Craig Offman

Multitude of wins

Michael Cunningham nabs the Pulitzer; Leonardo DiCaprio grabs "Dreamland;" U. Michigan hits fiction MFA gold.

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History is on the side of writer Kevin Baker. His period novel, “Dreamland,” just sold to Birkin, Leonardo diCaprio’s fledgling film production company for an undisclosed amount. “Let’s just say I’m very satisfied,” says the 40-year-old New York native. Baker, the chief researcher on Harold Evans’ “The American Century,” completed two novels while working on the power publisher’s nine-year project. The first, published in 1993, was called “Sometimes You See It Coming” and based on the life of baseball slugger Ty Cobb. The most recent, “Dreamland,” which takes its title from a burned-down amusement park in Coney Island, was published only last month.

Set at the turn of the century, the novel’s walk-ons by famous and semifamous historical figures — from Freud to Big Tim Sullivan — have inspired comparisons to E.L. Doctorow’s “Ragtime.” The San Francisco Chronicle called it “brilliantly imagined and assiduously researched.” Not every review has been kind, though. Newsday’s Chris Lehmann excoriated the book, saying that “no convincing human situation has sprouted from the novel’s accumulated mass of historical detail.” Hmmm … sounds like a certain gazillion-dollar cinematic blockbuster we know.

DiCaprio, meanwhile, is in Thailand finishing up the film version of the Alex Garland novel “The Beach,” where the production has been cause of great wrath among environmentalists.

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If your literary dreams include studying fiction writing at the University of Iowa, you may want to dream again. The famed M.F.A. program has nurtured some of the best, it’s true, including recent alumnus and lit world darling Nathan Englander. According to Scribner’s Best of the Fiction Workshops series, however, Iowa ranks a few notches below a surprise number one, the University of Michigan at Ann Arbor.

For the last three years, Scribner’s has put together collections of short stories plucked from M.A. and M.F.A. programs in the U.S and Canada. (This year’s editon comes out on April 14.) Series editor John Kulka says that the decision to include a story is made strictly on merit with no attempt to be “representational.” “We choose these stories blindly,” he says. Surveying all three collections, Salon added up the number of stories selected from each program. Michigan came in first with four. Though Iowa ranks in the middle, there are other surprisingly strong showings as well: Montreal’s Concordia University and Florida State University. Here’s how Scribner’s informal “rankings” compare to those of U.S. News and World Report’s Best Writing Programs, a survey from 1997.

U.S. News and World Report
University of Iowa (4.5 score, out of 5 possible)

Johns Hopkins University (4.2)

University of Houston (4.2)

Columbia University (4.1)

University of Virginia (4.1)

Scribner’s
University of Michigan (4 writers)

Florida State University (3 writers)

Columbia University (3 writers)

Concordia University (3 writers)

Pennsylvania State U. (3 writers)

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Michael Cunningham, whose third novel “The Hours” won the PEN/Faulkner award last week, also won the Pulitzer Prize today in the fiction catagory. Margaret Edson, a kindergarten teacher, took the drama award for her cancer-related drama “Wit.” A. Scott Berg’s “Lindbergh” received the history prize, and former U.S. poet laureate Mark Strand received the prize for his “Blizzard of One.”

John McPhee, who like Cunningham is published by Farrar, Straus and Giroux, won in the general non-fiction category for “Annals of the Former World.” Two New York-area history professors, Edwin G. Burrows of Brooklyn College and Mike Wallace of John Jay College, took the history award for “Gotham: A History of New York City to 1898.”

Pistils drawn

The publisher of the 1-800-FLOWERS CEO's memoir blames him for the book's failure.

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Things aren’t too rosy these days for Jim McCann of 1-800-FLOWERS and Ballantine, the publisher that bought the CEO’s autobiography for a $1 million advance. McCann’s unfortunately titled “Stop and Sell the Roses: Lessons from Business and Life,” shipped a modest 20,000 copies and wilted on the shelf. As a result, there’s been some recent mudslinging.

An unnamed Ballantine employee complained to Publisher’s Weekly that McCann had foisted both the unfortunate title and the “would-be-winsome” cover photo (of McCann brandishing a bouquet) onto his publisher. In the same article, a Barnes & Noble manager dismissed the memoir as an “ego book.” That genre includes such classics as Donald Trump’s “The Art of the Deal” and “Pour Your Heart into It” by Howard Schultz, the C.E.O. of Starbucks, and it could be described as a self-aggrandizing autobiography by a powerful business figure, someone whose success guarantees the author an unusual amount of leverage in how the book is marketed.

McCann’s spokesman, Ken Young, who participated in many of the decisions about “Flowers,” seemed surprised by the tone of the PW article. “Ballantine accepted the book. They loved the book. We discussed anything and everything about the book.” But when asked who came up with the title, Young became evasive: “I don’t recall that,” he said. According to PW, the publishing house preferred a more business-oriented (and pun-free) title, “The Accidental Entrepreneur,” but in the end had to defer to the power of the flower: McCann, whom Young claims picked up the tab for the costs of visiting 19 of the 25 cities of his media tour, got to pick the title.

Asked to respond to the unnamed source’s claims, Young advocated restraint: “Who do we go to? Some lady who’s rumored to have said something?” Ballantine itself did not respond to repeated requests for comment. “The experience was a good one,” maintains Young. “Would any publisher make a big commitment on something that wasn’t going to work?” Spoken like someone in the flower business.

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Washington Post book reporter defects

David Streitfeld, who unveiled Joe Klein as the author of "Primary Colors," is ditching the book beat to cover technology.

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With its revamped design, the Washington Post’s book section has seen a big change, but a bigger one is afoot: Books reporter David Streitfeld is shifting jobs.

The formidable literary sleuth has broken important stories and uncovered some startling frauds during his 12-year tenure. Perhaps his biggest coup came in 1996, when he unmasked Newsweek writer Joe Klein as the author of the Clinton roman ` clef “Primary Colors.”

An antiquarian-book buyer, Streitfeld stumbled upon a listing in a used book catalog for a galley proof of the controversial novel that happened to contain handwritten notes in its margins. Streitfeld bought the book, and on a hunch he sent it off, with a sample of Klein’s writing, to a handwriting analyst. “It was just the one inspired stroke of my life,” Streitfeld wryly told Salon. Another Streitfeld “stroke” took place last August, when he revealed that the judges who selected the Modern Library’s much-discussed list of the 100 best novels of the century had little to do with each book’s final place on the list and were often as surprised by the rankings as the general public.

This May, the word “bookmarks” will take on a whole new meaning for Streitfeld, as he moves to the Post’s Silicon Valley beat — “an interesting job at an interesting time,” as he says. He is no stranger to new technology; last year he predicted the massive popularity of Amazon.com. Business editor Fred Barbash is clearly pleased with his choice: “David has a good background in the field. He has a strong sense of the industry and of the culture of the industry.” Marie Arana, the deputy editor of the Post’s book section, concurs: “Anything he does is done in a graceful and sliding manner. We’re sorry to lose him to the money world.”

As for his move to California, Streitfeld seems stressed but characteristically ahead of the game. “Hey,” he says, “can you hyperlink this article to some housing sites?”

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Capitol crackpots: Who gets zapped in Christopher Buckley's D.C. satire

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“Little Green Men,” Christopher Buckleys satirical D.C. roman ` clef, takes aim at crackpots in the nation’s capital. It takes a few below-the-Beltway swipes as well.

The novel follows a George Will-like talking head named John Oliver Banion, who is kidnapped from his golf course by aliens and must then convince a host of Washingtonians of the UFO threat. Among them is the pseudo-defense expert Karl Cuntmore, a “hugely successful writer of technological-thriller novels.” That could be a tag for anyone from Michael Crichton to William Gibson, but this particular writer considers himself a military man about town. “Oh, don’t play soldier with me,” Banion warns him. “The only uniform you ever wore was a Cub Scout outfit, with a merit badge for pulling the legs off insects.” Could this be “The Hunt for Red October” author Tom Clancy?

Another of Buckley’s thinly disguised victims is Clinton aide Vernon Jordan, who in the novel becomes Banion’s love-hungry African-American friend Burton Galilee, a “lawyer, lobbyist, friend of presidents who had turned down a Supreme Court appointment rather than give up, as he has actually put it to Banion, a confidant, ‘God’s greatest gift to mankind — pussy.’”

Ninety-two-year-old Sen. Raysor Mentallius of Wyoming, chairman of the Senate Hindsight Committee, is a “keen appreciator of feminine beauty, a trait he expressed by groping every woman that he met. In the old days, this was of course standard practice among senators. In the era of political correctness it was not, but he managed to persist in his tactile enthusiasms by pretending to be functionally blind.” There aren’t a lot of 92-year-old committee heads left in the Senate — besides South Carolina’s Strom Thurmond.

Only a few notables escape Buckley’s nonpartisan blade. These lucky figures include Tom Brokaw, Jeffrey Toobin and serial groom Larry King, who are all identified by their own names. Apparently the press is mightier than the sword.

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Book log

Nazi or hero?

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Novelist Michael Ondaatje has been criticized — most notably in the Washington Post — for his glorification of Count Lazlo Almasy, the Hungarian hero of “The English Patient” and a historical figure who acted as a German operative during World War II. As a fiction writer, Ondaatje can claim creative license. Recently, however, another romantic version of Almasy’s life has been advanced — this time by a historian.

Last month, Janos Kubassek, a respected Hungarian scholar, published “The True Story of the English Patient,” a biography that has yet to find an English translator. Kubassek, the director of the Hungarian Historical Museum in Erd, purports that Almasy, an expert geographer and guide to the deserts of North Africa, was — contrary to the claims of detractors — no Nazi. He also maintains that, in 1944, after the count had returned to his homeland and the Nazis were pressuring Hungarians to turn over their Jews, Almasy actually saved the lives of two Jews.

Kubassek’s evidence is based on a Hungarian war-crimes tribunal that, in 1946, cleared Almasy of any wrongdoing after a two-hour trial. Almasy had been indicted on the relatively minor charge of propaganda. The prosecutors used Almasy’s geographic research as support for the charge. Not surprisingly, given the nature of this evidence, Almasy was cleared.

“That case was a show trial with a happy ending,” says Janos Mazsu, a professor of Hungarian social history at Indiana University who taught the 41-year-old Kubassek at Debrecen University in Hungary. In a less biased court, perhaps, Almasy’s 1943 memoir, “With Rommel’s Army in Libya” — which contains an homage to the Desert Fox — might have led to a different decision. Kubassek’s assertion that Almasy saved the lives of two Jews is based on the same court records. Kubassek’s biography, like the novel and the movie, also glosses over Almasy’s homosexuality and his affair with Hans Entholt, a young German officer killed during the war. (Mazsu describes Kubassek as “a sensitive and talented young scholar.”)

Born in 1895 at what is now known as the Bernstein castle (currently a tourist attraction for Almasy fans), the monarchist count worked for the Germans before the Hungarians joined the Axis powers in 1941. Almasy eventually enlisted in Rommel’s Afrika Korps as a lieutenant and led a 2,000-mile expedition through the Libyan desert with two German spies. For his gallant efforts, Rommel awarded him not one but two Iron Crosses. When the war ended, Almasy organized safari tours in Africa. One Hungarian ex-fascist has also alleged that Almasy worked as an informant for the Soviet-controlled Hungarian government. In 1951, Almasy died of dysentery in Austria. Almasy makes for a dashing, exotic hero in the novel and screen versions of “The English Patient,” the embodiment of doomed love. But in real life, every aspect of Almasy’s life (including the question of whether he was truly a count) is hotly contested. Was he a patriot merely doing his duty to his country, or did he fully embrace the Nazi cause? This question has implications not just for Almasy and his admirers and detractors, but for Hungary itself, a nation still grappling with its complicity with the Nazis during World War II.

Perhaps these mysteries have only added to Almasy’s allure. Four Feathers, a New Jersey film production company, is currently making a documentary about the geographer’s adventures — and the debate about his true inclinations.

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