World Turtle Day

There’s rubbish in the ocean now far from any land, Coca-Cola tins perhaps circling among the icebergs. If turtles have memories the beaches the old ones remember are not what they would find now. Perhaps the only decent thing would be a monster Turtlearium charging a proper admission, with turtle rides 10p and YOUR PHOTO WITH A SEA TURTLE 50p. Something has got to be whole in some way but my mind isn’t strong enough to work it out.

—Today is World Turtle Day, and we would like to commemorate it with a short passage from Russell Hoban’s Turtle Diary, which goes on sale June 11th. The two main characters in the book—Neaera H and William G—think a lot about turtles. But they also are prepared to take action.

Happy Birthday Arthur Conan Doyle! My Imaginary Brooklyn hunted down this old cover and illustration from The Exploits and Adventures of Brigadier Gerard. Yes that’s Napoleon, Gerard is one of his (fictional) officers. If you’re a Flashman fan you need to read this book (George MacDonald Fraser wrote the intro to our edition and was heavily influenced by it). 

Jan Morris: Travels Round My House

Truly surprising, and much more entertaining, was … Jan Morris: Travels Round My House which … took us to Morris’s home, a converted barn in the remote countryside of north Wales, looking for objects that might explain the conundrums of her complicated personality. Why, for instance, does she keep a gravestone below stairs, etched ready and waiting for erection once she’s dead and gone?

—Kate Chisholm, The Spectator

Listen to Jan Morris: Travels Round My House at the BBC
Jan Morris at NYRB Classics

Not Writing It Down

“Aren’t you going to write another book?”

Then under that severe gaze of his that demanded the full truth, it just burst out of me. “I? No. Let me tell you why. As a little boy I often went on school trips. The trips were a lot of fun, but then the next day our teacher assigned us a composition on the subject, ‘Our school trip.’ And when we came back from summer vacations we always had to write a composition: ‘How I spent my vacation.’ And even after Christmas, there was a composition: ‘Christmas.’ And in the end it seemed to me that I experienced the school trips, Christmas, the vacations, only so that I could write a composition about them. And all those writers who were in the concentration camp with me, who escaped with me, it seems to me that we lived through these most terrible stretches in our lives just so we could write about them: the camps, the war, escape, and flight.”

—The unnamed protagonist of Anna Seghers’s Transit isn’t really a novelist, he’s just masquerading as one. But even so, he rejects the idea of living only in order to capture the experience in writing. The wonder of this passage is that Seghers herself wrote Transit while in exile in Mexico, having only just fled the Nazis via Marseille. What did she think of her fellow writers? What did she think of her own borrowing from experience?

theparisreview:

“It has been said of Ulysses that, were Dublin ever obliterated, the city could be substantially rebuilt by consulting its pages. Along these lines, if all Europe were, God forbid, laid waste tomorrow, one might do worse than attempt to recreate it, or at least to preserve some sense of its historical splendor and variety, by immersing oneself in the travel books of Patrick Leigh Fermor.”

Part one of a visit with the British writer, scholar, and soldier.

Pictured: Patrick Leigh Fermor, center, with members of the General Heinrich Kreipe Abduction Team: Georgios Tyrakis, William Stanley Moss, Emmanouil Paterakis, and Antonios Papaleonidas.

Decades Later And Across An Ocean, A Novel Gets Its Due →

NYRB Classics series editor Edwin Frank was interviewed, along with Anna Gavalda, by NPR’s All Things Considered, about the amazing success John Williams’s Stoner is enjoying throughout Europe.

Early Praise for Hickory

What is this story about?
Carter: A mouse. Nothing really happens to the mouse.
Holland: He gets his toes pinched by a booby trap for mice!

What is your favorite thing about the book?
Carter: The beginning where he goes outside.
Holland: Hop. She’s a grasshopper.

What will happen to Hop if the frost comes?
Holland: She would get killed.
Carter: She will die.

So what did they do?
Holland: Find a place to get warm.

Where was that?
Holland [with big eyes]: Nowhere.

Should people read this book?
Carter: Yes. It helped me feel good.
Holland: Yes. Because it’s fun. Every part.

The Kids of Mookse and the Gripes kids review our latest Palmer Brown book, Hickory, and it is adorable.

And! Hickory is also on sale at the moment for just over $10.

Jessica Mitford (whose superpower was muckraking) and Wonder Woman!

Thanks to Anna of dudguacamole.tumblr.com for sending in this fitting duo.

Do you have a picture of one of our books with coffee or tea (and now that summer is on us, we’re allowing iced beverages as well)? Send them to this address and we’ll post them here (making you an honorary member of the Classics and Coffee Club.)

Book Club Members Unite!

Hey @nyrbclassics - I was reading Turtle Diary in cafe in NYT building & stranger came up & said: “Ah, the NYRB book club!” Fans everywhere!

— Levi Stahl (@levistahl) May 17, 2013

Proof that signing up for our subscription book club is an excellent way to meet like-minded strangers. If you sign up by June 15 (2013) you will get Russell Hoban’s Turtle Diary (and a free copy of Manchette’s Fatale as a bonus).

Hickory and Hop

“The grasshopper’s name was Hope, so Hickory called her Hop for short. Together they went exploring, and they discovered the sweetness of blackberries and the sharpness of sassafras twigs. They learned useful things—that chicory is bitter, but sorrel only sour. And they learned useless things too—that the track of a snail is silver winding through the grass, but the light of a firefly is green gold melting in the air.”

We’ve just republished Palmer Brown’s beautiful story about friendship, time, and wildflowers, Hickory.

“I tried Ivy Compton-Burnett when I was 20, and it didn’t take. I thought, ‘She can’t actually write.’ I came back six years later, and couldn’t stop reading her; no 20th-century novelist is closer to my heart.”

— Hilary Mantel on Ivy Compton-Burnett and other writers she feels sympathetic or antipathetic to (Henry James is out, Alice and William in) in the New York Times’s “By the Book” column

myimaginarybrooklyn:

“Alfred Hayes (1911–1985) was an American journalist, poet, screenwriter, and novelist. Having served in Italy during World War II, he stayed on to co-write several classic Italian neorealist films, including Roberto Rossellini’s Paisà and Vittorio De Sica’s Bicycle Thieves, as well as to gather material for his two most popular novels, All Thy Conquests and The Girl on the Via Flaminia (the basis for the 1953 film Act of Love, starring Kirk Douglas). In the late 1940s he went to work in Hollywood for Warner Brothers, RKO, and Twentieth Century-Fox, where his screenplays included Clash by Night, A Hatful of Rain, The Left Hand of God, and Joy in the Morning. His later novels included In Love, My Face for the World to See, and The End of Me.”

The wonderful Athenaeum bookstores in Amsterdam and Haarlem (and online, too) are offering special discounts on NYRB Classics. And they’ve dressed up their window in our honor. Dank je wel, Athenaeum!

“Kafka on the shores of occupied France”

Though it was originally published in the ‘50s (and this month, newly translated by New York Review Books Classics), the absurdity of Transit makes it feel timeless — like it exists outside of any real time or place. But that’s the haunting part: Transit is a very real story, based on Seghers’s own experience as a German Jew trying to flee France. The result is a darker Catch-22. There’s a sense of dread and hopelessness that pervades the novel. Marseilles becomes a state of existential limbo. The narrator is uncertain what to do while he waits. Should he keep chasing women? Have another drink? Does he even want to leave, if the destination might just mean more waiting?

—A review of Anna Seghers’s Transit in Grantland (a blog that means more to some than others) by Kevin Nguyen. Transit is also a literary thriller in the vein of Robbe-Grillet, and this new translation (we hope) brings it to the attention of all fans of twentieth century European literature.

In a word, man must create his own essence: it is in throwing himself into the world, suffering there, struggling there, that he gradually defines say what this man is before he dies, or what mankind is before it has disappeared.

Existentialism: A Clarification,  from We Have Only This Life to Live.