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In the New York Times books blog, paper cuts, Rachel Donadio has a nice obituary reminiscence about Matthew J. Bruccoli, the Fitzgerald expert, who wrote many many volumes on F. Scott,, particularly about his time in Hollywood.

In high school I was a Fitzgerald fanatic, and wrote a big senior essay on Fitzgerald (although I can't recall what the paper was about). I do recall reading many of Bruccoli's books, or the books he edited. I also recall a visit to Princeton's archives where I was able to actually look at handle Fitzgerald originals including his diary.
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Lowell, Mass is famous for many things including its history as a factory town where many young women worked and who fought hard for decent work conditions and a union.
However, the first thing that comes to mind for me when you say Lowell is that it is the place where Jack Kerouac was born and where he was buried.
Two summers ago, while driving across Massachusetts, I saw the Lowell sign and told my family that I wondered if it was possible to visit Kerouac's grave. We pulled over at a visitor's bureau office by the side of the highway and before I could even complete my question I was handed a map to Kerouac's grave. Turns out it's something of a pilgrimage place for many people.
I also seem to recall that when Dylan launched his Rolling Thunder tour there was a ceremony led by Allen Ginsberg at Kerouac's grave.
    The cemtery where Kerouac is buried is a five minute drive from the highway. When we got there, we found that visitors before us had left messages, bottles of wines, matches, and other. I sat down among the detritus and communed for a bit with the spirit of "p'tit jacques" as his mother called him, the poet of "on the road" and "the dharma bums' who led so many writers on a wild exploration of automatic writing.
My family was kind enough to indulge me in this request and I have the photo to show for it.

This year's Salon du livre honored Israeli literature on the occasion of Israel's 60th anniversary, a choice, that became controversial with Arab and Muslim countries threatening to boycott, with Israeli writers threatening to boycott because of the controversy and with the bookfair going off quite well, until a fake bomb threat was called in at the end of the event. Lauren Elkin shares her experience of the Salon on the NBCC blog, Critical Mass

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Richard Price has sold movie rights to "Lush Life" to Scott Rudin/Miramax. Price will write the screenplay.

Edward Rothstein's essay on public libraries, their past, present, and future, is worth reading and gives one a lot to think about it. Actually I found it quite inspiring. I've been mulling over my feelings about Dutton's bookstore's closing for an imminent column, and Rothstein's essay made me consider the ways in which libraries may or do pick up some of the slack from the closing of independent bookstores.

Also interesting article/interview with V.S. Naipaul in the UK Guardian
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    As I mentioned in my current column, I have been trying to catch up on the stack of last year's books that I should have and wanted to read but just never got around to.

    As past of that syllabus, I recently embarked on Philip Roth's Exit Ghost.

    I was reading along, enjoying the book, impressed as always by Roth's observations and abilities to narrate them, when I came across this paragraph, spoken by the character Amy Bellette.

    "...When Primo Levi Killed himself everyone said it was because of his having been an inmate of Auschwitz. I thought it was because of his writing about Auschwitz, the labor of the last book, contemplating that horror with all that clarity. Getting up every morning to write that book would have killed anyone."
    She was speaking of Levi's The Drowned and the Saved.  "
    I was stunned because Roth had once said that to me. Not that I was the only one he said it to -- I'm sure it was an opinion that he tried out on several people. But I'm not sure if I have ever been party to a conversation that I then read in the mouth of a character. It is worth noting that Roth chose not the Philip Roth character (his alter ego Zuckerman) but another, to say it.

    And here's the strange thing. When Roth said it, it had impressed me, and stayed with me. So much so that I had worked it in to something I was writing.

    In my piece (unpublished fiction) the lead character says the following:
   

 The Drowned and the Saved,” Levi’s last book is possibly the best – the truest book ever written about the Holocaust.”  Fischer said. “One writer said that he understood why Levi killed himself: after writing such a book, there was nothing left to say.”


  Perhaps I should now change it to "Philip Roth once said......"

    This is all the more ironic, and all the more interesting because "Exit Ghost" concerns itself with separating what a writer uses from real life, from how he uses and what it becomes in fiction.

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Martha Blum, author of the Walnut Tree has died. Her obit in The Globe and Mail is worth reading.....read all the way to the end and read her last words....

MARTHA BLUM, 94: WRITER

Pharmacist survived the Holocaust to publish her first novel at 86

All told, the Saskatoon teacher and musician wrote three books -- all in longhand and all while lying in bed. As a result, her duvet covers were forever stained with ink

Special to the Globe and Mail

REGINA -- For years, Holocaust survivor and retired pharmacist Martha Blum kept her writing to herself. Then, at 86, she published her first novel, The Walnut Tree, which tells the story of a well-to-do Jewish woman who uses her skills as a pharmacist to save her family from the Nazis.

The novel went on to be a finalist for the Canadian Booksellers Association's Ex Libris Award but lost to Alistair Macleod's masterpiece, No Great Mischief.

Mrs. Blum was born in 1913 in Czernowitz, Austria (now Chernivtsi, Ukraine). With the defeat of Germany and Austria at the end of the First World War, the city became part of Romania and remained so while Mrs. Blum was growing up.

Her family owned a large pharmaceutical plant. Her parents, Abraham and Susi Guttmann, and her older brother, Wilhelm, were all pharmacologists. Coming from a wealthy family, she was cared for by a French governess who taught her piano, as well as French.

For holidays, she was often sent to her grandfather's house in Suczawa, Austria. Mrs. Blum cherished these visits, because it was with him that she learned many practical skills, such as cooking and herding geese. Back at her parents' home, servants took care of such things.

Mrs. Blum wanted to be a doctor, but her father pressured her to study pharmacy and sent her to be schooled in Prague and later Paris. It was while she was in university in 1935 that she married a young mathematician named Richard Blum, who was also from Czernowitz.

They would have only a few happy years together before the outbreak of the Second World War. By that time, the couple had returned to Czernowitz and, being Jewish, it wasn't long before they were rounded up by the Nazis and isolated in a ghetto. Life was miserable. Sanitation was poor and many people died of disease. Those not fit for work did not receive food coupons and were left to starve.

The Blums were luckier than most. As pharmacologists, their profession was considered an essential service and they were made to work as slaves, filling the prescriptions of German soldiers.

It was this work that kept them out of the concentration camps. Even so, Mrs. Blum couldn't tolerate life in the ghetto. She and her family shared a room with 17 other families. Fed up, she marched over to the SS officer in command and refused to work unless her family was allowed to return home to Czernowitz.

Although she won the concession, they still were not safe. One day, while out walking, her husband was picked up by soldiers and sent to a work camp.

In 1944, fighting between the Soviet Union and the Germans intensified around Czernowitz and she decided to move to Bucharest, the capital of Romania. She hid aboard a train, but not before sending her husband a message. She wrote a note in the margin of a newspaper. "I'll be waiting for you," it said.

The newspaper got passed from person to person until it finally reached him at the work camp. Not long after that, the work camp was ordered closed and the officer in charge was told to shoot all the inmates. Fortunately, the officer could not bring himself to do it. Instead, he opened the gates in the middle of the night and set the men free.

Months later, after travelling all the way on foot, her husband arrived in Bucharest. It was there that Mrs. Blum started life over. She opened her own pharmacy and later gave birth to the only child she would have, Irene.

After the war, Romania was absorbed into the Soviet sphere of Communist countries. Mrs. Blum, coming from an entrepreneurial family, opposed the values of communism. In 1950, her pharmacy was confiscated and her husband made some anti-Communist statements that placed the couple on a list of undesirables. At that point, they knew they must leave the country.

Mrs. Blum spent three days waiting in line to get passports and, with them, they hoped to catch a boat to Israel. Luck was again with them. A friend who was unable to travel gave them tickets for a boat about to depart. Next day, two boats left for Israel but only theirs would arrive. The other was severely overloaded and sank.

Once in Israel, Mrs. Blum worked as a pharmacist and her husband worked on a photogrammetry project for the Israeli government. Her brother, Wilhelm, also joined her in Israel and would found a large pharmaceutical company there called Assia, a forerunner of the giant Teva Pharmaceutical Industries. At it turned out, the Blums would stay just one year in Israel. Mrs. Blum's parents had already immigrated to Canada and, in 1951, they followed with their daughter.

After a spell in Wolfville, N.S., where her husband taught at Acadia University, they settled in Saskatoon where Mr. Blum joined the faculty of the University of Saskatchewan.

Mrs. Blum found a part-time, morning job at a pharmacy, unbeknownst to her daughter. As far as Irene was concerned, Mrs. Blum was a stay-at-home mom. Mrs. Blum got her daughter off to school in the morning and was home by lunchtime. "She didn't want me to know I wasn't her only focus," said Irene.

From time to time, Mrs. Blum taught at the university's college of pharmacy and nutrition, and accepted invitations to visit high schools to talk about the Holocaust.

Mrs. Blum also wrote about the Holocaust, but she kept that work a secret as well. When Irene found out, she encouraged her mother to find a publisher and the first manuscript ended up at Coteau Books, a publishing house in Regina.

Mrs. Blum's editor, Geoffrey Ursell, remembers fondly sitting at Mrs. Blum's table eating chocolate and working on the manuscript with her. He described the work as lyrical.

The Walnut Tree was launched at the Delta Bessborough Hotel, and more than 500 people poured into the ballroom to hear Mrs. Blum read from her work.

Mrs. Blum would write two more books: Children of Paper, which was based on her memories of visiting her grandfather as a child, and The Apothecary, which was about a young man who survives the war as a pharmacist and finds himself in Vienna in the 1960s. The Apothecary won a Saskatchewan Book Award.

Mrs. Blum wrote all three of her books long-hand in bed. As a result, her duvet cover was stained with ink.

In addition to writing, Mrs. Blum was an accomplished musician who used her knowledge of French, English, German, Romanian, Hebrew, Yiddish, Spanish and Italian to help helped performers sing in different languages. Even if she didn't speak the required language, Mrs. Blum learned it anyway. For instance, she researched Bulgarian for a student who was to perform at an international vocal competition in Bulgaria. The student's perfect pronunciation so impressed the judges that they assumed Mrs. Blum was Bulgarian.

For her accomplishments in writing and music, Mrs. Blum received an honorary doctorate from the University of Saskatchewan in 2006. Eight years earlier, she was one of 50 Holocaust survivors recognized by the Canadian Human Rights Commission for their contributions to society.

MARTHA BLUM

Martha Blum was born on June 30, 1913, in Czernowitz, Austria. She died of heart failure in Saskatoon on Dec. 12, 2007. She was 94. In her final moments, she uttered the word "poetry" three times. She is survived by her daughter Irene Blum of Edmonton. She was predeceased by her husband, who died in November, 2004.


This morning's Nextbook has an essay by Anderson Tepper on Brazilian writer Clarice Lispector.

Her work called to mind a tropical, female Kafka with sensory overload. As the French literary critic and philosopher Hélène Cixous put it: “I discovered an immense writer, the equivalent for me of Kafka, with something more: This was a woman, writing as a woman. I discovered Kafka and it was a woman.” Unlike Kafka’s however, Lispector’s work—though obsessed with Brazilianness and a sense of belonging—had little to say about its own Jewishness. As Grace Paley writes in the introduction to Lispector’s book of stories, Soulstorm: “I thought at one point in my reading that there was some longing for Europe, the Old World; but decided I was wrong. It was simply longing.” And according to Moacyr Scliar, Brazil’s foremost Jewish writer, Lispector “didn’t deny her Jewishness, but she didn’t push it. The reason why this happened is still the subject of discussion here in Brazil.”

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At The Sunday New York Times --  seems like late January is NEW NOVELIST MONTH at the NYT, (and at publishing houses for that matter) what with the recent feature on Jim Collins' "Beginner's Greek", and this Sunday's Book review of  Tod Wodlicka's "All Shall Be Well," and the Charles McGrath article in the Sunday Magazine about Charles Bock's novel, "Beautiful Children."

The Arts & Leisure also had a great feature on Robert Capa's lost suitcase of negatives which has been recently turned over to the International Center of Photography (which, in turn, was run for many years by Capa's brother Cornell Capa). Need I mention that the Robert Capa was born in Budapest, Hungary as Endre Erno Friedmann. Cornell was also born Friedmann, but kept his first name. And although you might not think Cornell a Jewish first name, it was quite popular at the beginning of the 20th Century in Budapest -- it was also my grandfather's name.

Medicine & Its Alternatives.
An interesting review by Jerome Groopman on "The Cure Within: A history of Mind- Body Medicine" By Anne Harrington. Harrington is the editor of a book on "The Placebo Effect."  How alternative medicine came to be preferred to a visit to an M.D, and became a $40 billion business is worth pondering. An article I read recently made the point that many alternative medicines work because of the placebo effect -- that is the belief that they do work is so great, that when the person feels better and eventually is better, they attribute it to the alternative treatment.Everyone knows an alternative treatment that works, and everyone has a "miracle" healing story. The question is to how to set those in context.

Speaking of Groopman, his article on business-like approaches to cancer-cures in The New Yorker, "Buying a Cure," (Jan 28th issue) was fascinating -- and presents a different front of attack on current medical/scientific research practice -- one that while not yeilding "cures" certainly seems to be keeping some cancer patients alive a lot longer -- for which we may all be grateful.

The Sunday LA Times had an interesting feature on "Gossip Girl" and its failure to attract a large audience, despite all its buzz and success on other "platforms" (i.e. the internet). I confess that "Gossip Girl" is my guilty pleasure but the article does beg the looming question --- if everything migrates to the internet, can any of it succeed -- and if so, how?

Ron Rosenbaum, who has thought deeply and written lengthily about his obsessions and insights regarding the work of Vladmir Nabokov has a piece in Slate where he weighs in on the dilemma facing Nabokov's son Dmitri as to whether he should follow his father's wishes and destroy the notes made for a never finished novel called "The Original of Laura" OR leave them for posterity. After revealing his own mixed feelings on the subject, and Dmitry Nabokov's own inclination to destroy them, Rosenbaum opens it up to the audience to make their own choice, here.

My own vote is to preserve the mansucript
-- if Nabokov had wanted to destroy the manuscript he should have done so. Too late now. Will it in any way diminish the master's oeuvre? I doubt it. Will, as Dmitry fears, give fodder for a bunch of Nabokov parasites to declaim about the work -- no doubt. So what?

Kafka wanted Max Brod to burn his manuscripts. Thank goodness he didn't.

This is no longer Vladmir Nabokov's decision. I would argue that it isn't even Dmitry's anymore (although I know, legally, it is) -- the manuscript exists. Let it go.

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