/
Sunday, December 02, 2007

A digital polar bear in the fantasy “The Golden Compass.”
By CHARLES McGRATH wri8ting on The New York Times, December 2, 2007
The project nearly crashed at least once, while burning through $180 million, and it is unclear what audiences will make of such a craft, which is at once high-tech and deliberately old-fashioned. It relies on a technique that Dennis Gassner, the production designer, calls “cludging” — marrying the familiar with the fantastic — to track the story’s protagonist, an impish pre-teenager named Lyra Belacqua, on a journey from Oxford College to the Arctic Circle in search of her own identity and of some children who have been kidnapped and transported to the North for hideous experimentation. There are witches, armored bears and a glamorously wicked mother figure (Nicole Kidman, looking like a Botoxed Marilyn Monroe).
Mr. Pullman’s novel, a book for young adults, is part of a trilogy called “His Dark Materials” (the title comes from Milton’s “Paradise Lost and in England, where they were first published, all three books are often compared to the Harry Potter novels. They’re actually brainier and better written, but they’re like the Potter books in that readers tend to feel about them not just fondness but also something like proprietorship.
To deviate from the text probably puts the filmmakers at peril with that built-in audience, while in this country at least, where the books are less well known, the filmmakers have the added burden of explaining to everyone else how this parallel universe works. It’s a place where, in addition to employing airships and anbaric power, people, in the books’ most charming and engaging touch, manifest their souls in the form of animal-like creatures, called daemons, that walk or fly around with them.
“The Golden Compass” was made by New Line Cinema, the studio behindf the “Lord of the Rings” trilogy, which is clearly hoping for a hit on a similar scale. To navigate all the obstacles, theological and logistical, and to boil Mr. Pullman’s complicated story down to two hours or so, the studio commissioned Tom Stoppard to write the screenplay.
Two years later, in 2004, after Mr. Stoppard’s script proved unworkable, the studio turned to Chris Weitz, of all people, and hired him both to write and to direct. At that point Mr. Weitz’s résumé consisted mostly of his having written and directed, with his brother Paul, the comedy “About a Boy" based on the Nick Hornby novel, and that great raunchfest “American Pie.”
“To be candid, it wasn’t like we were fighting off a Robert Zemeckis or a Steven Spielberg” Toby Emmerich, president of New Line Productions, said recently. “For whatever reason, we hadn’t attracted what in Hollywoodese would be called a no-brainer.”
“And for a project like this,” he added, “maybe you don’t really want a triple-A director. Maybe it’s better to have someone who’s a little hungry.”
In fact, Mr. Weitz wasn’t quite as much a long shot as he seemed. Though American, he was educated in England and has a degree in English literature from Cambridge. And both Mr. Emmerich and Deborah Forte, the co-producer, who originally bought the movie rights from Mr. Pullman, say Mr. Weitz bowled them over with his knowledge of and enthusiasm for the books — first in a Saturday-morning Polo Lounge meeting at the Beverly Hills Hotel with Mr. Emmerich and then with a 40-page treatment he sent them both.
“I also wrote the first draft of a screenplay that was about 186 pages,” Mr. Weitz recalled. “It was utterly unfilmable and would have cost half a billion dollars. The thing is, I absolutely love the books. I’m one of those people who think of them not just as fantasy novels but as exceptional works of the intellect.”
A year later, however, before he had shot a foot of film, Mr. Weitz suddenly proved himself less than hungry and quit the movie. “I just kind of blinked,” he said, explaining that what pushed him over the edge was a visit he had made to Peter Jackson's New Zealand special-effects facility.
“I had no C.G.I. experience,” he said, “and when I saw how complicated it was, it was utterly terrifying. I was single at the time, and I thought, I’m looking at three years of my life that are just going to get swallowed up and spat out.”
The studio then turned to an even more unlikely director, Anand Tucker, known mainly for “Shopgirl," based on the Steve Martin novel, who impressed the executives with storyboards suggesting how the movie might look. But Mr. Tucker and New Line soon ran into the kind of impasse that in Hollywood is called “creative differences.”
“You know, sometimes that’s really what they are: creative differences,” Mr. Emmerich said. From Mr. Emmerich’s own account and that of others, it appears that the problem with Mr. Tucker’s “Golden Compass” was that it was paradoxically both more expensive than the movie New Line was hoping for and smaller in scale. The deal breaker may have been when Mr. Tucker, as a cost-cutting move, decided to eliminate the bear fight, the movie’s great set piece.
The studio then re-enlisted Mr. Weitz, who had had a change of heart. He was more settled personally, having met the woman who would eventually become his wife, and, having stayed on the project as screenwriter, felt more comfortable with the story.
“I don’t know how or when the movie would have been made if Chris hadn’t come back,” Mr. Emmerich said. “Who knows what would have happened?”
Fans of Mr. Pullman’s version may be surprised to learn that the movie stops before the book does, leaving out Lyra’s long- anticipated meeting with her father, who plans to wage war on the Almighty himself. Instead the movie ends in stirring fashion, with Lyra saving the kidnapped kids from what amounts to spiritual lobotomy and heading off in an airship with Iorek, an armored bear who has become her friend and protector. “There was tremendous marketing pressure for that,” Mr. Weitz said. “Everyone really wanted an upbeat ending.”
He added, “They’re looking for a franchise here,” meaning that if “The Golden Compass” does well, the studio will go ahead with films based on the two remaining volumes of the trilogy.
The foreshortened end of “The Golden Compass” also has the advantage of lopping off some of the book’s most heavy-duty theological discussion (presumably leaving some of the thornier issues to the sequels). The script also carefully turns the villains from sanctimonious churchmen into all-purpose, nondenominational authoritarians and mind-controllers, though in what will probably feel like a poke in the eye to some people, it has left intact the book’s name for these totalitarians’ ruling body: the Magisterium, which is the same word the Roman Catholic Church uses for its official teaching authority.
Mr. Emmerich said the studio just wanted to make a good movie: “The religion was never a reason to make the movie, or not to make it. I always felt the heart of the story was the relationship between Lyra and Iorek. That and the idea of the daemons. It’s a story about a little girl creating a new family for herself.”
Mr. Weitz says that if he gets to film the rest of the trilogy, he will begin right where the current movie leaves off. “I mean to protect the integrity of those remaining chapters,” he explained. “The aim is to put in the elements we need to make this movie a hit, so that we can be much less compromising in how the second and third books are shot.”

Review by DOUGLAS WOLK, New York Times, December 2, 2007

That sort of visual ricocheting among multiple varieties of exaggeration and abstraction, combined with the time leaps required to squeeze Reagan’s career into 100 pages of comics, makes for disjointed storytelling, and there’s scarcely a panel here that leads directly to the next. Buccellato and Staton’s caricatures often resemble a rushed version of Mort Drucker’s movie parodies from MAD magazine; if Helfer’s words skewer Reagan at every opportunity, they don’t overtly burlesque him the way the pictures do. (Caption: “By the end of July, the budget and tax-cut portions of Reaganomics had become law, setting the stage for the Reagan administration’s ‘new beginning.’” Image: a beaming sun with a big, sarcastic smiley face on it, rising over the Capitol building.) Virtually all the dialogue in “Ronald Reagan” is drawn from the public record, and Helfer crams in a remarkable amount of information, but it’s the images that pass judgment.

That’s somehow fitting, and so is Rudahl’s madly anarchic, hyperdramatic visual approach. Her images, executed in feathery line work with ink wash, drape all over one another. Faces and bodies are uniformly bulbous and wobbly. The sole consistent design element is Goldman’s hair, a bun-shaped mass of pointillist speckles. (Every page, distractingly, is signed by Rudahl with a little copyright notice.) The book briskly catalogs the particulars of Goldman’s life, lingering on only a few episodes, like Alexander Berkman’s failed 1892 attempt to assassinate the steel plant manager Henry Clay Frick and the 1920 visit to Russia that turned Goldman against Soviet Communism. For the most part, Rudahl represents scenes as they might have happened, although she throws in an occasional daffy gesture, like Karl Marx quotations coming from the mouths of the Marx Brothers. She sometimes grants herself a broader perspective than her subject’s, too: every time we see Goldman taking a new lover, the look on her face suggests her attention is wandering elsewhere, as if she’s already thinking about how to make her paramour part of her legend.

Modan helped found the Actus Tragicus collective of Israeli cartoonists, and the plot of her first graphic novel is shrewdly constructed, feinting at obvious twists (like the inevitable romance between the rich girl and the poor boy who’ve been bickering for most of the story) and then swerving away from them. But the real glory of “Exit Wounds” is Modan’s artwork. Her characters’ body language and facial expressions, rendered in the gestural “clear line” style of Hergé’s Tintin books, are so precisely observed, they practically tell the story by themselves. Numi, for instance, spends most of the story slouching a little, as if she’s trying to hide her height; you can tell she’s got her guard down when she straightens up. And Modan’s Israeli landscapes, colored in flat, solid tones, capture the look of the country with spare precision: a few fluid lines describe a dingy bus-station cafeteria or a scrubby beach, echoing the book’s treacherous interpersonal terrain, where everything and everyone has sustained collateral damage.

The single-named Norwegian cartoonist Jason’s dryly riotous I KILLED ADOLF HITLER (Fantagraphics, paper, $12.95) concerns the ultimate political act: changing the course of history, or trying to. Jason’s brief, whimsical graphic novels maintain a tone of deadpan stasis in the face of the most ludicrously over-the-top plot devices; last year’s “Left Bank Gang” was about the struggling cartoonists F. Scott Fitzgerald, Ezra Pound, and James Joyce deciding to pull a bank heist, and this one follows a hit man, exhausted by the day-to-day drudgery of his work, who is hired to take a time machine to 1938 and assassinate der Führer. (As always, Jason draws all of his characters with animal heads — rabbits, dogs, birds — and flat, blank facial expressions.)
Saturday, December 01, 2007

From Beginning to End.
Photography by Michael Yamashita.
Text by Michael Yamashita and William Lindesay. (Sterling, $29.95.)

Part quest, part biography, part philosophical essay, MISHIMA’S SWORD: Travels in Search of a Samurai Legend (Da Capo, paper, $15.95) is the British martial arts expert Christopher Ross’s account of his search for the sword that was used to cut off Yukio Mishima’s head after the Japanese writer committed seppuku in 1970. The book has the intensity and mystery of a fever dream, and it’s rife with memorable and sometimes unsettling information. We learn that the samurai wore makeup (pallor might be mistaken for cowardice) and that Mishima’s suicide remains controversial. (Seppuku is meant to be poetic and conducted in private, but the publicity-friendly Mishima took his life in the office of a Japanese general, and even looked into having it televised.) Ross’s quest takes him to a Tokyo S-and-M club, where he interviews a man Mishima seduced into sexual role-playing: as the famous writer and his star-struck charge acted out seppuku, Mishima, without any physical contact, would climax at the point of his “beheading.” By interspersing such graphic material with an account of Ross’s own childhood interest in kung fu and with more than you want to know about the role of swords in Japanese culture, Ross approaches a larger portrait of the nature of violence, as elucidated by one of his epigraphs, from G. K. Chesterton: “The man who kills a man, kills a man. The man who kills himself kills all men.” Complete with two fantasy sequences, “Mishima’s Sword” is as strange and beguiling as its subject.

A real-estate deal that consists of a handshake and a bottle of Champagne. A “little elf of a man named Enzo who came to oil all the beams” of the house. A “noise-party” to get all the deer off the property. These are but a few of the elements that account for the soufflé-like charm of A VINEYARD IN TUSCANY: A Wine Lover’s Dream (Norton, $24.95), Ferenc Mate’s account of renovating an abandoned 13th-century friary in Montalcino — the wine zone whose signature offering is brunello — and turning it into a winery.


In the grammatically challenged patois through which we have come to know him, the comedian Sacha Baron Cohen’s character Borat Sagdiyev — the man Chuck Thompson wishes he could be — has written a guidebook to Kazakhstan and “to minor nation of U.S. and A.” BORAT: Touristic Guidings to Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan (Doubleday/Flying Dolphin, $24.95) is almost as outrageous as Borat’s movie, only less squirm-inducingly so. That said, the many semi-clothed pictures of Borat and various friends, relatives and sex workers make this scabrous and occasionally hilarious book challenging to read in public. The captions don’t help. (One for a full-page picture of a shirtless, pantless Borat in a lime green scrotal sling reads, “For protection against sunburning I make rub squirrel cheese on my skins.”) Given that the government of Kazakhstan was less than pleased about the movie, it may be Borat’s sly intention to get his glorious nation to fire-bomb the book; indeed, each copy of this absolutely filthy item should come with a pair of rubber gloves, if not a Hazmat suit. From libelous assertions (“Some famous homosexuals American men includes Spiderman, Ronald Micdonalds and Madonna”) to goofball self-ridicule (Borat was teased as a child “since my moustache was slow and did not appear until I was age of 9”), there’s something here to offend everyone, much of it related to “ambitiousness, intrigue, mercenary sex.” What Joan Didion once wrote about the California governor’s mansion can be said about this book: I have seldom seen anything so evocative of the unspeakable.

What I mean is this: The best of the decade’s British cookbooks — from writers including, but not limited to, Nigel Slater, Fergus Henderson and Simon Hopkinson — are smaller, more soulful and more idiosyncratic than their American counterparts. They’re the products of a vision one is tempted to call novelistic. Drollery and lack of pretension, as in the novels of Waugh and Wodehouse, are prized. The emotional climate is pleasantly autumnal. These writers like to talk about the best things to eat when you’re feeling a bit depressed or bewildered.

Here, for example, is Hopkinson talking about a favorite recipe for potato cakes (these writers love their potatoes): “They are at their best eaten on a Sunday afternoon, melting in front of the fire in their pool of butter. It should be winter, about 5 p.m., dark outside, and a Marx Brothers film has just finished on the television.” These potatoes are world-class; so

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The nice thing about “Beyond Nose to Tail” is that you can very profitably work its margins, even if you aren’t up to a Big Ugly. Henderson’s salad of beetroot, red onion, red cabbage, crème fraîche and chervil is a beautiful thing to behold, as are his recipes for “orbs of joy” (whole red onions cooked in chicken stock) and baked potatoes with garlic and duck fat. This book’s chicken and ox tongue pie is elegant and straightforward (after you’ve soaked the tongue in brine for two weeks). About this pie, Henderson quite accurately writes: “For those of us who sometimes feel a little frail, here is a pie that will sort you out for sure.”
Simon Hopkinson is the chef who founded the London restaurant Bibendum. His “Roast Chicken and Other Stories,” written with Lindsey Bareham, was recently hailed by a panel of chefs, food writers and consumers in the British magazine Waitrose Food Illustrated, who voted it (and let’s not mince words here) “the most useful cookbook of all time.” It’s a designation I’m not tempted to quarrel with. I’d like to sleep with this book under my pillow.
The first thing that strikes you about “Roast Chicken” is what an interesting and friendly prose writer Hopkinson can be. His introduction is a no-nonsense manifesto about eating that’s worth quoting at length: “Good cooking, in the final analysis, depends on two things: common sense and good taste. ... We are all drawn to the smell of fish and chips, fried onions, roast beef, Christmas lunch, pizza, fresh coffee, toast and bacon, and other sensory delights. Conversely, to my mind there is nothing that heralds the bland ‘vegetable terrine,’ the ‘cold lobster mousse with star anise and vanilla,’ or the ‘little stew of seven different fish’ that has been ‘scented’ with Jura wine and ‘spiked’ with tarragon. I feel uncomfortable with this sort of food and don’t believe it to be, how shall we say, genuine.”
Recently there have been significant developments in Philip Pullman's work. Not this week's starry film premieres, as The Golden Compass launches the movie trilogy of His Dark Materials. Not the book due in April, nor the speech he gives on Milton next week at the Bodleian, nor even the announcement that he is becoming an honorary professor at Bangor University.
No, the good news is that his rocking horse is making excellent progress. He has been working on it for years; the horse is finished, and the stand is coming on splendidly. As he wrote recently, in a published diary in which writing seemed the least of his absorbing passions: "As always when I use a sharp tool on well-seasoned wood, I wonder why I spend my life doing anything else." hanged forever in 1995, with a children's book - with a preface from Milton's Paradise Lost - beginning: "Lyra and her daemon moved through the darkening Hall ..."
His editor of 25 years, David Fickling, says: "He is one of the greatest storytellers of all
time, and he's right here among us, writing now. It's like having Thomas Hardy
about to write Far From the Madding Crowd. It's just thrilling to be around."
Fickling remembers the genesis of the trilogy over a lunch of sausage and mash: "He said, 'I
think I've got something big, David,' and I thought, 'Brilliant, the bigger
the better.' But I did ask, 'Is it a good story?' He said yes, and that was
good enough for me."
A long list of books had already emerged from his Oxford garden writing shed, but Northern Lights, first of the 1,000-page His Dark Materials series, was instantly recognised as
a classic.
Adults relished the darkness and complexity of the moral vision, and the richness of the imagined world - that hall where it opens is almost, but disturbingly not quite, like an Oxford
college with its high table and portraits of long-dead masters, give or take
the odd shape-shifting daemon, and pan-fried poppy ritually consumed by the
dons. Children relished a cracking adventure, where resourceful children were
the heroes, while well-meaning, stupid or malevolent adults flickered in and
out of the narrative.
It won the Guardian and Carnegie children's fiction prizes, went on to sell more than 14m copies, and was recently voted Carnegie of Carnegies. The stage version at the National
Theatre sold every seat for every show, and the first rapturous reviews
suggest the films will repeat the trick.
Not everyone loves Pullman and his work. In Britain he is attacked by both the godly and the godless, by Christian groups as anti-religious and by the Secular Society for a sanitised
film version. In America, Christian groups have threatened to picket cinemas.
Bill Donohue, the president of the US Catholic League, last night accused
Pullman of "a stealth campaign", saying he allowed the studio to
water down his "Catholic-bashing books", to ensure the second and
third films were made. He added: "An honest author would never allow a
film studio to prostitute his work."
Pullman's deceptively mild response to the attacks is that he is "just a storyteller".
Pullman has moved with his editor from Oxford University Press through other publishing houses to Random House. His agent is still his university friend, Caradoc King.
Born October 19 1946, Norwich. Childhood
spent travelling all over the world, particularly Australia
Education Weymouth College of Education;
Exeter College, Oxford
Married to Judith Speller in 1970, two sons,
James and Thomas
Career Few odd jobs, author, teacher in
Oxford schools (1973-86); part time senior lecturer, Westminster College,
Oxford (1986-96)
Awards Astrid Lindgren Memorial Award for Literature 2005; CBE (2004)

Elsa McLaren writing in The Times.
Judges praised the book for tackling the “most urgent and alarming questions of today” and chose it for the £5,000 prize above Robert Macfarlane’s The Wild Places and Rory Stewart’s Occupational Hazards.
The novel, published by Faber and Faber, paints an absorbing vision of a Britain ravaged by a mysterious war, economically ruined, and controlled by a faceless dictatorship known as “the Authority”. It is told through the eyes of “Sister” who cannot accept her role as a factory drone and instead escapes to Carhullan to join the self-sufficient, female-only community hidden in the hills of Cumbria.
The chair of judges, Suzi Feay, Literary Editor of The Independent on Sunday, said: "Sarah Hall's fierce, uncomfortable story seemed to all judges to be the book that tackled the most urgent and alarming questions of today. The quality of The Carhullan Army was simply unignorable. We need writers with Hall's humanity and insight."

Hall (left) is no stranger to success – her first novel, Haweswater won the Commonwealth Writer’s Prize Best Fiction Book and her second, The Electric Michelangelo, was shortlisted for the Man Booker Prize in 2004.
She joins the ranks of Margaret Drabble, William Boyd, Jeanette Winterson and Jonathan Coe, who previously won the prize, founded 65 years ago in honour of the writer John Llewellyn Rhys, who was killed in action during the Second World War.