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Tuesday, February 11, 2014

The novel: not heading south, any time soon

shackleton man goes south Tony White reading his novel Shackleton's Man Goes South, which is being published by the Science Museum.

Tony White's last "traditional" novel was published by Faber in 2003 – that is, traditional in its form and distribution. Michael Moorcock, writing in the Guardian, said that Foxy-T, a story about call shops and kids in the East End of London, proved that the contemporary novel "has never been more alive". Its riot of street slang and Bengali-cockney idiom expressed the hybrid modernity of the contemporary city. But White's work since has been anything but traditional, and even more contemporary.

In 2012, White was invited by art producers Situations and Bristol city council to create "Missorts", an audiobook app for the centre of the city. It's triggered by GPS as the listener moves through the Temple Meads and Redcliffe areas. White collaborated not only with the council, but app developers, a composer, other writers, local libraries and a local church. It's a permanent public artwork, telling a story about the area, and was accompanied by a novella, Missorts Volume II, available as a paperback or free ebook.

Now the Science Museum has published a new book, and its first novel: Shackleton's Man Goes South. At heart a book about climate change, it's also, says White, "a kind of alternative history of publishing in extremis, examples of the apparent human necessity of finding new ways to tell and share stories, and how the future of writing, publishing and reading might need to be as much in the low-tech past as the hi-tech present".

Visitors to the museum's Atmosphere gallery can download the novel for free – as can anyone from its website. (Physical copies can be bought from the museum's shop too.) For White, these collaborations allow him to explore the possibilities of writing further, and see their effects more directly: "As the physical square footage of the traditional book trade diminishes, these commissions have given me the chance to engage directly with readers and to learn from them."


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Thursday, May 16, 2013

Actress Lauren Graham writes a 'girly' debut novel

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Lauren Graham, star of NBC's 'Parenthood,' says that she wrote a book of fiction, 'Someday, Someday, Maybe,' because it would be more fun than real stories.

Actress Lauren Graham has written a novel about an aspiring actress. (Photo: Stan Godlewski for USA TODAY)

Sunday, May 12, 2013

MYSTERIES: Edgar finalists for best novel

Thursday, January 3, 2013

TV's Dick Wolf tweaks approach for novel 'Intercept'

Dick Wolf, the creator of the Emmy-winning 'Law & Order' franchise is out with his first novel, 'Intercept.' (Photo: William Morrow)

Monday, October 8, 2012

Moehringer's novel cracks vault on robber Willie Sutton

J.R. Moehringer, author of the historical novel 'Sutton,' did a lot research on this Starbucks -- the site of a Mob shooting in 1957, when it was a barbershop. Dan Loh for USA TODAY

J.R. Moehringer, author of the historical novel 'Sutton,' did a lot research on this Starbucks -- the site of a Mob shooting in 1957, when it was a barbershop.

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J.R. Moehringer, author of the historical novel 'Sutton,' did a lot research on this Starbucks -- the site of a Mob shooting in 1957, when it was a barbershop.

NEW YORK -- The bloodstains are long gone. No historic plaque marks the spot where gangster Albert Anastasia, the boss of Murder Inc., was gunned down in a barber's chair in 1957.

But author J.R. Moehringer knows what happened here, in what's now just another Starbucks at the corner of 55th Street and Seventh Avenue in midtown Manhattan. But once, as he pictures it, "blood was splattered everywhere, bones and hair mixed up on the floor."

VIDEO: Author J.R. Moehringer talks 'Sutton'

Now, he says, "people are ordering their lattes, (annoyed) if they don't get their skim milk."

Moehringer learned about Anastasia's execution doing research for his historical novel, Sutton (Hyperion, $27.99, on sale Tuesday), about the legendary bank robber Willie Sutton.

In real life, Sutton, who died at 79 in 1980, was "one of handful of men to make the leap from public enemy to folk hero," Moehringer says, and "perhaps the most literate criminal in American history." (His FBI file noted that he "read classics.")

Sutton's connection to the 1957 shooting is complicated. And to Moehringer's surprise, the shooting also involves Moehringer's own mother. But first, a little background:

Moehringer, 47, is a former Pulitzer Prize-winning reporter for The Los Angeles Times and author of the best-selling 2005 memoir The Tender Bar, about growing up without a father but with a barroom full of father figures. Among the book's admirers was tennis star Andre Agassi, who got Moehringer to co-write his best-selling 2009 memoir, Open.

In 2008, at the height of the financial meltdown, Moehringer was seeking a subject for his next book. He got interested in banks as "the architects of the apocalypse" and says his anger at "unrepentant bankers" got him thinking about bank robbers.

That got him thinking about Sutton, an eighth-grade dropout who read Tennyson and Dante and stole an estimated $2 million from banks from the late 1920s to the early '50s. He escaped from three prisons, including New York's infamous Sing Sing, yet still spent nearly half his life in jail, which Moehringer says "gave him a lot of time to read."

Sutton, who was pardoned by New York Gov. Nelson Rockefeller on Christmas Eve 1969,

contended that he never carried a loaded gun. He was famous for saying, "No one gets hurt," and in retirement, he appeared in TV ads for a Connecticut bank, endorsing its credit cards. ("Now, when I say I'm Willie Sutton, people believe me!") He also wrote two memoirs, which, Moehringer notes, contradict each other.

One was titled Where the Money Was, which comes from Sutton's legendary quip. ("Why do you rob banks?" he was asked. "Because that's where the money is.") Sutton later said a reporter made up the quote, but as Moehringer says, "With Willie, you never know."

After a month of research, Moehringer realized the truth about Sutton's life was too elusive for a biography: "He was a trickster. Whatever he did, you'd end up with five versions of the truth to chose from."

So his book became a novel. Moehringer calls it "a deeply fictional work, set in a ruthlessly factual construct." He says he even hired a fact checker to help get the details right.

Nearly all of the novel's characters, including the rich Bess Endner, the love of Sutton's life and his first accomplice, are real people. But except in the case of court transcripts and other records, Moehringer invented their conversations. He says, "I blew air into the flames."

He also learned that it wasn't true that no one got hurt, as Sutton liked to say.

In 1952, five years after escaping from a Philadelphia prison, Sutton was spotted on a New York City subway by Arnie Schuster, a 24-year-old clothing salesman. He told police, who captured Sutton.

Three weeks later, Schuster was shot to death outside the Brooklyn home he shared with his parents. By all accounts, Moehringer says, "Arnie was a sweet, innocent kid."

Sutton was never directly implicated in Schuster's shooting, which Moehringer says remains one of "New York's biggest cold cases."

Later, Mob informant Joe Valachi said that Antastasia, who hated "squealers," ordered Schuster's killing. But that violated Mafia protocol against needlessly killing "civilians." And that, in turn, led to the Mob hit on Anastasia at the barbershop that's now a Starbucks.

A year into his work on the novel, Moehringer says he mentioned some of his research to his mother, Dorothy Moehringer, who, it turns out, knew all about Anastasia's murder.

"I was there," she told her surprised son.

Not exactly, but nearby. Seven years before Moehringer was born, Dorothy was a 19-year-old secretary at the offices of Columbia Records, around the corner from the barbershop.

One of her co-workers was in the barbershop when two gunmen entered. He escaped unharmed and ran back to work. Moehringer says his mother still vividly recalls "the terror in his eyes."

Moehringer's mother had never told him the story before.

"You think you choose the subjects of your books," he says. "But sometimes, in ways you don't know, the books choose you."

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Monday, May 21, 2012

New novel 'Home' brings Toni Morrison back to Ohio

OBERLIN, Ohio – At 81, Toni Morrison, who's won the Nobel Prize for her novels about the sorrows and joys of African-American life, has a new book and a new hip.

Toni Morrison, whose new novel is out Tuesday, is also one of 13 recipients of this year's Presidential Medal of Freedom, the highest civilian honor. By Thibault Camus, AP

Toni Morrison, whose new novel is out Tuesday, is also one of 13 recipients of this year's Presidential Medal of Freedom, the highest civilian honor.

By Thibault Camus, AP

Toni Morrison, whose new novel is out Tuesday, is also one of 13 recipients of this year's Presidential Medal of Freedom, the highest civilian honor.

Her 10th novel, Home (Knopf, $24), released Tuesday, features an angry and troubled black Korean War veteran in the 1950s. It's set mostly in Georgia, where Morrison has never lived. But it's brought her from her home in New York back to Ohio, where she was born and raised.

In an interview during a three-day visit to Oberlin College, she says that despite a hip replacement, her back is "problematic." Her diagnosis: "Two little discs seem to be engaged or something." She gets around by wheelchair or supported on the arms of others.

Her dreadlocked hair, tucked under a scarf, is gray, almost silver. But her voice remains strong. At Oberlin, where she previewed Home in March, Morrison has unconventional advice for the adoring and cheering students who fill all 1,200 seats in the college chapel:

"People say to write about what you know," she says. "I'm here to tell you, no one wants to read that, 'cause you don't know anything."

In 1989, Toni Morrison explained why she wrote Beloved, her Pulitzer Prize-winning novel inspired by a 19th-century black mother who killed her daughter rather than see her grow up enslaved:

“There is no place you or I can go, to think about or not think about, to summon the presences of, or recollect the absences of slaves; nothing that reminds us of the ones who made the journey and of those who did not make it. There is no suitable memorial or plaque or wreath or wall or part of skyscraper lobby. There’s no 300-foot tower. There’s no small bench by the road...And because such a place doesn’t exist…the book had to.”

Those words inspired The Toni Morrison Society, a group of scholars and fans, to begin The Bench by the Road Project. It places 6-foot-long metal benches with plaques quoting Morrison at sites important in African-American history.

In 2008, the first bench was placed on Sullivan’s Island, S.C., a point of entry for slaves. In 2009, the second was installed in the town square in Oberlin, Ohio, a stop on the Underground Railroad and an abolitionist stronghold before the Civil War. There are now six benches, with more planned.

“It’s never too late to honor the dead,” says Morrison. She loves the fact that even in an age of new museums about civil rights and slavery, “they are real, unpretentious benches. You can sit on them. And at my age (81), I’m always looking for a place to sit down.”

The students laugh. Morrison smiles and adds, "So write about something you don't know. And don't be scared, ever."

No contemporary novelist is more celebrated by both scholars and everyday readers. Her best-known work, Beloved, which won the Pulitzer Prize in 1988, was inspired by a real-life escaped slave who killed her daughter rather than return her to slavery. (Oprah Winfrey starred in the 1998 movie.)

In 1993, Morrison became the first black woman to win the Nobel Prize for Literature. No American has won since, which she can't explain, although she asks, "Philip Roth is still alive, isn't he?" (He is; the Nobel is awarded only to the living.)

She was born and raised in Lorain, an industrial city filled with immigrants from Poland or Czechoslovakia or, like her grandparents, from the South. It's 9 miles and a world away from the inviting college town of Oberlin.

As an honors graduate of Lorain High School (class of 1949), she says she could have attended Oberlin, which boasts on road signs into town of being the first college "to welcome male and female students of all races," starting in 1835.

"But Oberlin would have been too close to home," Morrison says. "Someone would have been telling me what to do."

Finding answers

Instead, she attended Howard University, the historically black college in Washington, D.C., where for the first time, she saw signs downtown separating "colored" and "white." And at Howard, she learned of the divisions among blacks, between poor and rich, between dark- and light-skinned, which would become themes in her novels.

Her own family was "poor," she says, "but we were never degraded." Her dad, who assumed "all whites were unredeemable," worked as a welder, among other jobs. Her mother, "the most non-racist person I knew," worked as a restroom attendant "so she could send me $5 a week when I was at Howard. Back then, that made a difference."

Morrison, who worked as an editor at Random House from 1967 to 1983, says she has followed her own advice to write about what you don't know: "I write to find out something. I write with questions in mind. 'What would it feel like if …' Or, 'What would happen if…' "

The plots are simple to construct, she says. "The characters are complex." She says they talk to her, like ghosts: "On a good day, they shut up and let me work."

In Home, told from multiple viewpoints, she does something she's never done before.

Her main character, Frank "Smart" Money, who harbors a terrible secret from Korea, talks back to the author, challenging what she knows and doesn't.

Money is summoned home to Georgia, to a "no-count, not-even-a-town place," to save his naive sister, Cee, who's been abused by a white doctor. That part of her plot was inspired by Harriet Washington's 2007 book, Medical Apartheid: The Dark History of Medical Experimentation on Black Americans From Colonial Times to the Present.

Morrison's novels, which often blend reality and myth, arise from her imagination and research. They are not autobiographical. One book she won't write is a memoir. She's canceled plans to do so after deciding, "A) I don't remember everything anymore, and B) as a subject to write about, I'm not that interesting to myself. I'm more interested in my imagination. Fiction is my place."

On Lorain, Obama, Oprah

That doesn't surprise Carolyn Denard, a dean at Emory University in Atlanta and president of the Toni Morrison Society, a group of 600 scholars and fans. "She has been so generous with her life story in appearances and in countless interviews," Denard says. "And she has now written 10 novels. She has always told me that everything we need to know about her is there — in the works."

Morrison doesn't discuss her 1964 divorce from Harold Morrison, a Jamaican architect she met at Howard. (As a single mother, she raised two sons. Ford, 50, is an architect in Princeton, N.J., where his mother used to teach. Slade was an artist and illustrator, who collaborated with his mother on several children's books and died in 2010 at 45 from pancreatic cancer.)

But in an interview, on a variety of topics, she's funny and biting:

Growing up in Lorain: "All those immigrants. I thought it was typical. It helped me feel comfortable in the world at large. There wasn't a ghetto sensibility."

Her mother: "Whenever a new place or store would open in Lorain, she would go just to check it out and see how we were treated. When the Dreamland movie theater opened, all the black kids sat on the left side. My mother deliberately made us sit on the right side. I was furious because my friends were on the other side. But my mother wanted to make a point."

President Obama: "As good as it gets … I think what drives some of his critics is not that he's black, but that he's such a smart, articulate black … and that causes all this vulgarity about his birth certificate or the Muslim thing." She's "thrilled" that she's one of 13 recipients of this year's Presidential Medal of Freedom, the highest civilian honor, and is eager to meet Obama for the first time at a White House ceremony to be scheduled soon.

E-books: She likes reading books on her iPad — to a degree. She recently found that Hilary Mantel's 2009 novel, Wolf Hall, set in Henry VIII's England, "was so good, I had to go buy the book book, or whatever it's called now. When I like a book, I want to add my notes. Exclamation points! And questions marks! I want to corrupt it with my responses."

•Her friendship with Winfrey: "I adore her. She sends me flowers every year on my birthday. She did what they said was impossible: She used TV to get people to read books." (Morrison says Winfrey's embrace of three of her novels, Song of Solomon, Paradise and Sula, did more for her sales than the Nobel Prize ever did.)

But no, Morrison hasn't urged Winfrey to revive her televised book club. "We stay friends because I don't ask her for anything. Everyone else does." (Winfrey likes to say that when she told Morrison she often has to reread parts of her novels to understand them, Morrison replied, "That, my dear, is reading.")

Home as a place: These days, it's mostly Morrison's riverfront house in Grand View-on-Hudson, N.Y., which lives up to its name, 20 miles north of Manhattan on the west bank of the Hudson. "I love the river. As a girl, I loved Lake Erie. There's something about water."

Home, her new novel, set in the '50s: "I wanted to rip the scab off that period. There's all this Leave It to Beaver nostalgia. That it was all comfortable and happy and everyone had a job. Oh, please. There was violent racism. There was (Joe) McCarthy. There was this horrible war we didn't call a war, where 58,000 people died."

The length of her new novel (just 147 pages): "Some reviewers say it's too short. They used to say my novels were too long. Someone called it a novella. What's the ella? It's a novel. The better I can do with less is more."

The reviews have been generally good: Entertainment Weekly (A-) and People (four stars) loved it, but The Los Angeles Times called it a "thin book with some beautiful writing."

The dedication page on Home reads simply "Slade," her son who died.

"Sometimes you just don't have any words," she says. "Sometimes, it's just clichés and tired old words, and there's nothing really to say."

After a long pause, Morrison adds two words about her son: "He knows."

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Saturday, March 24, 2012

‘Arcadia:’ A Novel That Grows On Readers

The main character in Lauren Groff's engaging novel, Arcadia, grows up to become a photography professor who knows that for most of his students, his classes are way stations into a hobby.

"But his job, as he understands it," Groff writes, "is to help his students see: to make them pay attention, slow down and appreciate what they're doing. This is something they can use in life."

In a way, that's what Groff does by way of lovely writing and memorable characters who are haunted by the past. She makes us slow down and pay attention to a story that at first doesn't seem promising.

Ridley "Bit" Stone, the generous and gentle professor, is the child of hippies. He grew up on a commune, which like most hippie communes, rose and fell on its own excesses

The premise seems predictable: how dreams of living "with the land, not on it" crash into economic reality and human foibles that are complicated by drugs and sex. And won't the children of childish hippies end up rebelling against their rebellious parents?

But Groff's novel grew on me from its opening, in 1968, and as it stretches, with periodic interruptions, into the future that is 2018.

The commune, Arcadia, in upstate New York, was once home to hundreds. Decades later, its demise is summed up by a neighbor, an Amish woman who knows the tensions between community and freedom.

"Too much freedom, it rots things in communities, quick," she says. "That was the problem with your Arcadia."

The story is told mostly from the perspective of Bit, who weighs three pounds when he's born in a hippie caravan.

At 6, he struggles to teach himself to read (which he does) and to understand the world that's Arcadia (that would take a lifetime). At 14, he sees the commune collapse. Internal struggles are more to blame than a violent police drug bust.

Decades later, he's teaching in New York, with a 3-year-old daughter. His wife, another child of Arcadia, has disappeared. And finally, in 2018, in a world threatened by an epidemic and global warming, Bit returns to Arcadia with his mother, who's dying, and his daughter, who's now 14.

But it's not so much the story as the storytelling that grabbed me. It builds on the talents Groff displayed in her 2008 debut novel, The Monsters of Templeton, which re-imagined the myths of the author's hometown, Cooperstown, N.Y.

In Arcadia, Bit thinks, his parents were once happy and he was happy as a child. Or was he?, he wonders and concludes, "Best to distrust this retrospective radiance: gold dust settles over memory and makes it shine."


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Friday, March 23, 2012

CNN's Sanjay Gupta writes his first novel, 'Monday Mornings'

ATLANTA – It's Monday morning and Sanjay Gupta is in surgery on the sixth floor of Grady Memorial Hospital.

Gupta by H. Darr Beiser, USA TODAY

Gupta by H. Darr Beiser, USA TODAY

The operating room is quiet except for the sucking, gurgling sounds associated with surgery, along with some background music requested by one of the residents. Let the Good Times Roll by The Cars blends into the Talking Heads' Take Me to the River, all while blood silently flows through tubes attached to the patient, a 24-year-old man who broke his neck in a car accident the night before.

Standing on two orange risers with an overhead spotlight beaming down onto his hands, Gupta and his team are decompressing the man's spinal cord as quickly as possible, pulling his neck into alignment and then fusing it back together.

An assistant repeatedly wipes blood from the surgical instruments Gupta hands back, a process that quickly turns the white cloth pink.

Two and a half hours later, Gupta's team declares the surgery a success.

Born: Oct. 23, 1969; age 42

Raised: In Novi, Mich., suburban Detroit. His parents moved from India to work as engineers for Ford Motor Company in the 1960s.

Education: B.S. in biomedical sciences at University of Michigan; M.D. from University of Michigan Medical School, 1993. Completed his residency in neurosugery at the University of Michigan Health System in 2000.

Family: Married wife, Rebecca, an attorney, in a lavish day-long Hindu ceremony in 2004. They have three daughters, ages 6, 5 and 2, and live in Atlanta.

Television: Joined CNN in 2001 as chief medical correspondent. Special correspondent for CBS News and 60 Minutes.

Other experience: Served as one of 15 White House Fellows, primarily as an advisor to Hillary Clinton in 1997-1998. In 2009 offered the position of Surgeon General by President Obama, but withdrew his name from consideration, citing family and career.

Books: Two non-fiction titles, Chasing Life (anti-aging advice, 2008) and Cheating Death (miraculous recoveries, 2010), both best sellers; and Monday Mornings, first novel, pubbing on Tuesday.

"Looks good," Gupta says while looking over one final X-ray. "We have to do a little bit of gardening, but it looks good."

"Trophies for everyone!" someone yells.

Most Americans know Gupta as CNN's Emmy Award-winning chief medical correspondent, the one with the shiny black hair and dazzling smile, a smile that is hidden this morning behind his blue surgical mask. And yes, he's a real neurosurgeon, not just playing one on TV. He practices at Emory University Hospital and is associate chief of neurosurgery services here at Grady.

He is also the author of his first novel, Monday Mornings (Grand Central, 304 pp., $24.99, on sale Tuesday), a book Gupta describes as a "peek behind the curtain" at what really happens in a hospital. There are chapters that are downright chilling, with surgeons operating on the wrong side of the brain, for instance. More on that later.

Keeping up with Gupta is not for the weak of heart, or the weak of anything.

Always on the go

Gupta, 42, operates four or fives times on any given Monday, or 200 to 250 surgeries a year on that day. He also operates every other Friday and sees patients on Thursdays. He starts making his rounds at 5:30 a.m. and rarely finishes before 8 p.m.

Then there's his gig at CNN, with frequent reporting junkets to medical emergency hot spots like Haiti (earthquake), Japan (tsunami), New Orleans (Hurricane Katrina) and Iraq (war).

And don't forget his attorney wife, Rebecca, and their three daughters, all under 7.

So, why not write a novel in your spare time? (The man is also training for a triathlon in Malibu, Calif., in September; he does pull-ups daily on a bar attached to his office doorway.)

Can a breakdown be just a commercial break away? Not likely, says Gupta's CNN producer, Ben Tinker.

"You won't see any meltdowns," he says. "In fact, you're not going to find anything. What you see is what you get."

A driven man.

Immediately after surgery, Gupta is in the physicians' locker room, changing out of his scrubs and into a long white lab coat bearing his name. He also pulls up his bold green and black striped socks, just one pair from a large collection for which he is famous around the hospital and at CNN.

"I have a split career," he says, "and living here makes it a lot easier than, say, in New York." In less than five minutes, he's pulling his wife's sporty Jaguar into the CNN parking lot, where, like Superman, he strips off his white coat and throws it into the car's back seat.

A fresh start

He is now Sanjay Gupta, reporter. He says he keeps his two lives — surgeon and TV star — separate, not wearing scrubs on TV, for instance. He joined CNN in the summer of 2001, recruited by then-CNN chairman Tom Johnson. He had never worked in TV before. His first big story: reporting on the 9/11 attacks from Ground Zero.

"I'm a reporter here," he says, once he's in CNN's massive newsroom. "I'm informed by my background, yes, but I'm pretty tough on myself. I make sure I've got it right. I feel good about what I do. We're diligent."

Between constantly checking his iPhone — he has four e-mail accounts — and wolfing down a burrito from Moe's Southwest Grill ("they're the best"), he chats in his CNN office about his life on the run and his new book, a project he has been working on "for a long, long time."

The book's title, Monday Mornings, refers to when physicians at "Chelsea General" in suburban Detroit gather for their weekly "Morbidity and Mortality" (M&M) meeting — a time to discuss and analyze what went wrong in recent surgeries, a private meeting Gupta says is held at most hospitals. That operation on the wrong side of the brain? It's discussed there. It's like going before a jury of your peers, not a fun outing for the erring physician.

"It's unsettling to surgeons to realize they're not infallible. Operating on the wrong side of the head? It happens," he says, adding that no one is harder on themselves than doctors.

Gupta compares the "what-went-wrong?" meeting to Monday-morning quarterbacking. "I like the idea that it's a new beginning. A fresh start. A mistake is how we learn. That's why I placed (the novel) on Mondays." (Gupta attends "Thursday" meetings at Emory.)

The idea for the book came from his years as a neurosurgeon. "I write things down a lot. I take a lot of notes. And then I realized there were some unbelievable stories there," says Gupta, who also realized many of them were about the relationship between physicians and their patients. "I wanted people to understand what happens in a hospital when there's a mistake. Bad things can happen to good people."

If you think this sounds like a good TV show, you're not alone. Shooting for Chelsea General, a TNT pilot based on Gupta's novel and starring Alfred Molina and Ving Rhames, begins this week. Executive producer is David E. Kelley (Boston Legal, Chicago Hope, Ally McBeal).

Gupta wrote much of his debut novel on planes: "It's kind of hard to do with three kids in the house." One time the story came so fast he wrote for almost 30 hours straight. "It was all there, and I wanted to get it out."

Having difficulty bringing his theme together early on, he decided to use the Monday morning meetings to bring the novel's five diverse surgeons together. He says he didn't show the novel to anyone for fear they would respond with the cliché "Keep your day job!"

Early reviews show he needn't have worried. Fellow author/physician Abraham Verghese, author of Cutting for Stone, sings the book's praises on Amazon.com. "Hospitals are, after all, Gupta's turf. His insights into the craft of surgery combined with vivid storytelling make Monday Mornings a gripping and wonderful read right down to the wire."

So how much is real?

Deb Futter, Gutpa's editor at Grand Central Publishing, echoes Verghese, praising Gupta for the way he blends medical facts and storytelling.

"Everyone is fascinated, and terrified, by what goes on behind the scenes at a hospital. Dr. Gupta's novel takes you right to the heart of the medical world," Futter says. "He manages to make the doctors real people with real problems and also marries medical information with a riveting plot."

Will his fellow physicians see themselves as those "real" people in these pages?

"The characters are from earlier stages of my life," he says, then concedes he employed "various personality aspects" of surgeons he has known. "But I didn't want to implicate anyone." (And there is no autobiographical character, he says.)

Another novel is not in the works. At the moment, Gupta is "toying around" with the idea of writing a book on memory. His two non-fiction books, Chasing Life (anti-aging advice) and Cheating Death (miraculous recoveries), were best sellers.

Unlike the solitary writer's life, being on TV has brought Gupta high-profile visibility both around the world and at home here in Atlanta. He and his wife are often interrupted on the rare evening they go out to dinner. Someone usually has a medical question for the good doctor.

TV has also made him a bit of a pinup boy. People magazine named him one of the "sexiest men alive" in 2003, something that still makes him laugh. "I was very amused by that. No one ever said I was the sexiest anything back in my hometown!" (He grew up in Novi, Mich., outside Detroit.)

And with that the handsome novelist/physician/father/triathlete flashes his famous smile and is off once again — back to the hospital, where at least three more surgeries await this afternoon. "There are some mornings I wake up and feel besieged," he admits. "But I'm incredibly lucky. Sometimes I have to pinch myself that I get to do all of this stuff."

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Wednesday, July 27, 2011

New Tom Clancy novel ripped from the headlines

By Craig Wilson, USA TODAY

You might as well be reading today's paper. Terrorism. Pakistan. Navy SEALS. They're all here in Tom Clancy and Peter Telep's Against All Enemies, which enters USA TODAY's Best-Selling Books list at No. 2. Clancy returns with a tale of a terrorist bombing in Pakistan which sends a former Navy SEAL into the mountains to uncover the culprits. But what he finds sends him halfway around the world to America's border. "Tom's novels have always been prescient, whether they were about technology or military tactics or geo-political maneuvering," says his editor, Tom Colgan. "(Here) he examines the unacknowledged war on America's doorstep, the bloody slaughter perpetrated by the Mexican drug cartels. Tom brings his unique Clancy twist to the story and warns us about the potential disaster a destabilized neighbor poses to the U.S."


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Classic novel 'Gone With the Wind' turns 75

ATLANTA — Margaret Mitchell called her tiny ground-floor apartment here on Peachtree Street in midtown "the dump." She had a way with words early on.

Visitors learn to dance the Virginia Reel outside the Margaret Mitchell House in Atlanta, where Gone with the Wind was written. By Erik S. Lesser, for USA TODAY

Visitors learn to dance the Virginia Reel outside the Margaret Mitchell House in Atlanta, where Gone with the Wind was written.

By Erik S. Lesser, for USA TODAY

Visitors learn to dance the Virginia Reel outside the Margaret Mitchell House in Atlanta, where Gone with the Wind was written.

The one-bedroom rental is so small the kitchen table is in the bedroom. But on a little oak table by the window in the corner of the living room she wrote one of America's great novels, Gone With the Wind, poking at the keys of her used portable Remington typewriter for 10 years.

The sweeping Civil War classic about Scarlett O'Hara, Rhett Butler and the destruction of the Old South turns 75 this month. Unlike Rhett, it appears we still give a damn.

The Atlanta History Center, which operates the Margaret Mitchell House, is celebrating with an exhibit, Atlanta's Book: The Lost 'Gone With the Wind' Manuscript (running Saturday through Sept. 5). The exhibit includes four of the novel's original chapters, among them the last, which Mitchell actually wrote first. Pages will be enlarged and displayed on the wall, including Scarlett's famous parting words: "After all, tomorrow is another day."

The original manuscripts are on loan from the Pequot Library in Connecticut, which obtained them in the early 1950s from the president of Macmillan, Mitchell's original publisher. While Pequot has displayed these chapters in the past, it was not clear until now what exactly the library had on its hands — a portion of the single, original typescript.

"Mitchell submitted only one version of the typescript document to Macmillan after her first rough draft, and that typescript had been rushed directly into production without any formal editing," explains Ellen Brown, co-author of Margaret Mitchell's 'Gone With the Wind': A Bestseller's Odyssey From Atlanta to Hollywood. "To have in hand any portion of that document is remarkable, and to have the final, iconic chapter — thrilling. It surely ranks among the most valuable literary artifacts in America."

Mitchell, a young newspaper reporter in Atlanta, wrote her novel twice. The first effort included incomplete rough-draft chapters, stuffed into dozens of manila folders. She then rewrote and edited the draft, adding new chapters, omitting original scenes, rearranging.

A Pansy by any other name

The original title: Manuscript of the Old South. Scarlett's original name: Pansy. And when filming of the equally famous 1939 movie began, Vivien Leigh had not yet been cast.

Mitchell's apartment is swarming with visitors this spring, including members of a chapter of the Red Hat Society from Roswell, Ga. Every last member put up her hand when asked who had read the novel. "Who hasn't?" someone yelled out.

Indeed, GWTW has been translated into 35 languages, selling hundreds of millions of copies worldwide over 75 years. It won the Pulitzer Prize, and by the time the movie version (which won eight Academy Awards) was released, the novel had already sold more than 2 million copies in 16 languages. Today about 75,000 copies are sold in North America annually.

Scribner (the current publisher) has come out with an $18 commemorative trade-paperback edition, featuring the book's original jacket image. It also includes an introduction by novelist Pat Conroy, who says his mother was so affected by the novel, she changed her middle name to Margaret.

Conroy writes that he owes a "personal debt" to Gone With the Wind and claims he became a writer because of it. "My mother raised me up to be a 'Southern' novelist, with a strong emphasis on the word 'Southern.'"

(Alexandra Ripley's Scarlett, the best-selling yet roundly panned 1991 sequel to the classic, is also being reissued in a commemorative edition.)

Seems everyone has a Gone With the Wind story.

Emily Donatelli, one of the visitors from Roswell, remembers seeing the movie as a little girl. "That was 72 years ago, and I remember it as if it were yesterday." She also remembers it was banned by the Roman Catholic Church because of Clark Gable's unforgettable "I don't give a damn" line.

"My mom still took me," she says. "I guess she couldn't get a babysitter."

Few are surprised the book became as popular as it did, even though Mitchell did little to promote it. She never went on a book tour, refused to give speeches and gave only a few interviews. (Mitchell died in 1949, at age 48, after being struck by a cab in Atlanta, without having written another book.)

"What do they say? It's a tale well told by a teller who tells it well," says Michael Rose, a vice president at the Atlanta History Center who is curating the manuscript exhibit. "In short, it's a good read."

While some critics have said it is not great literature, Mitchell is often praised for her storytelling. Early feminists liked the fact Scarlett was such a dynamo, but the book was, and still is, criticized for its racial stereotyping. Mitchell was stunned by the criticism, saying her black characters were the most honorable in the book.

The tale still captures imaginations. There are Facebook pages, Twitter postings, even a group of people who call themselves "Windies," rabid devotees of Scarlett, Rhett, Ashley and Melanie Wilkes and Scarlett's ancestral home, Tara. Some will no doubt show up the evening of June 12 for a planned Champagne toast at Mitchell's grave at Atlanta's Oaklawn Cemetery.

Mary Broscious, 39, of Elkridge, Md., calls herself a Gone With the Wind "freak."

She has watched the movie more than 40 times and is not sure how many times she has read the book. Dozens. The first time was when she was 12 and was handed "a very big book" she had never heard of. She didn't know then there was a movie, either.

"I've always been a Civil War aficionado," says Broscious, a project manager who organizes events for pharmaceutical companies. "And I like the romance side of it. Scarlett pulls me in the most. She's strong when women were supposed to be shy and retiring. She takes care of herself and her family. She breaks all the molds."

Treasures in the gift shop

Thousands of visitors a year stop by the movie room at the Margaret Mitchell House to watch a two-hour documentary on the making of the nearly four-hour Hollywood classic, which has been seen by more than 300 million people.

They also get to see the door to Tara, which is on display.

"We have a lot to tell people," jokes Joanna Arrieta, director of historic houses for the Atlanta History Center, who adds that some visitors stay for hours.

But it's often the house's gift shop where visitors linger the longest. (You can visit it without paying the $13 admission fee.)

Along with Disney's Mickey Mouse, Gone With the Wind was one of the first Hollywood products to be widely merchandised, according to Don Rooney, a Margaret Mitchell expert at the history center.

"They come in for the collectibles," says Michael Mims, who has worked in the shop for 12 years. Asian visitors spend the most, he says, often dropping more than $1,000 at a time. The communist governor of China's Hunan province said it was the only place he wanted to visit while in America in February. After the tour and shopping "he finally had to be told to leave by his people," says Brandi Wigley of the Atlanta History Center.

Among the gift shop treasures: a Scarlett wall plaque ($45); salt and pepper shakers in the shape of Scarlett's vanity and stool ($32); and appropriately for the "I'll never be hungry again" line, a Gone With the Wind lunchbox ($15).

?In a weak moment?

A four-minute video of Mitchell's friends and acquaintances talking about her will be shown during the exhibit. One jokes about her always typing.

"And she was!" says Rooney. Mitchell would often retreat to her tiny bathroom to continue writing even when guests stopped by.

In one correspondence she wrote what is now a classic Mitchell line — "In a weak moment I have written a book."

Most of the original reviews were favorable. Stephen Vincent Benét wrote in the July 4, 1936, Saturday Review of Literature: "Miss Mitchell paints a broad canvas, and an exciting one." The book also immediately became part of America's pop culture as the subject of a New Yorker cartoon that October.

Local historian Ann Boutwell, a docent at the Margaret Mitchell House for 12 years, gives an entertaining and lively tour through "the dump."

She mentions Mitchell's slight frame (4 feet, 11 inches), her disastrous first marriage, her philanthropy work, then throws in the fact that this proper and very private Southern woman once danced with bells attached to her corset.

She also begins a few of her remarks with "Frankly, my dear…" She knows there's a slight error in doing so. Mitchell's famous sentence uttered by Rhett Butler didn't include the word "Frankly." David O. Selznick added it for the movie.

Tara never had front porch columns, either.

Yet another Hollywood addition.

Mitchell did not approve.

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