I was
cleaning up our break room when I came across The Last Book Party, a July novel from Karen Dukess. As the reading hoarder I can be, I wound up setting it aside for one last perusal before moving on. It had some bookseller love when it was published. So I tried it.
I know that I’m always supposed to be reading ahead, but like any number of readers in the publishing and bookselling world (including authors) who complain that reading, the thing we love that brought us to this industry, can sometimes feel more like work than pleasure. Sometimes it’s nice to read something that isn’t under deadline. There’s no Indie Next quote desired, the author isn’t coming. That said, I’m not sure I could handle reading a book that was out of print, unless my goal was to convince someone to republish it. So of course I turned my diversion into a blog post.
I know that I’m always supposed to be reading ahead, but like any number of readers in the publishing and bookselling world (including authors) who complain that reading, the thing we love that brought us to this industry, can sometimes feel more like work than pleasure. Sometimes it’s nice to read something that isn’t under deadline. There’s no Indie Next quote desired, the author isn’t coming. That said, I’m not sure I could handle reading a book that was out of print, unless my goal was to convince someone to republish it. So of course I turned my diversion into a blog post.
Here's the set up. Eve
Rosen is an editorial secretary at Hodder, Strike who has dreams of moving up
in the hierarchy. They read books off the slush pile, sometimes aloud to the
co-workers. The editorial folks are different from the publicity people; they
are introverted and don’t have progressive parties. I should note that when I
was in publishing, I don’t think there was much outside socializing between the
brains (editorial) and the money (sales, marketing, publicity). But it’s also
possible I just wasn’t invited. I should note that one of the recent attendees
at our book club worked in editorial and her closest friend was in publicity.
So every house is different.
In any
case, Eve* is passed over for a promotion and jumps ship to assist Henry
Grey, an old-school, Cape-Cod-based New Yorker journalist who has been working
on his memoirs for years. She first meets him through his son Franny, an
unbookish artist type with whom she has a dalliance, back when she was still in
publishing. But it turns out the connections are web-like. Franny’s roommate at
Choate is Jordan Grand, the hot young author that is Hodder, Strike’s big
property. Meanwhile, Henry Grey’s memoir languishes unedited in the drawer of
Malcolm his editor.
Henry
lives an artistic life with his spouse Tillie the poet, who worked for years in
Henry’s shadow, but now has a flourishing career. Their lives seem so exotic to
Eve, whose family may live nearby, but are world’s away in terms of this
insular world. And the season will all culminate in the Grey’s end-of-season
book party, a costume extravaganza where everyone comes dressed as book characters.
And did
I imagine that there’s a lot of secrets and withholding of information? Some
things are revealed pretty early, such as Jeremy Grand is actually Jeremy
Greenberg, who like Eve is just a middle-class Jewish kid, only he's from New Jersey.
Well,
you can only imagine what happens. The story is a bit of a play on the innocent
whose clumsy maneuverings crash down the intricate house of cards that the
other players have constructed. And it’s also a play on the mentor story, calling
to mind two novels from 2018, Lisa Halliday’s Asymmetry and Sigrid Nuñez’s The
Friend. I have this tendency when I’m reading to call out advice to the protagonist,
“Please don’t do this,” but they always do what I hope they won’t.
In a
way, the awful things that happen don’t destroy Eve
so much as jump-start her. When I hear authors offer advice to others, one
common refrain is “Read, read, read. Write, write, write.” And the thing about Eve
is that she is just having trouble with the latter, and is even called out for
it. But she has no such issues with the former, and that is one of my favorite parts
of The Last Book Party. I loved Eve’s voracious reading habit, and from
bookstores to libraries to flea markets, there were books everywhere. Classics
mix with popular fiction of the time; mixed in are a number of lost treasures. I
spent more than a few moments searching for the story behind obscure titles and
authors. I wouldn't mind talking books with Alva the librarian.
If there
were ever a book that demanded a reading list, this is one. So hereforth are
the books of The Last Book Party.
The
detective novels of Ngaio Marsh (17)
The
detective novels of P.D. James (17)
The
Thorn Birds, by Colleen McCullough (17)
MyAntonia, by Willa Cather (17)
I Capture
the Castle, by Dodie Smith (18)
Love in
Bloomsbury: Memories, by Frances Partridge (37)
Wuthering
Heights, by Emily Bronte (37)
Winesburg,
Ohio, by Sherwood Anderson (38)
A
Wreath for the Enemy, by Pamela Frankau (67)
Cape
Cod, by Henry David Thoreau (73)
The
Peterson Field Guide to Eastern Birds (Peterson Field Guide to Birds of Eastern
and Central North America, 73)
The
Encyclopedia of Ancient Battles, edited by Michael Whitby and Harry Sidebottom
(73)
World’s
Fair, by E.L. Doctorow (73)
Stones
for Ibarra, by Harriet Doerr (73)
Moby-Dick,
by Herman Melville (73)
The
Moonstone, by Wilkie Collins (73)
Rich
Man, Poor Man, by Irwin Shaw (73)
War and
Peace, by Leo Tolstoy (73)
I’ll
Take Manhattan, by Judith Krantz (84)
Harold
and the Purple Crayon, by Crockett Johnson (85)
Anna
and the King of Siam, by Margaret Landon (91)
Pygmalion,
by George Bernard Shaw (92)
Caddie
Woodlawn, by Carol Ryrie Brink (92)
Pride
and Prejudice, by Jane Austen (92)
Jane
Eyre, by Charlotte Bronte (92)
Marjorie
Morningstar, by Herman Wouk (93)
Exodus,
by Leon Uris (93)
The
Secret of the Old Clock, by Carolyn Keene (94)
Rebecca,
by Daphne Du Maurier (94)
The
Secret Garden, by Frances Hodgson Burnett (94)
Sweet Savage
Love, by Rosemary Rogers (94)
The
Robert McCloskey books (103)
The
novels of Dominic Dunne (113)
The
novels of Bret Easton Ellis (113)
Robinson
Crusoe, by Daniel Defoe (114)
Middlemarch,
by George Eliot (114)
Invisible
Man, by Ralph Ellison (114)
Scoop,
by Evelyn Waught (114)
Amelia
Bedelia, by Peggy Parish (114)
Zuleika
Dobson, by Max Beerbohm (114)
Snappy
Eats of 1932, by the Temple Sisterhood of Pine Bluff, Arkansas (114)
Gentleman
Prefer Blondes, by Anita Loos (114)
The
novels of Don Delillo (116)
The
novels of Thomas Pynchon (116)
Thy
Neighbor’s Wife, by Gay Talese (124)
Madame
Bovary, by Gustave Flaubert (139)
Anna
Karenina, by Leo Tolstoy (140)
Dr.
Zhivago, by Boris Pasternak (140)
Lolita,
by Vladimir Nabokov (140)
Take
Forty Eggs, by Basil Collier (152)
Eleanor
and Franklin, by Joseph P Lash (153)
Dracula,
by Bram Stoker (194)
The
Three Musketeers, by Alexandre Dumas (194)
Breakfast
at Tiffany’s, by Truman Capote (194)
The
Great Gatsby, by F. Scott Fitzgerald (194)
Winnie
the Pooh, by A.A. Milne (194)
The
Woman in White, by Wilkie Collins (196)
Goodbye,
Columbus, by Philip Roth (197)
Dangerous
Liaisons, by Pierre Choderlos De Laclos (198)
Bright
Lights, Big City, by Jay McInerney (205)
Sherlock
Holmes, by Arthur Conan Doyle (205)
The
Scarlet Letter, by Nathaniel Hawthorne (205)
Cross
Creek, by Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings (226)
Tourist
Season, by Carl Hiaasen (226)
The
novels of Edna Ferber (226)
The
novels of Fyodor Dostoyevsky (226)
The
novels of Sidney Sheldon (226)
Jonathan
Livingston Seagull, by Richard Bach
This book so feels like the end of summer, what with a lot of high schools already in session. Dukess's novel sort of feels like a bookend to John Glynn's Out East, a memoir about another publishing person out of his league in another summer resort community.
*I called the protagonist Eva in our email newsletter. It was a last-minute addition and we didn't proof thoroughly.
*I called the protagonist Eva in our email newsletter. It was a last-minute addition and we didn't proof thoroughly.
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