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BAND July Discussion: What’s Your Favorite Type of Nonfiction? post image

Hey all! Welcome to the first discussion topic hosted by BAND, the Bloggers’ Alliance of Nonfiction Devotees. Each month a new blogger will host a discussion related to nonfiction, and all bloggers (regardless of how much or how little nonfiction you read) are welcome to participate.

Like fiction, nonfiction isn’t a monolithic term. Just like there are sub-genres or types of fiction (literary, women’s, mystery, thriller, horror, the list goes on), nonfiction has many varieties too. There’s creative nonfiction, essay, travelogue, self-help, biography, memoir, and more. With so many types of nonfiction (as well as topics covered), there are nonfiction options for everyone. With that in mind, this month’s question is a simple one:

What is one of your favorite types of nonfiction to read? OR What is one of your favorite nonfiction topics to read about?

Once you write up a post on the topic, leave a link in the Mr. Linky below. At the end of July I’ll post a wrap up of the different types of nonfiction we love. And right below the Mr. Linky is my answer to this question.

 

Stunt Memoirs: The Candy in My Nonfiction Diet

While I wouldn’t say that stunt memoirs are necessarily my favorite type of nonfiction, I have to admit a soft spot for books that Creative Nonfiction terms “Look What I Did for a Month/a Year/Until I Couldn’t Stand It Another Minute” stories. In these memoirs, the author decides to do or not do something for a length of time, then chronicles what they learn (or sometimes don’t learn) in a book.

candy The idea of stunt journalism (sometimes called immersion journalism) has a long history. You might be able to take it all the way back to George Orwell — for his memoir Down and Out in Paris and London, Orwell took a job as a dishwasher at “Hotel X” in Paris, then as a chef’s assistant in a new restaurant, and finally decides to be a tramp on the outskirts of London exploring life for the downtrodden. Sounds a lot like a more recent example — Barbara Ehrenreich’s Nickel and Dimed, perhaps?

Stunt memoirs cover just about every topic imaginable. In The Year of Living Biblically, A.J. Jacobs spends a year living life following all of the tenants of the Bible as close to the letter as possible. In The Happiness Project, Gretchen Rubin spend a year working on simple ways to make herself happier. In Moonwalking With Einstein, Joshua Foer spends a year working to become a memory champion. And Stefan Fatsis, he’s a favorite. In Word Freak he spends a year becoming a champion Scrabble player, and in A Few Seconds of Panic he tries to become a professional football player.

As much as I love them, I think of stunt memoirs as the candy in my reading diet because they don’t demand a lot from me. Quite often they’re very easy reads — the writing is usually clean and the stories are entertaining without expecting that I think too much. They don’t often present huge moral quandaries or ethical dilemmas to consider (Nickel and Dimed may be an exception to that one). And while I usually learn something when reading a stunt memoir, most serious takeaways end up being incidental to the sheer entertainment factor in reading these stories.

That said, it does take some skill to pull off a good stunt memoir. It’s important for me to feel like the author actually experienced some sort of significant change during their experiment or that they took the stunt seriously. This doesn’t mean the stunt itself has to be serious, just that the author invested themselves into doing it well. If the story feels like a gimmick, like the author wrote the book entirely because they got an advance to do so, I get turned off. The author also needs to be a good character — there’s no point in reading about someone doing something crazy if that person doesn’t seem like fun.

One recent stunt memoir I was disappointed with was Up for Renewal by Cathy Alter. In the book, Alter spends a year following the advice she gets from women’s magazines, ranging from everything to cooking to organization, relationships to sex. However, it never feels like Alter truly learns anything from the experiment, and her life only improves because of a relationship she gets into soon after the stunt starts. The magazine experiments seemed random and half-hearted, which is disappointing in a stunt memoir.

I’m not going to start reading only stunt memoirs, but when I need a break or just want to read a good story, this is the genre of nonfiction I usually turn to. I love reading about people who try new things and use those experiences to teach me about things I didn’t know I wanted to learn about. Stunt memoirs seem to be all the rage right now, and I for one am glad to keep reading them (in moderation, of course).

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Introducing the Bloggers’ Alliance of Nonfiction Devotees! post image

Awhile ago I made an allusion to a super awesome project I was working on with a few other bloggers after BEA, which I’m excited to finally talk about. A group of bloggers and I have decided to found BAND — the Bloggers’ Alliance of Nonfiction Devotees — a group to celebrate the awesomeness of nonfiction.

The idea came up at BEA when a group of us were talking about how we wished there were more bloggers writing about nonfiction, since we all love it so much. Since I always need new projects to work on (sarcasm!), we decided to form a group that would be “advocates for nonfiction as a non-chore,” a slogan coined by Ash (English Major’s Junk Food). Ash also designed the logo, which is fantastic.

The other bloggers who’ve been working on the idea include Cass (Bonjour, Cass!) who came up with the name of the group, Amy (Amy Reads), Joy (Joy’s Book Blog), Kit (Books are my Boyfriend), and Anastasia  (Birdbrain(ed) Book Blog).

Right now, we envision BAND as a monthly online discussion organized like a blog carnival. Participants will take turns hosting the discussion each month by posting a topic/question on their blog that others will respond to in posts, linking back to the original (very similar to how other memes and carnivals work). We’re hoping these topics will bring more attention to nonfiction and prove that reading it can be awesome. Eventually we want to do more, but this is what we’re working on for now.

The first discussion topic will be posted here tomorrow, and we’ll put a link to it on our Tumblr, which is the home base for the group. You can follow us there to keep updated. If you don’t have a Tumblr, you can also follow the blog using RSS in a feed reader.

Anyone is more than welcome to participate — whether you’re a regular nonfiction reader or someone who just occasionally picks up a memoir or the big nonfiction title — we want a range of perspectives and thoughts on what makes nonfiction great. Feel free to leave any questions in the comments or e-mail me directly.  I hope you’ll stop back tomorrow and/or follow our website and join in on our discussion!

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The Sunday Salon.com Oh, Sunday, here you are again. While I’m happy to be here at my computer, drinking tea and eating cherries (well worth the $9 I spent on them at the grocery store yesterday), I’d rather be where I was last Sunday about this time — sitting on a beach chair with a book and a view of the lake.

I spent last weekend at my family’s cabin for the fourth of July, and it was awesome. I finished three books over the four-day trip, went swimming, ate delicious food, and got to spend an entire afternoon cruising around the lake on a boat, alcoholic beverage in hand.

The only downside of last week was that I spent most of the vacation with my arm in a splint… boo. A couple days before we left for the lake, I did a new exercise class at the gym I joined. The next day my entire body was super sore, but I didn’t think much of it. But on the drive up to the cabin on Friday, I noticed that my left arm looked a little swollen. When we got to the cabin, my mom took a look at it and said something might be wrong. We put ice on it and I took some ibuprofen, but the next day the swelling was worse. My mom drove me into a little medical clinic close to the cabin where they looked at it, took some x-rays, and told me that I had a possible stress fracture in my forearm. Yikes!

Because they weren’t sure — there wasn’t a radiologist working over the weekend to read the x-ray — they fitted me up with a couple ace bandages and a pretty giant splint and sent me on my way. Luckily, I could take it off to do some fun things like go swimming, but the diagnosis put a cramp in my plans for tubing and wake-boarding and other water sports.

I had to wear the splint until Wednesday when I finally got a call back from the clinic saying that it wasn’t actually a stress fracture — thank goodness! — but that I did need to be careful because of the tissue damage the doctor saw. That was a huge relief; typing one-handed at work and and home for the early part of the week was truly frustrating. But, all’s well that ends well, I suppose. No stress fracture, and I’m back in action.

But even with the split, I still had a great vacation and got a ton of reading in. I didn’t realize how much I needed to just spend some time in books, ignoring all the things and people around me as a way to just settle for a little bit. I had a couple friends and my boyfriend with, but I’m afraid I was a terrible hostess because I spent so much time reading. While up there I finished:

  • Up for Renewal by Cathy Alter, a “year in the life” memoir about a woman who spends 365 days following all the advice she reads in women’s magazines. While I normally love stunt memoirs, this one felt really shallow and I didn’t like the narrator very much at all, which was a bummer.
  • The Girls of Murder City by Douglas Perry, which is a nonfiction account of the women that inspired the play and musical Chicago. This one was straight-up awesome — well-researched, really fabulously drawn characters, and a cool way to revisit what life was like in Chicago during this time.
  • The Help by Kathryn Stockett, which just about everyone has already read. My sister and I are reviewing this together for our sisters book club — I think we’re doing a vlog when she comes to visit next weekend — but in short, it was awesome. This book deserves all the hype it’s gotten.

Since I’ve been home, I only finished one book, Paul Farmer’s Haiti: After the Earthquake, which I also enjoyed a lot. The book is a collection of first-person accounts of what life was like for doctors, administrators, and some Haitian citizens in the year after a 7.0 magnitude quake hit near the country’s capitol. I’m reviewing it for our local newspaper, so I’ll put up a link once the review goes online.

Today I’m planning to keep reading Sex at Dawn: The Prehistoric Origins of Modern Sexuality by Christopher Ryan and Cacilda Jetha, which, so far, is pretty great. The authors have a fabulous sense of humor, so they’re able to make potentially dry topics like evolutionary theory quite memorable. I mean, who doesn’t want to read a book that notes,

A fig leaf can hide many things, but a human erection isn’t one of them.

How funny is that (and bring on the spam comments!)? Anyway, this is getting pretty darn long, and I should, you know, get things done this morning. Happy Sunday!

What are you reading today?

P.S. I almost forgot: Friday was my birthday! I turned 25, which is awesome but also seems weird. I had a great birthday though — afternoon margaritas with some friends and co-workers, then dinner (bacon mac and cheese pizza, yum!) and dessert with some others. It was exactly what I wanted 🙂

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Off the Stacks: ‘The Steal: A Cultural History of Shoplifting’ by Rachel Shteir post image

Off the Stacks is a weekly-ish feature where I highlight a nonfiction book I’m curious about but will probably run out of hours in the day to actually read. I’m hoping that by highlighting titles this way, I can encourage other people to give the book a try, and, if it’s great, consider nominating it later this year for the Indie Lit Awards. Consider these books stamped with the “Sophisticated Dorkiness Seal of Curious Approval.”

The StealTitle: The Steal: A Cultural History of Shoplifting
Author: Rachel Shteir
Publisher: Penguin Press
Nonfiction Type: History, cultural studies
Topics Covered: The law, shoplifting, petty crime, Winona Ryder, psychology

What It’s About: Shoplifting, says Shtier (via reviewer Rachel Syme), is one of the many “activities we all think about but never discuss,” exactly the kind of taboo subject I like to read about in nonfiction. The statistics about shoplifting shared in Syme’s review of The Steal are pretty startling:

  • Retail losses due to shoplifting have risen 8.8 percent since the start of the Great Recession.
  • American families pay the highest “crime tax” in the world (the money each family “loses to theft-related price inflation”).
  • Shoplifting a $5 heirloom tomato from Whole Foods means the store needs to sell $166 to deal with the loss.

Why I Want to Read It: I love nonfiction that specifically addresses the kinds of questions we want to ask but can’t find the answers too, and stealing fits well into that category. I also enjoy books that combine psychology and history to explore current cultural trends and issues, which it sounds like this book might do.

Who Else Might Like It: Psychology aficionados, aspiring criminals, true crime readers, fans of celebrity scandals

Reviews: NPR | Los Angeles Times | New York Times |

A Bonus Book

A book coming out in paperback this week also grabbed my attention — Brilliant: The Evolution of Artificial Light by Jane Brox. Brox is the author of a memoir I really enjoyed about returning to her family’s farm to help her aging parents. I loved her prose in that book, and since I’m currently writing an article about how lightbulbs work for my day job, this book caught my fancy despite how idiosyncratic the topic seems.

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Review: ‘Let the Great World Spin’ by Colum McCann post image

Title: Let the Great World Spin
Author: Colum McCann
Genre: Fiction
Year: 2009
Acquired: Bought
Rating: ★★★★☆

Review: Let the Great World Spin starts with a moment: a man, standing 110 stories up on the edge of one of the Twin Towers at the World Trade Center.  Across New York, people from all walks of life are being impacted by this single event, and their connected yet separate stories are what make up the narrative of this book.

I’ve wanted to read Let the Great World Spin since I heard about it in 2009. I’m in love with interconnected narratives, so this book seemed right up my alley, and for the most part it absolutely was. I feel like reading these connected short story type narratives is a puzzle, and that it takes an active reader, reading carefully, to pull everything together.

My favorite parts of the book were the sections I read first — I had time to really sit down and invest in the book. As I moved on, I could only read in snatches, which made the connected parts harder to piece together. I found myself forgetting characters or plot points or the moments of intersection, which I think took away from my reading experience. That’s not really a problem with the book, other than perhaps McCann could have been more explicit about the relationships… or I was just reading badly.

Even so, I really enjoyed the book as a whole. McCann has a lot of very different characters — an Irish priest, a prostitute and her daughter, a Park Avenue mother and a mother from a less-desirable place, the tightrope walker, a city judge, a nurse and her children, an artist and her boyfriend… and others, who all have some space in the book for their story. It’s hard, at first, to see how these people — from such wildly different places — are going to come together, but I thought the way it did was satisfying even if I was having a hard time pulling all the threads together.

Clearly, my brain is still on vacation, mixing metaphors about puzzles and strings to try and describe this book. In an interview at the end of my paperback edition, Colum McCann sums up I think the best part of the book, the way his different stories come together to form a portrait of a place by telling the story of it’s people:

I wanted it to be a Whitmanesque song of the city, with everything in there — high and low, rich and poor, black, white, and Hispanic. Hungary, exhausted, filthy, vivacious, everything this lovely city is. I wanted to catch some of that music and slap it down on the page so that even those who have never been to New York can be temporarily transported there.

Other Reviews: Caribousmom | The Literate Housewife Review | She Is Too Fond of Books | Beth Fish Reads | S. Krishna’s Books | My Friend Amy | Jenny’s Books |

If you have reviewed this book, please leave a link to the review in the comments and I will add your review to the main post. All I ask is for you to do the same to mine — thanks!

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