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December 30, 2007

Josh & Josh: The Best Books We Read in 2007

Josh and I love books and are avid readers. We read almost 40 books this year and want to share with you a selection of the dozen best books we read in 2007.

Pride and Prejudice | Jane Austen

What Melville did for whaling Austen does for marriage--tracing the intricacies Pride_and_prejudice_jane_austen(not to mention the economics) of 19th-century British mating rituals with a sure hand and an unblinking eye. As usual, Austen trains her sights on a country village and a few families--in this case, the Bennets, the Philips, and the Lucases. Into their midst comes Mr. Bingley, a single man of good fortune, and his friend, Mr. Darcy, who is even richer. Mrs. Bennet, who married above her station, sees their arrival as an opportunity to marry off at least one of her five daughters. Jane Austen considered her character Elizabeth Bennet "as delightful a creature as ever appeared in print". Readers of Pride and Prejudice would be hard-pressed to disagree.

The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay | Michael Chabon

Like the comic books that animate and inspire it, The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay Amazing_adventures_of_kavalier_clayis both larger than life and yet of it, too. Complete with golems and magic and miraculous escapes and evil nemeses and even hand-to-hand Antarctic battle, it pursues the most important questions of love and war, dreams and art, across pages brimming with longing and hope. Samuel Klayman--self-described little man, city boy, and Jew--first meets Josef Kavalier when his mother shoves him aside in his own bed, telling him to make room for their cousin, a refugee from Nazi-occupied Prague. It's the beginning, however unlikely, of a beautiful friendship. The whole enterprise seems animated by love: for Chabon's alternately deluded, damaged, and painfully sincere characters; for the quirks and curious innocence of tough-talking wartime New York; and, above all, for comics themselves. Far from negating such pleasures, the Holocaust's presence in the novel only makes them more pressing. (With a surprise gay plotline for one character.)

Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell | Susanna Clarke

It's 1808 and that Corsican upstart Napoleon is battering the English army Jonathan_strange_mr_norrell_susannaand navy. Enter Mr. Norrell, a fusty but ambitious scholar from the Yorkshire countryside and the first practical magician in hundreds of years. What better way to demonstrate his revival of British magic than to change the course of the Napoleonic wars? Susanna Clarke's ingenious first novel, Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell, has the cleverness and lightness of touch of the Harry Potter series, but is less a fairy tale of good versus evil than a fantastic comedy of manners, complete with elaborate false footnotes, occasional period spellings, and a dense, lively mythology teeming beneath the narrative.

Middlesex | Jeffrey Eugenides

"I was born twice: first, as a baby girl, on a remarkably smogless Detroit day in January of 1960; Middlesex_jeffrey_eugenides and then again, as a teenage boy, in an emergency room near Petoskey, Michigan, in August of 1974." And so begins Middlesex, the mesmerizing saga of a near-mythic Greek American family and the "roller-coaster ride of a single gene through time." The odd but utterly believable story of Cal Stephanides, and how this 41-year-old hermaphrodite was raised as Calliope, is at the tender heart of this long-awaited second novel from Jeffrey Eugenides, whose elegant and haunting 1993 debut, The Virgin Suicides, remains one of the finest first novels of recent memory. Eugenides weaves together a kaleidoscopic narrative spanning 80 years of a stained family history, from a fateful union in a small town in early 1920s Asia Minor to Prohibition-era Detroit; from the early days of Ford Motors to the heated 1967 race riots; from the tony suburbs of Grosse Pointe and a confusing, aching adolescent love story to modern-day Berlin. When you get to the end of this splendorous book, you may resist finishing it just so that this wondrous, magical novel might never end.

Kite Runner | Khaled Hosseini

In his debut novel, The Kite Runner, Khaled Hosseini accomplishes what very few contemporary novelists are able to do. Kite_runner_khaleed_hosseini He manages to provide an educational and eye-opening account of a country's political turmoil -- in this case, Afghanistan -- while also developing characters whose heartbreaking struggles and emotional triumphs resonate with readers long after the last page has been turned over. The Kite Runner follows the story of Amir, the privileged son of a wealthy businessman in Kabul, and Hassan, the son of Amir's father's servant. As children in the relatively stable Afghanistan of the early 1970s, the boys are inseparable. They spend idyllic days running kites and telling stories of mystical places and powerful warriors until an unspeakable event changes the nature of their relationship forever. Hosseini has created characters that seem so real that one almost forgets that The Kite Runner is a novel and not a memoir. Hosseini offers an honest, sometimes tragic, sometimes funny, but always heartfelt view of a fascinating land.

The Devil In The White City | Erik Larson

Author Erik Larson imbues the incredible events surrounding the 1893 Chicago World's Fair Devil_in_the_white_city_erik_larson with such drama that readers may find themselves checking the book's categorization to be sure that The Devil in the White City is not, in fact, a highly imaginative novel. Larson tells the stories of two men: Daniel H. Burnham, the architect responsible for the fair's construction, and H.H. Holmes, a serial killer masquerading as a charming doctor. In a short period of time, Burnham was forced to overcome the death of his partner and numerous other obstacles to construct the famous "White City" around which the fair was built. The activities of the sinister Dr. Holmes, who is believed to be responsible for scores of murders around the time of the fair, devised and erected the World's Fair Hotel, complete with crematorium and gas chamber, near the fairgrounds and used the event as well as his own charismatic personality to lure victims. Combining the stories of an architect and a killer in one book seems like an odd choice, but it works. The magical appeal and dark side of 19th-century Chicago are both revealed through Larson's writing.

Atonement | Ian McEwan

We meet 13-year-old Briony Tallis in the summer of 1935, as she attempts to stage a production Atonement_ian_mcewan of her new drama "The Trials of Arabella" to welcome home her older, idolized brother, Leon. But she soon discovers that her cousins aren't up to the task, and directorial ambitions are abandoned as more interesting prospects of preoccupation come onto the scene. The charlady's son, Robbie Turner, appears to be forcing Briony's sister Cecilia to strip in the fountain and sends her obscene letters; Leon has brought home a dim chocolate magnate keen for a war to promote a new chocolate bar; and upstairs, Briony's migraine-stricken mother keeps tabs on the house from her bed. Soon, secrets emerge that change the lives of everyone present. At its heart, Atonement is about the pleasures, pains, and dangers of writing, and perhaps even more, about the challenge of controlling what readers make of your writing. McEwan shouldn't have any doubts about readers of Atonement: this is a thoughtful, provocative, and at times moving book that will have readers applauding.

The Emperor's Children | Claire Messud

Marina Thwaite, Danielle Minkoff and Julian Clarke were buddies at Brown, certain that they would soon do something important in the world. But as all Emperors_children_claire_messudnear 30, Danielle is struggling as a TV documentary maker, and Julius is barely surviving financially as a freelance critic. Marina, the startlingly beautiful daughter of celebrated journalist and hob-nobber Murray Thwaite, is living with her parents on the Upper West Side, unable to finish her book titled The Emperor's Children Have No Clothes (on how changing fashions in children's clothes mirror changes in society). Two arrivals upset the group stasis: Ludovic, a fiercely ambitious Aussie who woos Marina, and Murray's nephew, Frederick "Bootie" Tubb, an idealistic college dropout who is determined to live the life of a New York intellectual. Messud is wickedly observant of pretensions "intellectual, sexual, class and gender." Her writing is so fluid, and her plot so cleverly constructed, that events seem inevitable, yet the narrative is ultimately surprising and masterful as a contemporary comedy of manners.

Little Children | Tom Perrotta

The characters in this intelligent, absorbing tale of suburban angst are constrained and defined Little_children_tom_perrotta by their relationship to children. There's Sarah, an erstwhile bisexual feminist who finds herself an unhappy mother and wife. There's Todd, a handsome ex-jock and stay-at-home dad known to neighborhood housewives as the Prom King, who finds in house-husbandry and reveries about his teenage glory days a comforting alternative to his wife's demands that he pass the bar and get on with a law career. There's Mary Ann, an uptight supermom who schedules sex with her husband every Tuesday at nine and already has her well-drilled four-year-old on the inside track to Harvard. And there's Ronnie, a pedophile whose return from prison throws the school district into an uproar, and his mother, May, who still harbors hopes that her son will turn out well after all. Perrotta proves himself an expert at exploring the roiling psychological depths beneath the placid surface of suburbia.

The Subtle Knife | Philip Pullman

With The Golden Compass Philip Pullman garnered every accolade under the sun. Could the second installment Subtle_knife_philip_pullman of his trilogy keep up this pitch? The Subtle Knife offers everything we could have wished for, and more. For a start, there's a young hero--from our world--who is a match for Lyra and whose destiny is every bit as shattering. As the novel opens, Will's enemies will do anything for information about his missing father. Now Will must get his mother into safe seclusion and make his way toward Oxford, which may hold the key to John Parry's disappearance. Throughout, Pullman is in absolute control of his several worlds, his plot and pace equal to his inspiration. Any number of astonishing scenes -- small- and large-scale -- will have readers on edge, and many are cause for tears. It is Philip Pullman's gift to turn what quotidian minds would term the impossible into a reality that is both heartbreaking and beautiful.

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Josh H: Call Me By Your Name | Andre Aciman

Seventeen-year-old Elio faces yet another lazy summer at his parents' home on the Italian coast. Call_me_by_your_name_andre_aciman As in years past, his family will host a young scholar for six weeks, someone to help Elio's father with his research. Oliver, the handsome American visitor, charms everyone he meets with his cavalier manner. Elio's narrative dwells on the minutiae of his meandering thoughts and growing desire for Oliver. What begins as a casual friendship develops into a passionate yet clandestine affair. Elio recalls the events of that summer and the years that follow in a voice that is by turns impatient and tender. He expresses his feelings with utter candor, sharing with readers his most private hopes, urges, and insecurities. The intimacy Elio experiences with Oliver is unparalleled and awakens in the protagonist an intensity that dances on the brink of obsession. His longing creates a tension that is present from the first sentence to the last.

Josh K: Fun Home | Alison Bechdel

This autobiography by the author of the long-running strip, Dykes to Watch Out For, deals with her childhood Fun_home_alison_bechdel with a closeted gay father, who was an English teacher and proprietor of the local funeral parlor (the former allowed him access to teen boys). Fun Home refers both to the funeral parlor, where he put makeup on the corpses and arranged the flowers, and the family's meticulously restored gothic revival house, filled with gilt and lace, where he liked to imagine himself a 19th-century aristocrat. The art has depth and sophistication; Bechdel's talent for intimacy and banter gains gravitas when used to describe a family in which a man's secrets make his wife a tired husk and overshadow his daughter's burgeoning womanhood and homosexuality. Bechdel presents her childhood as a "still life with children" that her father created, and meditates on how prolonged untruth can become its own reality. She's made a story that's quiet, dignified and not easy to put down.

Summaries excerpted from Amazon.com.

December 27, 2007

Happy Holidays From Hospital Room #548

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I woke up at 3:30 a.m. on Sunday with unabated stabbing pains in my abdomen. The stomach ache which had appeared ten days or so earlier, and gradually continued to go away and come back, had gotten worse the day before as I sat at a holiday party, surrounded by family, and now had reached the five-alarm phase.

The only problem? I was in Madison, Wisconsin, visiting relatives over the holidays, and an ice storm raged outside the windows now in the middle of the night. I woke up half of the house and it was decided that we should wait until morning light to go to the hospital, as any driving could lead to a worse disaster.

At noon I was in the emergency room at University of Wisconsin Hospital. They pumped me full of pain medication, did a CT scan of my abdomen, and quickly admitted me to the hospital upstairs.

A stream of doctors and nurses appeared, and finally the words were spoken: "You may need surgery." After my appendectomy in April, I wasn't too excited about the prospect of another abdominal surgery.

From what the doctors could tell, I had some swelling and possibly an infection in my digestive system, near the ileum, which lead to the hardened and swollen right side of my abdomen, as well as the fever and pain. All of this may have been related to problems with the appendectomy, but they couldn't be sure.

On Sunday and Monday they continued to observe me in the hospital, and a medical team tried to decide what to do with me. They could give me a steroid medication, for example, to take down the swelling, but that would lessen my body's immune response and result in my body not fighting the infection as it should. Around and around we went with decisions and possible surgery.

And finally, there I was: Christmas Eve in a hospital, flipping through TV channels (a special on the miracles of adobe housing on the History Channel, the Family Guy Christmas special, idiotic CNN "exclusive" reports about Where Santa Is Now, etc.), and hooked up to machines, feeling crappy.

I quickly tired of my TV options and turned it off, deciding instead to just lay in bed, staring at the ceiling. The kind of silence I hadn't heard in months, with the exception of the hum of the IV, filled the room.

Later my family streamed into my room, back from a candlelight Christmas Eve service, and even came bearing presents. That made Christmas Eve in the hospital a little easier.

On Christmas Day, after extensive conversations with my doctors, a decision had been made: They would release me so I could go back to Minneapolis and catch my flight the following day to New York as scheduled. After all, I had to move apartments (somehow) before New Year's, and on January 2nd I'd be starting a new job. The doctors in Madison also wanted me to be under the care of my regular physician in New York.

But the catch to all of this, my friends? With the problems centered in my digestive system, my body was unable to process anything but liquids. Any food caused serious pain and trauma to the system. An IV had been providing me with the hydration and vitamins my body needed to continue functioning while I was in the hospital, but after being discharged from the hospital I still wouldn't be able to eat. At all.

Thus, once out of the hospital and in a car back to Minneapolis with my family, already three days without food, I sipped on Propel Fitness Water and Glaceau Vitamin Water every few minutes, as instructed by my doctors, mimicking an IV by providing myself with a small but constant stream of water and vitamins that would keep me going.

On the five-hour drive back to Minneapolis (which included, for the better part of an hour, a harrowing ice storm in which we counted twenty-two cars in the ditches and a Suburban flipped over on its roof and hood) I continued to sip my Propel water. Through that night I woke up and took gulps. On the flight home I bought two Gatorades once through security and kept drinking all the way to JFK Airport. (The people sitting next to me must have thought I was some sort of obsessive-compulsive Gatorade drinker. I kind of was, but only out of necessity.)

It's now been more than four days -- more than 100 hours or so -- since I've had any food. Strangely, I'm not hungry. Apparently my body, in this situation, is happy to take the hydration and vitamins and keep going. Now on Day Four I've gotten a little clumsy, and I feel like my abilities to quickly process thoughts and decisions has slowed, but I'm still hanging in there. I'm downing serious doses of antibiotics. The pain is manageable. I simply spend most of my time on the couch or in bed, sipping away at sports drinks.

On Friday I see a doctor. There are three options at that point: (1) Remain at home doped up on antibiotics and on a liquid diet, (2) check back into the hospital for continued observation and testing, or (3) go into surgery to see if they can resolve laparoscopically what's going on inside my abdomen.

For the moment it's time for Netflix movies, TiVo, and reading. Then some Berry Propel water and little white pills. Maybe a nap or two. If things get dramatically worse (a fever over 100.5 F or increased abdominal pain), I call an ambulance. But barring that I basically just wait things out until Friday's doctor visit.

So, um, those were my holidays. Hospitals and IVs and painkillers and doctors and nurses and machines, all with a side of extended family. The family part was great; the hospital stuff maybe not as much.

Hoping your holidays were better than mine,
Josh H.

December 25, 2007

Merry Christmas from Minnesota

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Photos by Josh K.

December 17, 2007

Happy Monday Morning from Chace Crawford

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Chacey-Poo is back on the market now that he ended things with Countryface Underwood.

What would you give to wake up next to him?

December 12, 2007

Josh & Josh (and Brooke!) Weekend: Juno, West Village, Fifth Avenue; Jack Mackenroth, Ingrid Michaelson, and The Joys of Milk

Last week Josh K.’s first-and-only girlfriend, Brooke, flew to New York from Minneapolis for a whirlwind four-day visit.

On Thursday night the three of us had dinner in Hell’s Kitchen and then took a night tour of Times Square. On Friday Brooke went on a shopping extravaganza while the Joshes worked. That night we met up in Union Square for dinner at Coffee Shop (yum!) before walking to Viniero’s in the East Village for inappropriately good dessert and warm liquor-infused winter drink concoctions. Afterward we went to the theater in Union Square to catch one of the sold-out showings of Juno.

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Juno is the story of a high schooler (the brilliant Ellen Page) who gets pregnant by her best friend (Michael Cera, Superbad) and plans to give her baby to a yuppy suburban couple (Jennifer Garner and Jason Bateman), and is what Josh and I call an instant classic. It’s funny, quirky, and moving in a subtle way. Ellen Page’s performance is a can’t-miss event. Get thee to a theater this weekend to check it out.

On Saturday we headed down to the West Village for brunch on Bleecker Street and, by popular demand, did the obligatory pilgrimage to 66 Perry Street, Carrie Bradshaw’s stoop. We did a little shopping and gobbled the required Magnolia cupcake in the oft celebrity-laden park across from the dessert hotspot.

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Later that night we went to see the new Broadway play August: Osage County. The show, set in one big, elaborate house set, follows the twists and turns of a very dysfunctional family (don’t they all?), and delivers quite a few surprises and great performances, especially in the second and third acts, one of which involves a dinner scene that outdoes anything you’ve seen on Springer (with words flying like daggers instead of the chicken wings and potatoes that usually soar through the air on Springer).

The New York Times called the play "flat-out, no asterisks and without qualifications, the most exciting new American play Broadway has seen in years."

Most people who visit New York want a good celebrity sighting, and that night we had three. Marg_helgenberger_csi First, while in line for the show, CSI’s Marg Helgenberger (Catherine Willows) stood in front of us and chatted with us. She looked great and was very low-key. Second, Jeff Perry, who plays Meredith’s dad, Thatcher Grey, on Grey’s Anatomy, was in the cast of August: Osage County (and was very good). Then, when the show let out, we were right next door to Cyrano de Bergerac, where Jennifer Garner was standing a few feet away from us signing Playbills and looking as dimply and fresh-faced as ever.

On Sunday we had brunch in Hell’s Kitchen and then braved the massive crowds on Fifth Avenue and did Bergdorf Goodman, Bendel’s, and the Rockefeller Christmas display, before settling in across the street at Dean & Deluca (right next to The Today Show) for hot chocolate and more dessert (because you can never have too much dessert, right?).

Josh and I love playing tour guide. After being here for a couple years it really is fun to see New York through the eyes of somebody who is newly in love with this city.

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Jack_mackenrothWhile at a birthday party in Hell’s Kitchen, at Xth Avenue Lounge, Josh and I spotted season four Project Runway contestant Jack Mackenroth. Apparently you can’t throw a stone in this city these days without hitting a PR contestant.

Also, Project Runway spoiler (close your eyes, close your eyes!): Jack leaves the show in tonight’s PR episode. See the dramatic health story unfold tonight on Bravo.

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Last night I saw the Off-Broadway show Things We Want at the Acorn Theater. A friend recommended it, and I saw a good(ish) review in New York, so I bought tickets. Directed by Ethan Hawke (I should have known at that point), the play follows three brothers with a sad past trying to get through life in New York, and features a mysterious and troubled girl who lives in their building who changes the course of their lives.

Paul Dano (Little Miss Sunshine, L.I.E.) was pretty good, as was Josh Hamilton (Alive, Broken English), but the show made the mistake countless plays make: They think that lots of scenes with people getting really loud and angry makes for good theater. When they’re well crafted and deftly handled (see: August: Osage County) it can be fodder for good theatrical times, but when it’s just yelling for yelling’s sake it’s a disappointment.

I’m not upset I saw it, but I would say that Things We Want is something that, in the end, we don’t really want that much.

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Something we do want, though, is Ingrid Michaelson and her fantastic album "Boys and Girls." A J&J reader tipped us off that we should give Ingrid a listen, and once we did we picked up the album and haven’t stopped listening to her since. Her music has been featured on Grey’s Anatomy, and I’d say the girl is on her way up. Also check out her songs "Overboard," "Breakable," and "Die Alone."

Below is a performance of her song “The Way I Am.”

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P.S. Is anyone else loving the hilarious user comments on Amazon.com’s listing for milk? Priceless. (Thanks Eric!)

December 09, 2007

A Great New Job and A New Apartment for Josh H.

For the last few episodes of this season on Grey's Anatomy there's been this whole thing about Meredith and Christina dancing around Meredith's house. They put on music, crank the volume, and dance together with abandon, their hair flying and attitudes unflagging.

I've watched these scenes with some degree of newly acquired New Yorker-style suspicion of displays of general joyful abandon. Oh please, who seriously does this stuff? It's cute on a TV show, but nobody does this. Seriously.

Well, um, I stand corrected.

Today, clad in undies and a t-shirt, I cranked up the music and danced my ass around my bedroom. Cheesy? Sure, probably. But whatever.

I get it now.

Why was I booty shaking? Oh, I don't know. Maybe because I got a new job and found an apartment in Hell's Kitchen for the next few months?

Oh yeah. Badass.

This new job thing has been on the radar for a little while now, but I've kept it quiet while I worked on making it a reality. This amazing junior editor position came open at a magazine one floor up from the magazine I'm working at now. And since the contract for my current position was up at the end of December, the timing couldn't be more fortuitous. After a whole lot of research and preparation and three great interviews, the magazine extended an offer that I immediately accepted.

So, get this: I landed a full-time junior editor position at a respected major national magazine (yep, on a newsstand near you), benefits and all, with a happy salary, starting after the New Year.

All I'm saying: People, this is what I came to this city to do, and I'm finally going to be doing it. When I first came to New York I didn't know how the hell I was going to make it happen -- I didn't know anybody, I had no business or magazine contacts, and I had taken something of a non-traditional route into the whole journalism world -- but now two years later, after a lot of hard work and a little bit of networking, it happened. I couldn't be more grateful or ridiculously pleased.

Oh, and that whole almost homeless debacle? Well, it's not the perfect solution, but it's a great one for now: On January 1st I'm moving to a nice apartment in the heart of Hell's Kitchen with two great roommates.

As with most good things in this city, I found the apartment through a friend of a friend. (Thanks Paul and Chris!) The room is actually pretty big and has two large windows. It's mine through March 1st, which gives me a lot more time to hunt down a new place. Apartment hunting in Manhattan around Christmas and New Year's is no treat (in a market that is already a serious non-treat), so extending my apartment search out a bit is something of a relief. And, in the meantime, I'll get to live in this great new place.

So, wow, holy shit: Sometimes this city really does help you out when you really need it most.

Today I cranked up the volume, put my arms in the air and shook my buns. And contrary to any other inhibitory instincts, I let myself have that moment of ridiculous abandon.

Everything's new in 2008. We're cleaning the slate and starting fresh.

I'm ready.

December 02, 2007

Josh H. and Christian from Project Runway's Season Four

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Though Christian, from Project Runway's fourth season, was at my apartment to romance my roommate, the three of us did get a chance to sit down and chat for a while in the living room.

Then, of course, somewhere along the line we busted out a camera. As it may surprise none of you, there was no objection to cameras and flashes and the taking of pictures. Some people do love the spotlight.

Do you like how I'm in my pajamas in the picture, too? I was sitting on the couch watching Grey's Anatomy when Christian and my roomie came through the front door. Surprise!

The rest, as they say, is history.