Happy New Year. May it be the best one yet!
But first, a cute game: Where Is 2012?
"Puppet wrangler? There weren't any puppets in this movie!" – Crow T. Robot
“Pretty Good Year” by Tori Amos
If you include books I read for work, some of which I truthfully read in manuscript form last year, and if you include a healthy number of graphic novels, I read just shy of 100 books this past year.
Which ones stand out now more than the others? Kevin Brockmeier’s The Illumination. Adam Gopnik’s Paris to the Moon. Art Spiegelman’s Maus. Jeff Smith’s Bone series. Jedediah’s The Manual of Detection. Tina Fey’s Bossypants. Jennifer Egan’s A Visit from the Goon Squad. Anne Lamott’s Bird by Bird. Paul Harding’s Tinkers. And, of course, Lev Grossman’s The Magicians, for all the wrong reasons. But I’ve stopped being angry about that, honest.
I’m more than a little disappointed that I didn’t read much of anything these past couple of weeks, which all too often seems to be the pattern when I’m on vacation, but I’m going to try to up that number next year.
Then again, it’s not all about quantity; inspired, in part, by this Studio 360 segment, I’ve decided to re-read a certain number of books in 2012. I’m thinking maybe five or six, which seemed like a more reasonable number than my original plan of twelve, one for every month. I’ve always been vaguely jealous of people who, every year or so, curl up with an old favorite book once again, and I already have some titles in mind for doing just that in 2012.
I saw 59 movies in 2011. I’ll probably see at least one or two more before the year, and my vacation, is up. The best of them? Touch of Evil. True Grit. The Social Network. Green for Danger. The Fighter. The Third Man. All About Eve. Though, really, only a few movies I saw this year were truly awful. (I’m looking at you, Clash of the Titans.)
Musically, it was a really good year, and like always I had a tough time putting together my “best of the year” mix. But put it together I finally did — a couple of weeks ago, actually, so I could mail some copies out for the holidays — and here it is:
I’m not entirely pleased with some of it, particularly in the second half. (It’s more or less chronological, and I’ve had less time to live with some of those later songs.) I also can’t believe I left off Adele’s “Rolling in the Deep”, which really was one of my favorites from the beginning of the year, despite how inescapable the song has become in the months since. I try not to fault an artist her success, and I’m always weirdly amused on those rare occasions when my tastes match up with top 40 radio.
An unexciting day, one spent mostly finishing putting together the Kaleidotrope website in preparation for its launch on Sunday. I think it’s finished. I mean, all the content is there, and there’s a forum that I hope people will use to comment on the stories and poems, but it will be an interesting learning process. I have another issue coming out in just another four months, so we’ll see.
Oh, and I need artwork. I’m open again to submissions on Sunday as well, but artwork and nonfiction are probably the only things that could squeeze into an issue this year. (Don’t let that deter you, fiction writers and poets: January 2013 is right around the corner!) Send submissions to kaleidotrope at gmail dot com, and feel free to pass the word along!
Beyond that, just winding down the vacation — and along with it the year. Where did both of those things go?!
“Ain’t it Strange” by Dr. Dog