Books Wasn’t This About Books?
posted by May 31 at 13:00 PMon
You may have noticed that I have blogged about celebrities and Scientology, but not at all about books. All the publishers, as is the thing at BEA, are giving away tons of advance copies of their fall and winter lists. Yesterday, I mostly walked around the floor picking up books and having publishers push books into my hand. There’s a stack of books about three feet high in my hotel room. I am concerned about bringing it all home with me, and airplane luggage weight limits.
Here are some books that are in my hotel room right now. What I Talk About When I Talk About Running, the new Haruki Murakami book that will be out in August. I’ve read about half of it—it’s a skinny little book—and it’s a memoir about Murakami’s experience as a runner who trains for marathons. It’s a little weird. American Savior is, I think, a first-time novelist’s book about Jesus coming back and running for president. Couch is a novel about three guys trying to move a couch out of an apartment—I’m actually really excited about that one. I also have five reprints of pulps by L. Ron Hubbard—him again!—because the Church of Scientology is rereleasing all his pulp novels (80 books) over the next two years. And a book by Roger Ebert about Martin Scorsese that will be out in November, although it’s only credited to “Ebert,” so perhaps he has finally made the jump to one name a la Prince or Cher. And there’s a book called I Shot a Man in Reno, about death in popular music by the same people who do the 33 1/3 series. The nice man at that booth gave me two older books in the 33 1/3 series: one about 69 Love Songs and one about a Celine Dion album.
There’s a lot more, but I have to get back to the business of collecting a bunch of free books.