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	<title>Salon.com > Priya Jain</title>
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		<title>The struggle for independents</title>
		<link>http://www.salon.com/2007/06/21/independent_press/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 21 Jun 2007 10:50:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The bankruptcy of a book distributor sent shock waves through the indie publishing world, leaving small presses like McSweeney's struggling to survive.  Can the Internet help keep them afloat?]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://store.mcsweeneys.net/">McSweeney's</a> is holding a garage sale of sorts. An e-mail sent out last week announced that, "for the next week or so," the publishing house founded by <a href="http://dir.salon.com/topics/dave_eggers/">Dave Eggers</a> would be selling its new books at 30 percent off and its backlist at 50 percent off. It is also, by way of eBay, auctioning off donations from its more well-known contributors: One could bid on an original <a href="http://archive.salon.com/books/review/2005/09/02/ware/index.html">Chris Ware</a> comics page, a personal tour of "The Daily Show" guided by John Hodgman, or a "one-sentence apology to your boyfriend/girlfriend, written and signed by Miranda July." </p><p> But the excitement stirred by the McSweeney's e-mail had less to do with the booty on offer than with the alarming news that McSweeney's needed to raise money at all. For fans, and for those who follow book-trade news, the e-mail raised the possibility that the much-beloved publisher could become another casualty of a bankruptcy saga that has engulfed the independent-<a href="http://dir.salon.com/topics/publishing/">publishing</a> world for six months. </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2007/06/21/independent_press/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The mad Russian</title>
		<link>http://www.salon.com/2006/09/01/zamyatin/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Sep 2006 11:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Years before "1984," Yevgeny Zamyatin wrote "We" -- a dystopian nightmare that remains eerily relevant even as Huxley and Orwell seem almost quaint.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>"True literature," wrote the Russian author Yevgeny Zamyatin, "can exist only where it is created, not by diligent and trustworthy functionaries, but by madmen, hermits, heretics, dreamers, rebels, and skeptics." In that case, Zamyatin was a truly mad heretic. The father of the dystopian novel, Zamyatin is widely recognized as the first writer to take H.G. Wells' science-fiction vision and turn it on its head. If the novel, with its low-tech paper-and-ink delivery system, is rebellion against scientific progress, the dystopian novel has to be the greatest act of rebellion in existence. Technology is about making us more efficient and happier; the dystopian novel is about making us realize how important, and deeply human, it is to be lazy and unhappy. </p><p>Zamyatin wrote his masterpiece "We" in 1920-21 as a satire of the tyrannical bent institutionalized Bolshevism was taking -- years before the worst features of the Soviet system truly became apparent. "We" served as the inspiration for George Orwell's "1984," and although Aldous Huxley swore he'd never read "We," his "Brave New World" bears a resemblance to it. ("We" also probably influenced Ray Bradbury's "Fahrenheit 451," Ayn Rand's "Anthem," and Ursula K. Le Guin's "The Dispossessed.") And yet Zamyatin's name is rarely mentioned when discussing dystopian literature outside of the classroom. Orwell and Huxley regularly top best-book lists; "Big Brother," "newspeak" and "soma" are a part of our lexicon, but invoking terms from "We" brings up blank looks. </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2006/09/01/zamyatin/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Son of a preacher man</title>
		<link>http://www.salon.com/2006/08/21/kevin_jennings/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Aug 2006 10:15:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Kevin Jennings grew up gay in a strict Baptist household, taunted for being a "faggot" at his own father's funeral. So why does he still believe Christianity and gay rights can coexist?]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The Southern Baptist Church that Kevin Jennings grew up in taught him that his very thoughts would ensure him a place in hell. The son of a fundamentalist preacher, Jennings struggled with his attraction to men from an early age. It's not surprising, then, that he has few happy memories of his childhood. When he lived in Lewisville, N.C., in the 1970s, Jennings' classmates tortured him, and he endured games like "smear the queer" in gym class. His teachers picked on him or, at best, ignored him. Even when Jennings found himself, at 8 years old, crying at his father's funeral, instead of consoling him, his brother just growled, "Don't be a faggot." Rather than closet himself into adulthood, though, Jennings grew up to found the Gay, Lesbian, and Straight Education Network (GLSEN) -- a national organization working to stop harassment in schools. </p><p> "Mama's Boy, Preacher's Son" is Jennings' memoir of coming of age, coming out and moving on, told without self-pity. Despite his woeful childhood, his story is a victorious one. Jennings describes abandoning Lewisville for a scholarship to Harvard; becoming a high school history teacher; and establishing, with his students, the first Gay-Straight Alliance student club (there are now over 3,000 around the country) before developing GLSEN. Along the way, he finds out that his family is not as close-minded as he expected: After Jennings comes out to his mother, she quietly starts a PFLAG (Parents, Families and Friends of Lesbians and Gays) chapter in her small town. </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2006/08/21/kevin_jennings/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The untouchable</title>
		<link>http://www.salon.com/2006/04/29/mehta_2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 29 Apr 2006 11:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[When Deepa Mehta's film "Water" challenged the traditionally harsh fate of India's widows, enraged Hindu extremists rioted. The director talks about fundamentalism, desire and the "long-suffering Indian housewife."]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When "Fire," the first film in Deepa Mehta's elements trilogy, came out in 1996, it was a landmark moment. For my Indian parents and their friends, it was the first time they could walk into a multiplex in Atlanta and see a film in Hindi. The fact that it was by a <i>female</i> Indian director -- a very rare breed -- made it even more exciting. But "Fire" wasn't an easy film for most Indians to love; it was about two women in unhappy marriages who enter into a lesbian relationship with each other -- a subject that delighted a few but disturbed many. In India, Hindu fundamentalists attacked theaters playing the film, and "Fire" was eventually banned there and in Pakistan. </p><p> And so Deepa Mehta became one of India's most visible and controversial filmmakers. Although in the 1970s she emigrated to Toronto, where she shot her first two feature films, her return to India to make "Fire" established her reputation. Now "Water," the third installment in her elements trilogy -- the second was "Earth" (1998), about the nationalism that led to the 1948 partition of India and Pakistan -- is proving to be Mehta's most controversial film to date. </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2006/04/29/mehta_2/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The battle to ban birth control</title>
		<link>http://www.salon.com/2006/03/20/anti_contraception/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 20 Mar 2006 12:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Using bogus health facts to scare women about the "dangers" of contraception, a fledgling movement fights for a culture in which sex = procreation.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ever since she was in her early teens, Mary Worthington has been vehemently opposed to contraception, which she regards as immoral and dangerous. To spread her anti-birth-control gospel, this month she launched <a target="New" href="http://www.noroomforcontraception.com/index.htm">No Room for Contraception,</a> a clearinghouse for arguments and personal testimonials on this subject. NRFC joins other anti-contraception Web sites like <a target="new" href="http://www.quiverfull.com">Quiverfull</a> and <a target="new" href="http://www.omsoul.com/">One More Soul.</a> </p><p>Worthington, who wouldn't reveal where she lives and works, or her exact age, is a recent graduate of Franciscan University of Steubenville, in Ohio, where she earned a B.A. in theology and a minor in human life studies. She is also opposed to abortion. But NRFC doesn't even address abortion; its sole purpose is to "prove" that the pill and the IUD cause health problems and destroy women's fertility, that condoms lead to the spread of sexually transmitted diseases by making people believe that sex can be completely safe, that contraception destroys marriages by rendering sex an act of pleasure rather than one of procreation. Emboldened by the fact that the president and the two most recent Supreme Court nominees are anti-choice, a recent <a href="/mwt/broadsheet/2006/03/06/south_dakota/">antiabortion victory in South Dakota,</a> and <a href="/politics/war_room/2005/04/14/reproductive/">legislative success</a> restricting access to emergency contraception, groups like NRFC are shifting their focus and resources away from abortion and putting their energy into restricting birth control. </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2006/03/20/anti_contraception/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Years of magical thinking</title>
		<link>http://www.salon.com/2005/11/11/burroughs_4/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 11 Nov 2005 12:05:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Bestselling author Augusten Burroughs has built a fabulous career on his troubled childhood. Would it matter if he made it up?]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When it comes to milking fame out of a life story, few navel-gazers have been as successful as Augusten Burroughs. For close to 100 weeks, his 2002 memoir "Running With Scissors" has been sitting on the New York Times bestseller list, alongside longtime bestsellers from fellow memoirists Dave Pelzer ("A Child Called It") and David Sedaris ("Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim"). Next year, a long-awaited film version of "Scissors" starring Gwyneth Paltrow and Annette Bening will hit the big screen, and an earlier Burroughs book, the novel "Sellevision," is also being made into a movie. </p><p>Although he's only 40, Burroughs' life story seems to contain no end of salable anecdotes: After "Scissors," he published the follow-up memoir <a href="/mwt/feature/2003/07/08/burroughs/index.html">"Dry"</a> (2003) and a collection of personal essays, "Magical Thinking" (2004); he writes a monthly autobiographical column for Details (his writing has also appeared in Salon) and frequently contributes to NPR's "Morning Edition." According to his <a target="new" href="http://www.augusten.com/">Web site</a> -- a vision of salesmanship that helpfully reminds you on every page that Burroughs is a "#1 BESTSELLING AUTHOR" -- he's also working on a collection of essays and a holiday book. All of this would be only vaguely interesting if Burroughs were regarded as simply a wildly popular mass-market hack. But Burroughs' memoirs consistently generate glowing reviews and flattering comparisons to David Sedaris' work. And yet, he is a terrible writer. </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2005/11/11/burroughs_4/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Day scare</title>
		<link>http://www.salon.com/2005/11/02/day_care_2/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 02 Nov 2005 23:45:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Will child care stunt your kid's social skills? Three studies find downsides, but the results aren't as terrifying as they seem.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p> As if overcrowded classrooms and school budget cuts weren't enough, parents who opened up Tuesday's New York Times found something else to worry about: the <a target="new" href="http://www.nytimes.com/2005/11/01/national/01child.html?oref=login">findings</a> from three new studies about child care that call into question some of its supposed benefits. </p><p>Parents who thought their children were acquiring valuable social skills at day care discovered that two of the studies, which focused on cognitive and social development in kindergartners and third-graders, found that while kids who spent long hours in child care developed strong reading and math skills, they tended to have poorer social skills than children who stayed at home with a parent. And parents who might have thought that private nannies or family care arrangements -- where a caretaker looks after several kids in a private home -- would be safer for their children, discovered, via the third study, that their kids were 16 times more likely to die than children in child-care centers. </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2005/11/02/day_care_2/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>We see dead people?</title>
		<link>http://www.salon.com/2005/10/21/roach_5/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 21 Oct 2005 12:20:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[In a follow-up to her bestselling "Stiff," Mary Roach searches for proof of the afterlife -- and finds some startling (and scary) evidence.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>To be polite about it, Mary Roach has a rather eccentric sense of curiosity. When she was a <a href="/directory/topics/mary_roach/">columnist</a> for Salon, the advent of Thanksgiving led her to <a href="http://archive.salon.com/health/col/roac/1999/12/03/roach/index.html">investigate</a> how much a human stomach could hold before it burst. That column, as well as one on a human crash-test dummy, inspired her first book, which looked at the odd ways science puts your donated remains to use (like seeing how much food it takes to burst a stomach). While "Stiff: The Curious Lives of Human Cadavers" was climbing the bestseller lists (and even made a cameo on "Six Feet Under"), Roach started to wonder about what happened after death to that other part of us: the intangible, undonatable part -- the consciousness, or the soul. </p><p><a target="new" href="http://jump.salon.com/xlink?3253">"Spook: Science Tackles the Afterlife"</a> is Roach's answer to that question, or rather it's her exhibit of the various conclusions reached by scientists trying to determine whether part of us lives after our bodies give out. There are no Ouija boards here (well, maybe a couple). Instead, Roach relies on a string of men in lab coats -- the lucky ones armed with high-tech scales and sensors and sound equipment, the not-so-fortunate at least possessing a relentless set of questions and an unshakable conviction that the scientific method can suss out the truth on anything, even that which normally belongs to the realm of religion and mysticism. </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2005/10/21/roach_5/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Not just filmed but &#8220;Illuminated&#8221;</title>
		<link>http://www.salon.com/2005/09/20/liev_schreiber/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Sep 2005 20:12:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Liev Schreiber talks about what it was like adapting the bestselling "Everything Is Illuminated"  -- and not being able to recognize your own brother.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p> Liev Schreiber, 37, is among the most respected actors of his generation, with major roles on stage (he recently finished a run as Richard Roma in the Broadway production of "Glengarry Glen Ross," for which he won a Tony) and screen, where he's had savvy supporting roles in big movies such as <a href="/ent/movies/review/2004/07/30/manchurian/">"The Manchurian Candidate"</a> (2004) and the <a href="/ent/movies/1997/12/cov_12scream.html">"Scream"</a> series, and memorable parts in a body of highly regarded smaller films, including "A Walk on the Moon" (1999), "Walking and Talking" (1996), "The Daytrippers" (1996) and "Party Girl" (1995). </p><p> But it wasn't until he became a director, Schreiber says, that he started caring about the critics. When I met to talk with him recently in New York, he noticed a local paper as we sat down. </p><p> "Oh, it's a review," he said darkly, and tossed it out of the way. "I never took things personally as an actor," he said. "I never took things personally at all, not until I started doing this." </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2005/09/20/liev_schreiber/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Scene stealer</title>
		<link>http://www.salon.com/2005/07/16/howard_6/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 16 Jul 2005 20:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[He broke through in "Ray" and "Crash," and now he's stepping front and center -- and earning raves -- in "Hustle &#38; Flow." Is it any wonder that Terrence Howard is feeling so darn giddy?]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Terrence Howard is an incredibly happy guy. And he should be. He's spent more than a decade acting in relative obscurity, taking smallish parts in biggish films like "Dead Presidents," "Mr. Holland's Opus" and <a href="/ent/movies/review/2000/06/02/big_momma/">"Big Momma's House,"</a> starring in a couple of quickly canceled TV series ("Tall Hopes" and "Sparks"), and making at least one awful career choice (he turned down John Singleton's <a href="/ent/movies/review/2000/06/16/shaft/">"Shaft"</a> to play Muhammad Ali in a made-for-television movie). He appeared in dozens of films -- a recognizable face, but not attached to any particular name. Then he landed in <a href="/ent/movies/review/2004/10/29/ray/">"Ray,"</a> playing Ray Charles' friend and music partner Gossie McKee (and demonstrating his musical talents), and then in Paul Haggis' <a href="/ent/movies/review/2005/05/06/crash/">"Crash,"</a> and that's when everything changed. As Cameron, a successful black director who suffers the indignity of watching a racist cop feel up his wife, Howard's performance was one of the film's most memorable, both for its emotion and its restraint, and suddenly not only did he seem to be in every new film, you also remembered his name. </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2005/07/16/howard_6/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Orwell&#8217;s Burmese days</title>
		<link>http://www.salon.com/2005/06/23/larkin/</link>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 23 Jun 2005 14:10:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A new book ventures to an impenetrable corner of the world to show how Burma shaped one of the 20th century's most important writers.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>For a book about totalitarianism, Emma Larkin's <a target="new" href="http://jump.salon.com/xlink?3115">"Finding George Orwell in Burma"</a> contains a surprising number of jokes. Here's one about censorship, involving a Burmese man who travels abroad in order to see a dentist. "'Are there no dentists in your country?' [the dentist] asked the man with concern. 'Yes, yes, we have dentists,' the man replied. 'The problem is we are not allowed to open our mouths.'" </p><p>A Burmese friend of Larkin's tells the joke, as they're sitting in a tea shop in Mandalay, to signal that their discussion of politics has to come to a close; a couple of men who may or may not be government informers have just sat down at the next table. The scene smacks of the adjective "Orwellian," and in fact, Larkin's tea shop gathering is the meeting of an informal Orwell Book Club she starts in Mandalay. Her purpose in Burma, moreover, is to find out more about the writer whom one Burmese scholar calls "the prophet." As she writes, "In Burma, there is a joke that Orwell wrote not just one novel about the country, but three: a trilogy comprised of 'Burmese Days,' 'Animal Farm' and 'Nineteen Eighty-Four.'" </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2005/06/23/larkin/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>&#8220;Snobs&#8221; by Julian Fellowes</title>
		<link>http://www.salon.com/2005/03/30/fellowes/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Mar 2005 08:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[An entertaining first novel unravels the mores and manners of old-money England.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The characters in Julian Fellowes' "Snobs" who watch "Upstairs, Downstairs" and think wistfully about the genteel Edwardian days of upper-class life aren't wishful thinkers, but contemporary members of the minor nobility themselves. Safely ensconced in gloomy, chintz-filled manses, comforted by their noble titles and dusty oil paintings, they hold on to their importance by creating an exclusive enclave of old-money families, an airtight club that allows few outsiders -- and, one suspects from Fellowes' novel, with good reason. Fellowes, who wrote the screenplay to <a href="/ent/movies/review/2001/12/26/gosford_park/index.html">"Gosford Park,"</a> covers similar territory here in a gleeful account of what happens when those who try to rise in class penetrate the most exclusive stratum of them all. </p><p> The social climber in question is Edith Lavery, "Snobs'" antiheroine. A middle-class exemplar of "the English blonde with large eyes and nice manners," Edith sets her sights on the hallowed, old-money Broughton family and, specifically, the Broughton son, an earl. Despite the displeasure of his mother, Charles Broughton falls head over heels for the lovely and intelligent Edith, and overlooking his dull simplicity and lack of charm, Edith musters enough affection to become his bride. </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2005/03/30/fellowes/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>&#8220;Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close&#8221; by Jonathan Safran Foer</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 20 Mar 2005 08:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A precocious child who dresses in white, a mute and tattooed grandfather, and pages and pages of pictures of doorknobs all come together to make a surprisingly consoling novel.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have to admit that I haven't been too keen to read any of the half-dozen or so 9/11 novels marking this season's fiction lists. That date still feels too close, too fresh in the memory to necessitate a literary reminder, too difficult to render in fiction without the kind of overearnestness that ultimately estranges the reader from the emotional center of the event being described. That's why I was surprised to find that Jonathan Safran Foer's touching account of the grief and disorientation of 9/11's aftermath is also strangely healing. </p><p> "Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close" is the story of Oskar Schell, an eccentric 9-year-old, the kind of child that adults adore and kids love to pick on. Oskar -- like most of the characters in this book -- isn't exactly what you would call a realistic invention, but he is nonetheless an endearing and funny narrator. A sort of male, science-geek version of Eloise, he's precocious and independent, coming and going from his Upper West Side home without much adult interference. He dresses exclusively in white, plays the tambourine as he walks down the street, makes jewelry, obsessively searches the Internet and proclaims his favorite book to be "A Brief History of Time." </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2005/03/20/foer_2/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Adventures in the skin trade</title>
		<link>http://www.salon.com/2005/03/12/porn_11/</link>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 12 Mar 2005 20:29:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Whether you love porn or think it's an abomination, "The Other Hollywood" will shake up everything you think you know about the sex film industry.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>About three-quarters of the way through "The Other Hollywood: The Uncensored Oral History of the Porn Film Industry," Nina Hartley vents her frustration with the Meese Commission, President Reagan's attempt to stamp out pornography, and its unholy alliance with the radical feminist group Women Against Pornography. "What really irritated me about the Meese Commission and the radical right-wing feminists were the cries of 'Women and Children! Women and Children!'" Hartley says. "As an adult female, I didn't appreciate somebody infantilizing me and portraying me as someone who needs protection from the big, bad phallus -- or my own fantasies." </p><p> It's a good point, and one that stands as a sort of mantra for pro-porn feminists everywhere. If I want to have sex on camera, who are you to stop me? My body, my choice, damn it! And as several of the other porn stars throughout this book proudly declare, no one has forced them into it. "In all my years in this business, I have never seen coercion," insists Gloria Leonard, another porn star and the pioneer of 976 phone sex. "<i>Ever, ever, ever.</i> You always had the right to say, 'No, I don't want to do this.'" </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2005/03/12/porn_11/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>&#8220;Enchantments&#8221; by Linda Ferri</title>
		<link>http://www.salon.com/2005/02/23/ferri/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 23 Feb 2005 08:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A little novel brims with the wonders and sorrows of growing up.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>There are some books that are so, so small, that in their smallness they become large and looming. Linda Ferri's "Enchantments" is a lovely slip of a book that would be easy to dismiss: Neither its size (in hardcover, it could fit in your pocket) nor the candy colors of its dust jacket suggest seriousness. At a mere 131 pages, it's hard to even think of it as a novel. But the story it contains is just potent enough to feel huge and strong, and immensely satisfying. </p><p> "Enchantments," which was translated from Italian by John Casey, takes the form of a memoir in 25 short, thematic chapters, told from the point of view of an unnamed Italian child who moves to Paris with her family. Hers is an idyllic childhood: summers in her family's Tuscan villa, evenings with a kindly nanny named Dame Dame. The girl and her younger sister, Clara, of whom she says, "We're one single being," spend most of their time in pursuit of childish amusement -- campaigning for a new doll, acting out scenes from "Little Women" -- and warring with their older brothers. Her father makes his fortune in Paris and veritably spoils his children; when the girl tells her father she likes horses, he buys her four of them. </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2005/02/23/ferri/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The mystery of a feminist icon</title>
		<link>http://www.salon.com/2005/02/01/nancy_drew_3/</link>
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		<pubDate>Tue, 01 Feb 2005 15:40:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Nancy Drew taught me everything I needed to know about being a tough, independent woman. Too bad today's girls don't have the same role model.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>When I was a kid, my mother would take me every Saturday to the Borders in our neighborhood. I would go straight to the children's section in the back of the store and pull down three Nancy Drew mysteries -- the maximum I could afford on my weekly allowance. Though I tried every week to ration them, I would invariably have finished the last book by Sunday night, and the rest of the week was an agony of waiting until the following weekend. </p><p>The addiction lasted between the ages of 7 and 10, and it probably would have gone on a bit longer if I hadn't outpaced the publisher. I graduated from the yellow-spined hardback original Nancy Drew Mystery Stories to the digest-size paperback versions, to the spinoff aimed at teen readers, the Nancy Drew Files, which carried higher-stake mysteries and romantic side plots. Eventually I had to box up my collection and make room on my bookshelf for other, more grown-up characters. But even as Nancy Drew moldered in my parents' basement, the teen sleuth still lived in the center of my heart, and became, ultimately, the most forceful role model in my life. </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2005/02/01/nancy_drew_3/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>&#8220;Sightseeing&#8221; by Rattawut Lapcharoensap</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 24 Jan 2005 08:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[A new author brings us a story collection populated with the sights and sounds of Thailand.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>"I remember Ma telling me as a child that Thailand was only a paradise for fools and farangs, for criminals and foreigners," says the narrator of "Sightseeing," the title story in Rattawut Lapcharoensap's first collection. Like many of the other narrative voices here, this one belongs to a Thai boy who's too young to be embittered toward the constant influx of tourists and old enough to desire closeness to them, a cusp-walker who guides us readers, tourists ourselves, through a Thailand little seen. In seven stories we get the most unparadisaical glimpse of gangs and cockfights, whores and shantytowns, thrust up against sandy beaches and mango trees. It's the distance between that outsider's paradise and the native's often grim reality that Lapcharoensap shows us in his tales, so tenderly crafted and beautifully realized that they'll snuggle up behind your heart and stay there for a long time. </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2005/01/24/lapcharoensap/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>When freedom was the &#8220;peculiar institution&#8221;</title>
		<link>http://www.salon.com/2005/01/19/hochschild/</link>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 19 Jan 2005 23:41:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Adam Hochschild talks about how the abolitionist movement caught fire -- from the high seas to the kitchen pantry -- and changed the world forever.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p> One of the great pleasures of reading history is being introduced to a new date, a day in the life of the past that helped shape who we are today. Adam Hochschild's new book, "Bury the Chains: Prophets and Rebels in the Fight to Free an Empire's Slaves," begins on May 22, 1787, when a dozen men met in a printing shop in London. They were trying to figure out how to persuade the rest of the country that slavery, a system that had been the norm for hundreds of years, was morally wrong. The meeting marked the beginning of British abolitionism, the first real human rights campaign and what would become the template for the activist movements that followed it. There was no precedent for what they set out to do, and yet, within 51 years, this group managed to eradicate slavery from the largest colonial empire in the world. </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2005/01/19/hochschild/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Lust, revenge and the religious right in 12th century Paris</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 18 Dec 2004 21:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[The steamy, violent saga of medieval lovers Abelard and Heloise -- and their kinky letters -- uncannily anticipate today's battles over sex and religion.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Since the morning of Nov. 3, that old saying about being doomed to repeat history has never felt so urgent. Nary a whisper about the past can float by without those of us still reeling over the "moral values" vote wondering what earlier times have to tell us about our own. Some draw parallels to the profound societal divisions of the Vietnam era; others audaciously compare our age to the Third Reich. A flurry of new books about the Founding Fathers argue that the rise of George W. Bush and his army of conservative Christians was foretold by the signing of the Declaration of Independence. But none of those go back far enough. If we really want to know the history we've been doomed to repeat, we have to return 900 years, to medieval Paris. </p><p>As James Burge eloquently argues in his new biography of the Middle Ages' most famous couple, "Heloise and Abelard," the 12th century was the beginning of the modern age. The term "Middle Ages" is something of a misnomer; this period was "the beginning of something, not the middle." The word "modern," in fact, came into use at this time. Humanism, the corporation and even the Electoral College have their roots in medieval Europe. Scholarship and philosophy were becoming popular, long before the Renaissance. Amid a population boom and a major cultural shift, the 12th century ancestors of today's conservatives and liberals were sparring over politics, religion and sex. </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2004/12/18/heloise/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Saga of a &#8220;sex-crazed, genderless freak&#8221;</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 11 Dec 2004 21:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Liverpool literary sensation Helen Walsh talks about teen rebellion, prostitution and her debut novel "Brass," the story of a bisexual female predator roaming the Merseyside streets.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>There's a particular trifecta of elements that will make not only a book but an author instantly famous: shock value, literary merit and an intriguing personal story. Helen Walsh was 26 last year when she became a star in Britain for her first novel, "Brass." A mixed-race, bisexual outsider who was socialized in the club culture of her small English town, Walsh fled to Barcelona, Spain, at 16, where she worked fixing up prostitutes and johns before moving to Liverpool, cleaning up her act and sitting down to write a novel. </p><p> Considered one of the raciest tales of British sex-and-drug culture since <a href="/people/conv/2001/07/09/welsh/">Irvine Welsh's</a> "Trainspotting," "Brass" has earned Walsh a lot of hype and, because it's so well written, possible staying power as well. Recently, the (London) Observer named her one of the "prodigiously talented young people" who will define the 21st century. Now that the book has been released in the United States, it promises to make Walsh a household name on this side of the Atlantic. </p><p><a href="http://www.salon.com/2004/12/11/walsh_10/">Continue Reading...</a></p>]]></content:encoded>
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