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Woods on fire

Actor James Woods says he hates to talk about politics -- yet can't seem to help himself. In a let-it-rip interview, he defends Bush, calls Clinton a "liar," and sounds off on everything from his sex life to the war with Iraq.

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Woods on fire

James Woods has frequently played manic characters, men with so much information clicking around their synapses it sometimes seems to blast from their mouths in fast, staccato streaks.

Woods the man doesn’t seem altogether different. During an interview with Salon, to talk about his new movie “Northfork,” Woods discussed his admiration for George Bush and his intense dislike for the president’s critics, as well as Bill Clinton and the particularly dumb breed of Hollywood liberal he seems to run into a lot.

Woods insists he’d prefer not to talk about politics — “Do you think I want to be the one lone voice against the Hollywood liberal establishment? It’s not going to do me any good” — and that he’s much happier discussing his work. But for nearly an hour and a half he gamely talked politics with us over the phone on a recent afternoon, in hopes, he said, of getting “Northfork” a little more attention — even though he was certain it would lead him to “be humiliated and degraded” in what could only turn out to be another “slash piece.” Did it?

What attracted you to “Northfork”?

I thought it was a very bold subject, this whole idea of the transition from life to death or how to make life more meaningful while you’re living it in the face of death. Secondly, I thought it would be exquisitely presented. I spent a lot of time with the boys [the Polish brothers, makers of the film]. We talked about using the gray scale in color. I thought that was really going to be powerful, to make essentially a black-and-white movie but on color stock. Everything was painted gray, the ketchup bottle, the flag, everything. I love the humor in it. And I just thought that they are real artists.

You know, my business is now basically run by the marketing department. And most of these kids running the marketing department have their MBAs from somewhere and the extent of their film knowledge goes back to “The Matrix.” I mean, you mention Billy Wilder and they think you’re talking about a place where you’re going into a rave or something.

You were also credited as an executive producer on the film. Was that just a matter of putting up money or was there more to your involvement than that?

Actually, it wasn’t a matter of money. A lot of it had to do with the creation of the film. I was able to lean on people for favors and things to help out because their budget was so low. It was half of what John Travolta’s perk package is on a film. Our whole budget was half of what his staff makes on a film.

Was that frustrating? I imagine you’re used to working with more resources.

No, everybody was so utterly dedicated to the film. Because you have to remember, we work in an environment where your options are to do, you know, “Batman 10,” so when you get to do a movie that’s a really great film like this, people really step up to the plate and enjoy it.

You’ve had a long career in indie movies.

Starting with “Onion Fields” and “Salvador” [which earned him an Oscar nomination] and movies like that, I’ve been doing this for 20 years. And the lifeblood of my career has been independent film. I mean, I got one Oscar nomination for a studio film, “The Ghosts of Mississippi,” but, you know, its heart was in the right place. It was dealing with a socially important issue.

I’ve never really done many blockbusters, actually. I wouldn’t know how to do them. I couldn’t hop around in “Spider-Man” in, like, a little Spandex outfit. I mean, I enjoy going to those movies. I’m really glad they’re making them, because it makes it possible to make other movies and it makes this business healthy. But I don’t know how good I’d be in them.

… If you’re the more mature, accomplished, middle-aged, white, heterosexual male in that equation, you’re usually going to be the villain because that’s how those things are set up. And to hop around in a little mask and tights, I can just find better things to do with my time.

Liz Smith recently reported that you’d been with the same woman for five years, Dawn Denoon, co-executive producer of “Law & Order: Special Victims Unit.” You used to have a reputation as sort of a lady killer.

I don’t know where I got that reputation. I probably date less than anybody in history, but for some reason people think that. It’s so impossible to check people’s perceptions of you. I’m a pretty quiet guy, but if people want to think of me as a lady killer, I guess that’s good.

And yet that rumor persisted. What was your favorite rogue rumor about you in the press?

Back in the old Sean Young days, there was a whole thing that she glued my dick to my leg with Krazy Glue, and I said, as a joke, “Well, actually, it was to my ankle,” and for some reason it got out. So I thought, well, maybe I won’t dispel that rumor.

Of course that didn’t happen, but it was kind of a good one to let loose. Actually, I guess I did contribute to the fact that people think I had a wild and woolly love life.

Is it fun to start those rumors?

Yeah, it’s fun, because the press is like a big bass, you just stick a hook in their mouth and they’ll take it. You know, I have to say that, with all due respect, the press is pretty gullible, especially the gossip press. They love to write about anything. You just go along and feed them crap and they eat it.

You seem exceptionally smart for an actor. Do you think –

For an actor, what do you mean for an actor?

Do you think intelligence is a prerequisite for being a good actor?

You gotta start with the premise. The premise might be wrong.

OK, let’s put it this way: Do you think it’s a help or a hindrance in Hollywood to be intellectually curious?

I think a lot of people here have wildly varying opinions about things. No matter what it is, if you get 10 people in the business talking about something, you get 10 different opinions, but you know, they’re amazingly well informed.

Let’s talk about the wildly diverging opinions. I know you’re interested in politics and you have a reputation for being an outspoken conservative. How would you categorize yourself politically?

That’s a good question because the thing that most aggravates me about people’s political stance in this country these days is that they’re being polarized, and I just don’t think it’s necessary. People always have the wrong impression of me. I just have very specific and, I hope, common-sense responses to each individual scenario.

So you don’t think the right-wing conservative label that people have put on you is accurate?

No, of course not. I’m not right-wing and I’m not left-wing. But you know, in Hollywood, if you don’t agree with some kind of ridiculous assertions, people are quick to label, because there are those who maybe aren’t so intelligent or who maybe aren’t as rigorous in their thought process. They just have knee-jerk responses to things.

Like, I sat with somebody who was once the president of a studio and we were having dinner and he said, “George Bush is an utter moron.”

And I said, “Oh, on what do you base that assertion?” And he said, “Well, he’s just a moron.” And I said, “Can you give an example?” And he said, “Well, there’s a lot of examples.” And I said, “Well, I’m not asking you for 300, I’m asking you for one.” And he sputtered for about 10 minutes and he couldn’t think of one, because that’s actually a pretty stunning statement to make, that anybody’s a moron.

I mean, whatever it took to get elected president of the United States, I don’t think being a complete and utter moron is one of those predicates. It’s just a facetious statement.

So you think Bush is smart?

Yeah, I do.

Why?

Because he’s president of the United States and we aren’t. It’s facetious and fallacious reasoning to assume that you could be in a position of power like that and on some level not have the ability to do pretty shrewd and careful and, yes, intelligent, things, to be involved in intelligent enterprises.

You don’t think a “Being There” scenario is possible?

No, I don’t. “Being There” is a lovely fantasy and that’s what makes it so charming. But in the real world, it just wouldn’t happen.

So if Bush hadn’t gotten elected, it would have been possible to think of him as stupid, but because he got elected we must assume he’s smart?

No, no, no. And by the way, OK, that’s what I was saying. I was obviously just dismissing the question, but let me be accurate. I think it’s a nonsensical conversation, honestly, if someone’s intelligent.

I don’t know, give him an IQ test and I’ll look at the results and tell you my response. Do I know that Bill Clinton was a liar? Yes, he admitted he was a liar, so yes, I have to believe, if the man admits that he lied under oath then, yes, we know for a fact because the person who committed the lie admitted to the lie. I’m not gonna say if somebody is smart or stupid or not. I don’t know, I’ll tell you when I read the results of the test.

So are you a Bush fan?

Yeah, I am. I’m very circumspect about people. If someone does something just loathsome, like Nixon or Clinton, then I don’t have respect for them. But I’m one of those people who thinks that being president, you’ve got to give people leeway, it’s got to be not a very easy job. So I tend to be a little more circumspect in harsh judgments of people because I think it’s easy to take potshots when you don’t have the job.

And you’re pretty happy with the kind of decisions Bush’s been making so far? You’re unfazed by recent controversies, like the …

Uranium in Africa?

Right.

It’s like playing golf. Even Tiger Woods gets a triple bogey but still goes on to win the U.S. Open. Clearly, everyone’s going to have their moments, but by and large do I think — to me the more relevant question — and you probably won’t print this — but the more relevant question is when millions of people are suffering and millions are being murdered, do we as a nation have a moral obligation?

A lot of my friends in Hollywood have actually said things like “Let’s melt their hearts with hugs and love.” It honestly doesn’t work. So I respect people’s sweetness for believing that you can melt the heart of Osama bin Laden with a hug, but you can’t. The only solution to Osama bin Laden is a fucking 88-millimeter shell through his forehead.

Right, well, we’ve just made a switch from Saddam Hussein to Osama bin Laden.

No, you assume that because the press says that. What makes you think we’ve made a switch from that? What makes you think …?

No. You just did.

No, I’m giving you an example. You can line ‘em up and put an 88-millimeter shell through both their foreheads as far as I’m concerned. And I’d be happy to pull the trigger. Who wouldn’t?

Would you if you had an opportunity to kill Hitler do it? Of course you would; that’s the morally sound response. If you could turn back time in 1938 and put a bullet through Hitler’s head, would you do it? What morally responsible person would not?

Look, you live in New York and I live in Los Angeles, but I drive cross-country. I did it four times last year. I do it to meet people, to see how they think. You in your wildest imagination would not believe how different the country is between the George Washington Bridge and San Bernardino, Calif. If you don’t live in New York or San Francisco or Los Angeles, the way people think, voters, they just look at us and they marvel like we’re animals in a zoo or something. They always say to me, “What’s wrong with all the press and the media and the film people? Why don’t they have any common sense?” … I’m telling you they don’t care whether we have weapons of mass destruction.

Should they?

That’s a different issue. But let me just tell you, when I did the movie “Nixon,” Oliver [Stone] wrote a great line in the script. The Nixon character was talking to John Mitchell’s character and Nixon said, “You know, I’m gonna end up being sacrificed.”

And John said, “No, you can fight.” And Nixon said, “No, we lost Vietnam, and when we lost Vietnam, somebody had to pay. People need retribution. Moral retribution, a balancing of moral scales in their lives. We lost, we’ve got to win somewhere or we have to punish the guilty.”

When those heinous savages flew those planes into those buildings killing children, women and men, who did nothing but just live their lives in America, in our fundamental human hearts, most people fundamentally needed that, in a very simple way, balanced. And I believe that the war in Iraq as it’s appealed to the general voter, appeals on a level of we did something to get rid of some bad guy somewhere that kind of atones for that.

Even if it wasn’t the same bad guy.

Well, it’s not a very sophisticated response, because your argument will of course be that Saddam Hussein didn’t have any connection to that, so far as we know. But you have to understand that sometimes people emotionally think in very simplistic ways.

But is that a good argument for going to war?

I’m not judging it. I’m just answering your question. You ask me whether it’s going to be relevant, it’s not.

OK.

Now, should it be or not? I don’t know. I have to know more about it, and the jury’s still out as to whether [the weapons of mass destruction] are there or not, and even if they’re not, OK, I’m not so happy about the fact of maybe being misinformed, whether willfully or accidentally or through sloppy intelligence through the CIA or whatever.

And see, I can actually admit it. I’ve never met a liberal who can ever admit being wrong to anything.

For someone who’s just said he’s a liberal in some ways and a conservative in others, you sound pretty down on liberals.

Well, you know, I’m still a registered Democrat.

That’s surprising.

I’ve fallen away from the party because there is a certain degree of accountability and the behavior of people during the last years of the Clinton administration where they would forgive anything. I mean, those pardons were just embarrassing. You just never hear people say, “You know what? That was just plain wrong on every level.” They never do.

And when somebody lies in a sexual-harassment case about a relevant issue in that case, that is a felony, and it’s not something becoming of the president of the United States. It is a high crime and/or misdemeanor and I’ve never heard a liberal say, “You know what? You’re right. Lying is not a good thing. I don’t care what it’s about, it’s against the law. The guy’s a criminal.” They never say it. They won’t say it. And you won’t say it. I guarantee it.

I won’t say that lying under oath is wrong? Lying under oath is wrong.

In every case, every time?

In every case, every time.

And he was wrong to do it, wasn’t he?

Yes. OK, so now that we’ve established that –

You’re a card-carrying conservative.

No, I am not.

But if I said that, you would say, “You seem very conservative in your positions.”

No, I wouldn’t.

But people do. They say, “You are picking on Clinton.” I say, “Well, he’s a liar. He lied under oath. It’s a bad thing to do. I don’t approve of it.” That doesn’t make me some raving, right-wing lunatic.

I’m really proud and glad that you said that, so I know I’m talking to a kindred spirit, somebody who can actually take each case on a per-case basis and examine it.

But I do think you’re letting Bush off a bit easy on the WMD issue.

But there are way bigger issues than that.

I tell you why these conversations sadden me. I don’t ever like to do press anymore and that’s only because there’s never any advantage for me to do it. The only thing the press is ever interested in is controversy and creating it even if it’s not there. They can’t pick on my personal life because I live an exemplary, decent person’s life, so they pick on my politics. Do you think I want to be the one lone voice against the Hollywood liberal establishment? It’s not going to do me any good. So I prefer never to have these conversations because, quite frankly, nobody on either side is going to be convinced by anybody on the other side. It’s just too polemical and it’s too polarized, so I’m not interested in having them.

OK.

But wait, wait, but secondly. What happens to me is, I’m talking to you and you seem from what I can tell not only intelligent but a decent person, but you know, this is Salon.com, so of course it’s going to be “right-wing lunatic James Woods blah-blah-blah.” And in fact, I don’t want to A) volunteer this, B) don’t want to be labeled for it, C) I’m totally at your mercy.

If a rational person heard this conversation they’d think, Oh, he’s making a good point or she’s making a good point, they’d hear it that way. But the way you could potentially report it, I could sound horrible: “James Woods and Arnold Schwarzenegger,” or whatever the fuck. I don’t even want to be in that category.

So I, to try to help my friends who made a beautiful film, try to get their film promoted, am making a deal with the devil. You’re going to talk about the film for five minutes and never mention it in the article, I’m sure, or mention it in one line just to get it out of the way. And I actually tried to help you get through it quickly because I knew it was just a pretext to talk about the other stuff.

No, that’s not true.

I don’t know if these are facts. I’m just saying they’re impressions. So I’m just sitting here getting my ass again to the gangplank, getting my ass chopped off by the pirates, and talking to Salon.com so I can be humiliated and degraded, and it’s fine because I’m doing it for the movie, but honestly, it just saddens me because it would be wonderful to have a conversation with somebody who says, “Well, yeah, that’s a good point,” and then wrote a kind of balanced article about it. That would be great. Then I’d be actually interested in talking about politics.

You feel like you’ve been burned in the past.

No, I’ve dealt with so many journalists. I’ve had to put up with it because I wanted to promote my friend’s movie. I made $5,000 doing this movie. I didn’t make any money. I did it for love and respect and I’m happy to do whatever I can to promote it. So you can say whatever you want and quote me however you want about politics and make the next payday, and that’s fine because I’m making that deal with you, but just mention the movie along the way, OK?

This seems a little disingenuous to me. You’re clearly interested in politics, and this is an opportunity to get your opinion out there.

I’m neither inclined nor really in any way interested in disabusing people of their political positions, however ridiculous they may be or however sound they may be. They can think whatever they want. I’ve never talked to an extreme liberal or conservative who could be disabused of his or her notions about their positions. They are intractable in their thinking, they are unreasoning and unreasonable and it’s just a waste of breath to talk to them. I always say to them, “Look, just go sit at the card table with the rest of the kids and let the adults run the country.” No matter what position you may take about the Bush presidency, if George Bush parted the Red Sea, found every single terrorist, found every weapon of mass destruction, fed the poor, opened the shores of America, gave every starving kid a college education, do you think Salon.com would write about it? No, you wouldn’t.

Let me ask you a question, OK?

Sure.

In Afghanistan in 1992 through the year 2000, under the Clinton administration, how many women went to school in Afghanistan? You know the answer.

None.

Zero. How many women are in the equivalent of high school, junior high school and in college in Afghanistan today under George Bush?

Um … a lot.

How many?

I don’t know.

You don’t? You’re a journalist. And you’re interested in politics. And you’re a woman.

I write about entertainment.

I’m asking you because I like you and I think I’m going to like you for a while and I’m going to talk to you a lot in the future because I like you, but you seem like an intelligent woman and probably a feminist and good for you. Many aspects of feminism have equaled a lot of wrongs and many of them have been just a disaster, but they’ve done a fundamentally good thing.

So I would think that you as a political writer for a very important Web site that is read by many, if you really want to be — and I’m going to make a joke here — fair and balanced, then you might want to actually report that under George Bush’s tutelage of our country and to a certain extent of our entire world there are women in Afghanistan who are now enjoying the fruits of education and there were zero under Bill Clinton. You might want to write an article about that. “This fucking moron” is actually educating women in Afghanistan with your tax dollars. Don’t you feel good about that? I do. He can raise my taxes on that one anytime he wants.

Have you ever considered running for office yourself?

Absolutely not.

Why not?

Because I’d have to talk to people like Barbara Boxer. Honestly, I don’t think I could be in the same room with her. Or Gray Davis.

What do you think about the whole Dixie Chicks brouhaha and backlash?

I would have paid you, gladly, cash not to talk about politics today, but I’m a polite person, so I’ll answer your question, so please put that in. I personally would …

Couldn’t you just refuse to answer questions about politics?

If you wanted to call up and ask me to talk about politics, only about politics, and I weren’t promoting a movie, I’d say, “You know, Amy, you’re such a nice person, I’d rather put a goddamn shotgun in my mouth and pull the trigger.” OK? So, that said. I think it’s fine if every citizen has an opinion. I find it unfortunate that celebrities have a bully pulpit by virtue of their celebrity and I would caution people to check the credentials of those who speak and make sure that they have the education, the knowledge, the experience and the intelligence to say what they say, given that it’s said in the context of a bully pulpit of celebrity. If you want to quote that exactly, I’d appreciate it.

So you think the Dixie Chicks should not have said what they said?

I think anybody can say whatever they want. I think it’s great when people say what they think because people are going to form an opinion. I mean, the Dixie Chicks are the greatest thing to happen to the Republican Party, OK? The RNC couldn’t have been happier, OK?

Why?

Because when you say rude things about people, the rudeness creates a greater backlash than the things you wanna get across.

What about the way the conservatives have dealt with Hillary Clinton?

If I say Bill Clinton’s a liar, that’s a fact. If I say something rude about him — and I have —

Right, didn’t you just say –

Well, he shoved a cigar in some girl’s vagina. Your hero literally did that. But if someone said, for instance, George Bush is a child molester, that’s not a fact, and that’s rude. It’s irresponsible and unconscionable. So obviously, when people say those things, the only time I take exception is when people say irresponsible, unconscionable and rude things, OK? So if you say George Bush is a “moron,” then back it up with facts, because otherwise you’re a rude and probably pretty moronic person yourself.

I never said that.

Back before 9/11, the New Yorker reported about how you had alerted the FBI you were on a plane from Boston to L.A. that August and noticed a group of men you thought might have been gathering information for an attack. Would you be willing to talk about that?

I’d rather not talk about it, if you don’t mind.

OK. Do you take your road trips because you’re a little uncomfortable flying after 9/11?

No, I just like to see real people, who don’t quack along to the party beat. You’d be surprised how smart Americans are when they’re not quacking the party line like little ducks. It’s really amazing …

No matter what your political bent, you listen to somebody say the same old shit all the time, they sound like a blowhard.

Do you worry about sounding that way yourself?

No, never. Because you couldn’t pay me to do this if I weren’t doing a favor for a friend.

Every time you say that, it sounds disingenuous to me. You get a chance to get your opinion out there.

I don’t want my opinion out there.

Why not? Doesn’t everyone want their opinion out there?

I tell you what. This would be great for me. If you don’t want to publish this article and you just want to mention “Northfork,” you would be my friend for life.

I don’t believe you. You’re clearly excited to talk about this stuff.

No, you’re just an intelligent woman and I’m disabusing you of a few notions you have and you’re disabusing me of a few notions I have and we’re succeeding and we’re not.

But you’re being generous. I’m not disabusing you of anything.

So I’ll make you a deal, OK? If you want to be friends for life, don’t mention politics and just write about “Northfork.”

Do you feel like you’ve been discriminated against in Hollywood in any way because of your political views?

By whom?

By anybody.

I can’t imagine. Why?

I guess the answer is no.

That would be heinously un-American.

I agree.

Why would I want to work with someone who was that egregious in their behavior. You know what? It’s a moot point because if anyone ever chose not to work with me or anyone else because of their politics, I wouldn’t want to have anything to do with them anyway.

Rudeness is another issue.

What do you mean?

Like the head of a studio saying “George Bush is a moron.” Well, that’s just a rude thing to say because it’s just categorically not true.

So you would not work with that studio head again.

Well, he’s retired. And who knows, maybe he has Alzheimer’s or something, God forbid, because to say something that is just that insensitive and then not have anything to back it up.

You’re not going to tell me who it was?

No.

What’s the next thing coming up for you?

Oh, do you really care?

Geez, you’re cynical. You don’t trust the press at all.

It’s one of these things where there’s mass insanity. Like you have to assume that everybody in Germany wasn’t a complete and utter sadist, but somehow there became a mass psychosis. There’s almost a mass psychosis on both sides of the press these days. It’s so rapaciously polarized that it’s just unbearable.

I can also see people salivating. I had dinner once with that communist guy Robert Scheer, and he was actually salivating. Christ, this guy. If I were casting a potential presidential assassin, I would just have taken a photograph of him salivating with hatred for George Bush and said to the casting director, “Get me an actor who can play this horrible, hateful, vicious emotion” — and he’s a journalist! A journalist who wishes he had a gun with a telescopic sight, that’s what he is. [Robert Scheer denies ever talking to Woods about Bush.]

I’m gonna let you go, but it’s been a pleasure.

I’m sure you’re just saying that.

You’re starting to sound a little paranoid.

You probably don’t gamble much, do you.

No, not much.

Well, sheltered life. But I would give you 7 to 1 odds that this is going to be a slash piece, but that’s OK. I’m willing to take the heat.

Editor’s note: This story has been modified since it was first published.

Finding joy in Down syndrome

The author of "Bloom" talks about accepting her daughter's condition and rethinking her idea of the "perfect child"

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This article appears courtesy of The Barnes & Noble Review.

Kelle Hampton, the author of the eye-opening new memoir “Bloom: Finding Beauty in the Unexpected,” left for the hospital to give birth to her second child with “everything just — perfect,” packing not only the birth music, the blankets she’d made herself, the baby’s coming-home outfit, a special nightgown and a crown for the baby’s big sister, but also hand-designed, beribboned favors to pass out to visitors. Yet the moment her newborn daughter, Nella, was placed in her arms, Hampton’s concept of perfection altered in an instant: Though ultrasounds had signaled nothing unusual, Nella was born with Down syndrome.

Barnes & Noble ReviewHampton writes with bracing, brave honesty about her initial response to Nella’s condition — “I think I cried for seven hours straight. It was gut-wrenching pain” — and her struggle to find hope, joy and an expanse of possibilities in what first seemed to bring only sadness. As on her blog, Enjoying the Small Things, the journey Hampton records in “Bloom” becomes a call — and not only to parents — to rethink our concepts of perfection, discover our capacities for resilience, appreciate the family and friends on whom we depend and, yes, find beauty where we may not have noticed it.

We asked Hampton, via email, about “Bloom” and the experiences and impulses that inspired it. It may be typical of the author that she immediately turned the task of tackling our questions into an event worthy of celebration, writing, “I’ll put some good music on tonight, light a candle, grab a beer, and completely enjoy the process.”

The Barnes & Noble Review: One remarkable aspect of your writing is your knack for tapping into emotions, both your own and your readers’. Has motherhood — and particularly Nella’s birth — made you more connected to your emotions?

Kelle Hampton: I feel emotions very intensely. Expressing them is another story. I think we’re all conditioned to mask certain emotions because we think they won’t be accepted or they’re “too much.” Motherhood definitely compelled me to express emotions more freely. The depth of love, the fear of losing, the need to protect, the unearthly joy — it was too much for me to contain. That’s why I started writing more. And writing something I was thinking seemed more acceptable than saying it out loud. Then with Nella’s birth, there were these contrasting emotions that were so difficult to deal with — grief, fear, sadness, shame. But once I expressed them through writing and realized other women related to them, it gave me the freedom to express myself in a way I had never done before.

BNR: ”Bloom,” like your blog, uses photos and text to tell your story. Why did you choose to combine both elements?

KH: The book is a testament to my journey that first year, and writing and photography played equal parts in my healing and perspective shift. Because the book deals with Down syndrome, a condition that has many negative stereotypes, the photos are a powerful way to showcase the beauty of these children and the beauty Nella brought to our family.

BNR: Early in “Bloom” you mention a book you read shortly before Nella’s birth, Donald Miller’s “A Million Miles in a Thousand Years,” which spoke to you of “the power of challenges — how living a life of comfort does nothing to make us grow, and how hard times shape us.” But you also say you couldn’t fully grasp Miller’s message until you went through your own challenges. Can we learn life lessons from books or only from our own experiences?

KH: I’ve thought about this question a lot, especially from a parent’s perspective, because we make efforts to keep our children from pain and to give them happiness. No one wishes heartache for their child, and yet I know a lot of my happiness and contentment today comes from challenging experiences and sadness in my past. I think we can learn a lot from others’ experiences, and books give us an opportunity to do that. But life without any pain is unrealistic, and the great thing about reading books and learning from others is that when we do go through hard things, we’re more equipped to handle them and don’t feel quite so alone.

BNR: I initially assumed that, before Nella’s birth, you’d led a life without much difficulty. But then you discussed challenges you faced during childhood, in particular the breakup of your parents’ marriage when your father, a preacher, came out as gay. Did those childhood challenges help prepare you for those you’ve faced as a mother?

KH: My siblings and I talk about this a lot — the fact that we are so grateful for our past, even though it has a lot of pain, because it made us tough and definitely more compassionate. Once I started writing those chapters from my past, it really hit me how much those painful memories created a foundation for later challenges in my life. Does that mean someone who had a dreamy, heartache-free childhood is at a disadvantage for handling hard times as an adult? Not necessarily.

It’s important to me, as a mother, not to shield my children from life’s more disheartening realities but to bring awareness to them in a way that gives my children both a sense of gratitude for what they have and the motivation to bring positive change to their world. I want my girls to know that life isn’t going to be without pain, but I also want to equip them with love and confidence and a perspective that allows them to face these challenges when they come.

BNR: You learned fairly early in life to embrace difference. But still you struggled at first to embrace the ways Nella was different from the daughter you had envisioned. How has your sense of “perfection” changed since you had Nella?

KH: I’ve definitely shifted my views of perfection away from image and more to inner happiness, and that shift has taken away so much pressure and allowed me the freedom to really be myself. That, in itself, is happiness.

BNR: After Nella’s birth, your close circle of girlfriends — your “Net,” as you call them — stayed with you, giving you incredible support. What do you think is the secret to having such close female friends?

KH: I think women’s friendships get a bad rap in the media. They’re portrayed as catty, jealous and unsupportive. That saddens me because I know how amazing it is to be part of a group of women where you find love and support. I think women have high expectations for each other, and sometimes we are inclined to run or drop a friendship at the first sign of drama. I embrace my friendships with the understanding that because we are all women with fiery personalities, big dreams, and a hell of a lot of passion, some drama is inevitable.

You have to approach it with compassion and forgive mistakes, because we all make them. Of course, yes, you also need to make choices to surround yourself with people who bring out the best in you, who challenge you, who bring good energy. Those who don’t aren’t worth exhausting efforts.

Secondly, if you want close relationships with friends, you have to be vulnerable. I know how much it means to me when a friend admires me enough to call, crying, asking for help or trusting me with an intimate conversation. Likewise, I want to do the same and reach out to my friends, revealing my own vulnerabilities. My friends are great for shopping, laughing, or going out for drinks, but the best, most beautiful moments I’ve experienced with them are far more serious. And when you experience heartache with a friend at your side, it is bonding in a way that can’t be forgotten.

BNR: Do you think women can support each other in ways that men (even husbands) cannot in tough times, and particularly those involving parenting?

KH: As much I support equal rights for men and women, there are certain gifts women possess that men don’t naturally have and vice versa. Even though Nella is [Hampton's husband] Brett’s child and he, of course, was the only one who could sympathize with that personal parental loss of receiving her diagnosis, there was something so comforting that came from my friends — women who understood, in a way Brett couldn’t, the emotional aspect of the end of a pregnancy, a mother’s expectations, the ideal birth experience.

BNR: You write that you knew immediately, before anyone told you, that Nella had Down syndrome and worry that you didn’t show her enough love at that moment. We all sometimes feel a disconnect between the mother we want to be and the mother we fear we are in a particular moment. Should we even have a concept of what makes the “perfect” mother? Does that give us something to strive for, or give us only impossible standards we’ll never measure up to?

KH: I think we all have this imaginary version of the perfect mother we want to be. There is a quote I love about the fact that there is no way to be a perfect mother, but there are a million ways to be a good one. I try to focus on that, to know that when I try my best, acknowledge mistakes, follow my instincts, and remind myself of what’s most important, that is perfect parenting.

BNR: I wonder, too, about the dangers of our expectations for our kids. If we have a preconceived notion of who they should be, we may fail to appreciate them as they are. That’s a lesson you say you’ve learned. Is it something you feel is important for all mothers to learn?

KH: Yes! I’m learning it with Lainey [Hampton's elder daughter] just as much as with Nella. I’ve been challenging myself not to push Lainey to be a leader all the time. I have a preconceived notion that kids need to be leaders, not followers, and my husband recently reminded me that we do not need to tell our children to be leaders; we need to tell them to be themselves. It makes us all happier — to sit back, to lead by example, to accept what we are given, and to love our children no matter what path they choose to take in life.

BNR: Motherhood can be a touchy topic. Some of the emotions and responses you talk about in the book are bound to incite strong responses — mostly positive, but perhaps also negative. Were you afraid, writing about such personal topics, that you might be misunderstood and attacked?

KH: When I first published Nella’s birth story [on her blog], I discovered right away that being honest about touchy things is not always well received. It was good for me to read responses, even those “Oh my God, what kind of mother would say they want to run away!?” remarks. It initiated a personal process for me of challenging myself to write what’s true — in a respectful way, of course — and not to change my writing to cater to other people.

BNR: Did you ever find yourself pulling back? Or did you just write through those concerns?

KH: There were parts that I went to write and stopped to ponder the effects first. And, most always, I proceeded, hoping that people will understand this is my journey. Memoirs are personal, and not everyone is going to shake their head “yes” to every line, and that’s OK. The other side is that it has been incredibly fulfilling to read e-mails from women who have said, “Thank you for saying that. I felt it too, but didn’t want to say it, and you make me feel normal for admitting it.”

BNR: Do you worry about how your kids will respond to what you write when they’re old enough to read and understand it?

KH: What I wouldn’t do to have my own mother’s thoughts and photos and words and things that inspired her preserved from when we were little. I hope my children, through reading everything I’ve written — the good, the bad, the beautiful — will always read between the lines and be inspired by the constant truth of “Wow, she loved us. She celebrated life.”

BNR: One of the things you consider is how much you let your sense of how society perceives you shape how you feel about yourself. Was writing this book a way of shaping your own identity — and taking charge of your own narrative?

KH: I can’t begin to explain what writing this book has personally done for me. I owned every word I wrote, and as I typed it, I believed it even more. Empowerment — that’s what it is. I realize how much stronger I am, how much more effective I am in living purposefully, when I take control of how I feel about myself, my family and raising my kids, write it down, and put it out there for the world to see.

BNR: It sounds like writing is deeply therapeutic for you.

KH: There’s something mysterious and enlightening about the space I give myself when I write. It’s when I take all those loose philosophical/emotional thoughts I’ve had throughout the week and weave them together. I learn a lot about myself. I face my pain and struggles head-on, and I overcome them through the process of expressing myself. And, for me, when I write I’m going to do something? It’s even more powerful than saying it. When I write, “I’m going to rock this out,” it’s almost as if I hear the band in the background with each letter I type. I feel motivated, eager, excited. I’m inspired in a way I can’t explain. Writing is powerful — and it doesn’t cost near as much as therapy does.

BNR: Is it the same with photography?

KH: After taking pictures for a while, you begin to look at life a little differently, continually scanning landscapes, people, situations for that “framable” shot. In those first days, taking photos of Nella brought light to her beauty and made me recognize how perfect she was — the new, wrinkled skin on her fingers, those sparse rows of tiny eyelashes, her soft cowlick of silky hair. And it went beyond Nella as well. When I thought my world was this depressing reality, I’d pick up my camera and see the opposite — oh look, a sunset. Vivid blue skies. My child holding an ice cream cone with rainbow sprinkles. A dimpled smile. My husband rocking his new girl to sleep. I never stopped taking pictures of these things, and it sinks in after a while: Look for the good, and you will find it.

BNR: What are you most hoping readers will take away from “Bloom”?

KH: Life is full of challenges. But life is also as beautiful as you create it to be.

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“Busy Monsters”: A wacky debut novel

The wacky, wonderful "Busy Monsters" follows a writer through a series of hilarious encounters

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If Charles Homar, the narrator and antihero of William Giraldi’s debut novel, “Busy Monsters,” somehow showed up on your doorstep — on his way, perhaps, to murder a romantic rival, to capture the mythical beast Bigfoot, or to reclaim the giant squid-obsessed object of his affection, Gillian — you might want to shut the door politely yet firmly. Not only is Charlie seriously solipsistic, thoroughly trouble prone, given to talking as if he’s devoured a thesaurus, and occasionally weapon toting; you’d also assuredly find your foibles and failings flamboyantly recounted for the 600,000 readers of New Nation Weekly, where Homar’s memoirs regularly appear.

Barnes & Noble ReviewBut as unpalatable as the fictional Homar would be as a real live person, he’s an absolutely delicious character, making a series of hilariously nearsighted (and outright bad) decisions to propel himself through this far-fetched (and downright funny) narrative.

Each wacky, action-packed chapter of “Busy Monsters” is an installment in the serialized memoirs Charles publishes in his weekly magazine column; he periodically pauses in the midst of his adventures to hammer out another segment on deadline “for my slave-driving editor.” Amusingly, the people Charles meets in each chapter have all read his preceding serialized installments — and have opinions on Charles’ story and style that may echo the reader’s own thoughts and responses. “I have a nagging suspicion that only about forty percent of what you write is true,” one character tells Charles upon meeting him. “I also think your people all speak alike.”

It’s a clever device, and less gimmicky than you might think, in part because Giraldi, who teaches writing at Boston University and is a fiction editor at the literary magazine AGNI, seems completely in control. The voice he has given Charles is singular and arresting; it’s flowery but a bit thorny, too — occasionally overwhelming like a heavy perfume — and filled with quirky turns of phrase, unexpected literary and cultural allusions, self-aware asides, and highfalutin word choices that would make Roget swell with pride.

The plot, too, is an exciting yet masterfully managed hodgepodge. “Stunned by love and some would say stupid from too much sex, I decided I had to drive down South to kill a man,” the book begins. A different author might try to stretch the suspense stirred by that opening setup into an entire novel; Giraldi settles that plot point in the first chapter and then takes us all sorts of other surprising places.

One moment Charlie is drunk with love and breaking into a Virginia state trooper’s home with blood on his mind and “a killer’s knife tucked into my boot,” the next he’s mad with heartbreak, firing a borrowed rifle at the hull of a squid hunter’s ship. The latter escapade lands him in a pleasant Maine jail, where he enjoys gourmet prison food and shares a cell with a computer geek interested in the Loch Ness monster. And then he’s off to Washington state on a misguided mission to impress his far-flung former fiancée by bagging Bigfoot, accompanying a man whose business card reads “ROMP: I BRING IT BACK DEAD.”

Let us pause here for a description of Romp, courtesy of Charles’ friend Groot: “Hunter. Scholar. Priest. Negro. Prophet. Man of jazz and all items sacrosanct. Shaves with obsidian. Has razzle and the necessary dazzle to mix it with. Also copulated with Florence Ballard [of the singing group the Supremes] in 1974.”

Giraldi’s characters are all similarly kooky and compelling. We meet people like Sandy McDougal, Charles’s wall-eyed ex-girlfriend, who has traded academia for alien abduction and taken up with a pint-size Filipino flim-flam man; Morris Hammerstein, an enlightened Jewish astronomer and family man who ends up boxing an angry lesbian (stereotypes are self-consciously abundant in Charles’ narratives) in his backyard; and Richie Lombardo, a famous body builder with a couple of Ivy League-educated Asian call girls named Mimi from Madam Chung’s House of Superior Entertainment going at it near the basement barbells in his luxe New Jersey manse.

After all his randy and reckless romps hither and thither, by the time Charles finally, in the story’s finale, makes a decent decision — “People? This is how I develop here, people: by taking charge of this situation in a sensible fashion, by choosing order over chaos, by pushing instead of being pulled. I am asserting my will,” he tells a passel of characters urging a more dramatic and dangerous choice — readers may be ready to see him go. The same cannot be said of this entertaining debut’s author. Having invited him in, we’ll want to see Giraldi stick around awhile.

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“Does the Noise in My Head Bother You?”: A rock star revealed

The Aerosmith frontman has done many drugs and slept with lots of women -- and he'd like to tell you about it

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During a recent episode of “American Idol,” the popular TV talent show in which the famously foul-mouthed and flamboyant Aerosmith frontman Steven Tyler has reinvented himself as a family-friendly judge, host Ryan Seacrest good-naturedly stopped by the judging table to rib Tyler about his new book, “Does the Noise in My Head Bother You?”

Barnes & Noble Review“This book is not for the faint of heart,” Seacrest noted, adding, “You’ve really exposed yourself here. Is there any area you haven’t touched?”

Tyler dodged the question, but the answer may well be “no.” In his wildly galloping memoir (not to be confused with Aerosmith’s 2003 exercise in group autobiography, “Walk This Way”), the man who has long fired up the blue-jean-wearing masses with songs including “Dream On,” “Sweet Emotion,” “Walk This Way” and “Dude (Looks Like a Lady),” singing and strutting his way into rock ‘n’ roll history, seems to have left no story untold, no score unsettled, no secret unrevealed.

He rips into venal ex-managers and jealous ex-wives. (No fan of lawyers or monogamy he.) He goes into detail about the drugs he’s done (he seems to have done them all, fondly describing where and how he did them and with whom and how they affected him) and the women he’s done (ditto). He describes long-standing grievances with fellow band members (he and guitarist Joe Perry weren’t called the “Toxic Twins” for nothing: “JOE’S A CREEP — I’M AN ASSHOLE,” he writes emphatically) and even goes so far as to reveal their relative endowments.

While the book is unapologetically profane, inarguably self-serving and at times ragingly uncontrolled (like a memoir amped up on speed), it’s also bracingly honest, frequently funny (as “Idol” watchers and Aerosmith fans know, Tyler has a way with a clever turn of phrase) and admirably human. Tyler’s now 63 and a grandpa. He’s gotten clean (several times), had children by three different women (two of whom he’d married), broken up and gotten back together with his band (who knows how many times?), and has finally made peace with many of his demons: the drug addictions, the romantic betrayals, the parenting failures, the ego-driven battles with band mates.

“I may be a monster,” he writes, in apparent hope that the reader might see “the more spiritual side of me” beneath the bad boy stereotype, “but I’m a sensitive monster.”

Ultimately, Tyler seems torn between the urge to preserve his carefully cultivated rock star pose and the desire to drop the mask. “It’s hard to tell who I am by the trail left by my musical career,” he writes. “I am the Demon of Screamin’, the dude that looks like a lady, the rag doll that married Lucy in the Sky. But I’m also something more than the rock ‘n’ roll junky whore who got his foot inside the door.”

Beneath Tyler’s sex-and-drugs-and-rock-’n'-roll tough talk and raging narcissism — Tyler calls it LSD: Lead Singer Disorder — there’s a surprising self-awareness, a capacity for empathy, an ability to connect. That’s a big part of what has attracted all those fans and all those women — and now, one imagines, all those readers.

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Your sons’ summer vacation reading list

From amphibian tales to sinister sci-fi, your guide to keeping your boys reading throughout the holiday months

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Your sons' summer vacation reading list

Last week, we hoped to spark conversation — and further suggestions — with a list of five amazing books to hand daughters this summer. We’re not leaving the boys behind. Here is our list of five great books for boys of all ages (books that will also, of course, appeal to girls, too). If your (or your kid’s) favorite book has been left off this list — John D. Fitzgerald’s “The Great Brain”? Norton Juster’s “The Phantom Tollbooth”? The Lemony Snicket books? Or, for the sports-minded child, Dan Gutman’s Baseball Card Adventure Series, or Kadir Nelson’s remarkable “We Are the Ship”? — blog about it on Open Salon: Just make sure to tag your post “Building a bookworm,” and we’ll cross-post the best ones onto Salon itself.

And now for our list:

“Frog and Toad Are Friends” by Arnold Lobel (Ages 4-8)

The thing about Lobel’s Frog and Toad — see also the equally wonderful “Days With Frog and Toad,” “Frog and Toad All Year” and “Frog and Toad Together” — is that, despite the whole amphibian thing, they’re so damn human. Toad is crabby, self-doubting and, let’s face it, somewhat prone to depression. Frog has a sunny, can-do disposition. And they may be an odd couple, of the Oscar and Felix variety, but they are also kind, supportive, considerate, loving friends. And though these stories are, of course, beloved by children of both sexes, the way these two very different fellows take care of each other — and delight in each other’s company — seems like a particularly valuable example for young boys.

“Diary of a Wimpy Kid” by Jeff Kinney (Ages 9-12)

Kinney’s “Wimpy Kid” series may not be writing at its finest, but it has struck a major chord with boys, capturing the attention of even the most reluctant readers. Described as “a novel in cartoons” — with lots of drawn illustrations, a lined-paper format and a font that looks like handwriting — it has an undeniable charm, evoking the misery that is middle school in spare, deft strokes. Its beleaguered narrator, Greg Heffley, isn’t the most sympathetic character, selling out his best friend Rowley when the occasion suits him, but he has a keen eye for demoralizing details. Like the cheese that lies rotting and repulsive on his school blacktop, spawning the terrors of “Cheese Touch.” “It’s basically like the Cooties,” Greg explains. “If you get the Cheese Touch, you’re stuck with it until you pass it on to someone else. The only way to protect yourself from the Cheese Touch is to cross your fingers.” If that doesn’t take you right back to middle school, well, you’re luckier than some of us.

“Danny the Champion of the World” by Roald Dahl (Ages 9-12)

If there is a more moving depiction of the relationship between a son and his father in all of literature than the one in this rollicking adventure tale, we’d sure like to know about it. “It is impossible to tell you how much I loved my father,” Dahl’s narrator, Danny, tells us. “When he was sitting close to me on my bunk I would reach out and slide my hand into his, and then he would fold his long fingers around my fist, holding it tight.” But Danny’s love for his dad — a filling station owner and widower who is raising his only child in a gypsy caravan — is apparent in every line, every moment of this story. Danny’s dad, he tells us, is an “eye-smiler,” whose eyes flash and twinkle when he is amused, but who never much moves his mouth. “I was glad my father was an eye-smiler,” Danny writes, “because it is impossible to make your eyes twinkle if you aren’t feeling twinkly yourself.” This gentle, funny, genuinely wonderful book will leave boys (and their parents) eye-smiling and deliciously amused.

“The Lightning Thief” by Rick Riordan (Ages 9-12)

Start your son on this first book in Riordan’s Percy Jackson and the Olympians series and watch him read away his summer. When we first meet Percy, he just seems like a troubled kid on the verge of getting kicked out of yet another school. In fact, he’s gone through six schools in six years: Bad things just seem to keep happening to him. It isn’t long before Percy (short for Perseus), and we, learn that those strange things he thinks he’s been hallucinating are actually real. Mythological monsters and gods — satyrs, minotaurs, centaurs — really are populating his life and he himself is a half-blood: His father, whom he never knew and had been told had been “lost at sea,” is, in fact, Poseidon. This popular series is a great read for any myth-minded kid who cut his teeth on “D’Aulaires’ Book of Greek Myths.” Come to think of it, it’s a great read for any kid. Come to think of it again, it’s just a great read.

“The Giver” by Lois Lowry (Young Adult)

This book about a futuristic world that initially seems utopian (no crime, no poverty, no illness, abundantly good manners), but, as it turns out, is less than ideal (no color, no music, no sunshine), is creepy yet altogether compelling. As it begins, 11-year-old Jonas is apprehensively anticipating his Ceremony of Twelve, when he will receive his adult Assignment from the Committee of Elders. Will he be a Nurturer or a judge, like the parents who are raising him? Will be a Caretaker of the Old, like his friend Fiona? But Jonas does not receive a conventional assignment: He is selected to become the community’s next Receiver of Memory, tasked absorbing the collective recollection of pain and pleasure, which the community has long since eschewed in pursuit of comfort, stability and Sameness. Jonas meets daily with the previous Receiver, now the Giver, and learns to appreciate a world with choice and compassion — and love.

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Your daughters’ summer vacation reading list

Looking for smart books to entertain your girls when they're home from school? Here's your guide

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Your daughters' summer vacation reading list

Memorial Day is just around the corner, and school is nearly out. Even if you’ve planned a full summer of activities for your kids — camps, trips, days at the beach — there may come a moment when they look at you, bored and beseeching, wondering how to fill those long, hot days. What then?

Hand them a book. A really good book. To help you out, we’ve put together two lists of great books for kids, one tailored especially for girls, one curated with boys in mind, though of course all the books on these lists may be enjoyed by kids of either gender. This week we’ll start off with especially engaging reads for girls of all ages (the boys list will appear next Thursday):

“Lilly’s Purple Plastic Purse” by Kevin Henkes (Ages 4-8)

Plenty of people have other favorites by Henkes — “Chrysanthemum,” “Owen,” “Sheila Rae, the Brave,” “Chester’s Way.” But “Lilly’s Purple Plastic Purse” stands out for its emotional nuance. Lilly, a young mouse who wears fabulous red cowboy boots, adores her teacher, Mr. Slinger. One day, Lilly brings her new purse to school, and is seriously excited to show it to the class. Asked to wait, she can’t quite manage to restrain herself, repeatedly interrupting the class to show off her new treasure. When Mr. Slinger takes the purse away until the end of the school day, Lilly, infuriated, gets revenge by drawing a mean picture of him and slipping it into his bag. Then, on the way home, she finds that Mr. Slinger has written her a sweet note, “Today was a difficult day. Tomorrow will be better.” Lilly is filled with sickening regret. But she apologizes and is forgiven and, best of all, manages to forgive herself. Mr. Slinger’s words, and Lilly’s acceptance of herself — on good days and bad — are lessons that any fabulous little girl (or grown woman) who occasionally struggles to control her impulses can take to heart.

“Eloise” by Kay Thompson, Drawings by Hilary Knight (Ages 7 and up)

There’s a reason this book about a 6-year-old girl making all manner of mischief in New York’s Plaza Hotel, originally published in 1955, is beloved by girls and women everywhere. Actually, there are myriad reasons, Knight’s breathtakingly elegant, deliciously expressive illustrations significantly among them. But mostly, it’s Eloise herself — that never-bored, perpetually inventive little girl, who orders everything from room service with a definitive “and charge it please, Thank you very much,” torments her tutor, adores her nanny, misses her absent mom (though she’d never say so), braids her pet turtle Skipperdee’s ears first thing each morning (“Otherwise he gets cross and develops a rash”), and generally spends her days, well, pretty much as she pleases. She’s a far cry from the overscheduled, helicopter-parented children of today.

“Ramona the Pest” by Beverly Cleary (Ages 7-12)

There are those who would make a strong case that Barbara Park’s more recent Junie B. Jones series is the better girl-starring series for this age group. Then there are those who remember devouring Cleary’s books by the pile when they themselves were around 7. Those people will point to the books’ enduring popularity, and the fact that the adventures (er … misadventures) of the irrepressible Romana can still deeply absorb girls — and yes, boys, too — just transitioning to chapter books, and make them laugh and laugh. If Ramona is a pest, she’s a pest many children can truly relate to.

“Little Women,” by Louisa May Alcott (Ages 9-12)

Ah, the March sisters — coltish tomboy Jo; frail, sweet Beth; beautiful, practical Meg; pampered, artistic Amy — living in genteel poverty with their mother, Marmee, in their New England home and struggling to make the best of things while their father is away, fighting in the Civil War. As wonderfully warm and endearingly romantic as you may remember them to be, the stories that make up the novel are surprisingly insightful, fresh and modern. It’s a book worth returning to, if you haven’t picked it up since childhood, and a lovely book for girls in the midst of their own.

“Are You There God? It’s Me, Margaret” by Judy Blume (Ages 9-12)

For many girls and young women, this book pretty much wraps up their preteen years: the angst over their changing bodies (or bodies that aren’t changing fast enough), the confusion over fitting in socially and staking a claim to their own beliefs, the deep desire to know right now what life will bring them at its own pace. Blume’s protagonist, 11-year-old Margaret, whose family moves to the New Jersey suburbs from New York City when she’s on the brink of sixth grade — that universally difficult year — contends with all of this, chatting with God in her bed at night though she has been raised in a non-religious home. Grown-ups who read this book years or even decades ago (it was initially released in 1970) can probably conjure images of first bras and first periods. And while they may recall how personal and real the book felt, they may have forgotten how funny it is, too.

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Is your favorite book sorely lacking from this list? Let’s face it, any list of five great books for girls is, by definition, woefully inadequate. Where, you might ask, looking over this handful of literary selections, is Frances Hodgson Burnett’s “The Secret Garden”? Or Roald Dahl’s “Matilda”? Or L.M. Mongtomery’s “Anne of Green Gables”? Or Astrid Lindren’s “Pippi Longstocking”? Or Madeline L’Engle’s “A Wrinkle in Time”? Or Alice, or Madeline, or Coraline? Or, frankly, a host of other long-loved favorites?

If your most treasured read hasn’t been included here, don’t shake your fist in the air and curse the gods at the injustice of it all: Blog about your own summer reading suggestions for kids on Open Salon (make sure to explain what makes them so great). Don’t forget to tag your post “Building a bookworm.” We’ll be cross-posting your submissions on Salon in the coming weeks.

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