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Why do we celebrate Labor Day? Is it because 200 hundred years ago, President Cleveland was feeling a tad sheepish about that whole Pullman-Strike debacle? Possibly. But I think it serves a grander purpose. It’s because we’re all tired and could really use an extra day to catch up on our reading. It’s because the warm weather won’t be around forever. It’s because society needs some definitive deadline on the appropriate wearing of white.

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So, in honor of this most tranquil of days, a punch!

Planter’s Punch

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One, two, three, four, punch. Punch, which literally means five in Farsi, Hindi, and over a dozen other languages, should have a minimum of five different ingredients. John O’Hara probably did not know this. Something of a barroom brawler, he believed a punch needed only a clenched fist.

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2 oz. dark rum
1 oz. light rum
1/2 oz. Grand Marnier
1/2 oz. simple syrup
1/2 oz. lime juice
1 oz. orange juice
1 oz. pineapple juice
1 dash of grenadine
2 dashes of Angostura bitters
Maraschino cherry
Orange slice
Pineapple wedge

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Pour all ingredients (except fruit) into a cocktail shaker filled with ice cubes. Shake, and then strain into a Collins glass filled with ice cubes. Garnish with cherry, orange slice, and pineapple wedge. Serve with two straws.

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–From Hemingway & Bailey’s Bartending Guide to Great American Writers

au·gust

adj.

  1. Inspiring awe or admiration; majestic: the august presence of the monarch.
  2. Venerable for reasons of age or high rank.

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All the other months are defined by placement in the line-up and characterized by things like weather. All the other months are NOUNS (well, except for “March” and “May” … riffraff).

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1. Living Forever. Or at least being heavily memorialized. In November, the Kurt Vonnegut Memorial Library will open, complete with rejection letters, his Purple Heart, and the cigarette-stained typewriter.

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2. Drink By Th’ Book. I know that we often promote cocktails here on the Algonquin Books Blog, but we’re not the only ones slightly obsessed by the finer aspects of literary culture. At 1022 South in Tacoma, WA, you can order your drinks from the handy Lit section of their bar menu. Cheers!

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3. Library Rescue.Booksellers band together!” 18 booksellers in Charlotte, NC, teamed up to raise funds (and stock) for the struggling public library. It was really a beautiful thing: Chains like Barnes & Noble linked arms with the tiny indie shops and everyone raised money and sang. (There might have been singing, maybe, I don’t know.)

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4. Buried In Books. I love my books, I do, but this is just weird.

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5. Know Your Covers. Being able to identify great book covers is a virtue. You might have to fact check me on that one, but I’m pretty sure that’s the case. Fortunately, Sporcle.com has your back. You get 6 whole minutes to identify 24 covers. Ready, go!

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6. Spine Art. Mikey Stilkey’s “book sculptures” are a different kind of cover art. He paints on the spines of books, his characters inspired by the fictional world to be found INSIDE the books. I’d like to install one of these babies in the living room.

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7. Lit Shots. For all the strong associations between authors and alcohol, no one ever says anything about the brooding, boozy nature of readers. For those of you stalwart soldiers, pushing through heavy tomes with just a snifter of brandy to light the way, I give you The Reader’s Drinking Game. (My favorite? “J.D. Salinger: Every time there is a symbol of lost innocence, drink a highball. Then spit it all over someone you love.”)

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8. Educational Videos.

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Homework: use the word “august” at least once today.

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-Susannah

I feel like I’ve been having a lot of conversations about love lately–or rather, the nature of relationships. And I’ve come to the following conclusion: The very person you pine for, swoon over, and generally idolize also inspires you to plot elaborate murder-suicide scenarios which include dragging your beloved around by the (undoubtedly luscious) hair. Love is painful. And not in the 90-minute-Meg-Ryan-romantic-comedy sort of way. Some days it seems like it just might not be worth the fuss. Those days, we can be thankful for Hemingway & Bailey’s Bartending Guide to Great American Writers.

Dashiel Hammett and Lillian Hellman spent the drunker part of thirty years together, a literary power couple who not only understood the absurdities of being in a relationship, but took love and alcohol very seriously.


During one evening, drunk and arguing with Hellman, Hammett took the cigarette he was smoking and began to grind it out on his cheek. “What are you doing!” screamed Hellman. Hammett’s answer, “Keeping myself from doing it to you.”

Hungover and facing the Broadway opening of The Children’s Hour, Hellman got blind drunk on brandy. Waking the next morning and hungover yet again, she got herself a cold beer and telephoned Hammett, who was living in Los Angeles. She reached his secretary. Two days later Hellman would realize: (1) at the time she called it was three A.M. in California, and (2) Hammett had no secretary. She took the first plane out, got drunk en route, and went directly to Hammett’s house. She smashed his bar to pieces and flew back to New York.


Points to Hammett for subtlety, but Hellman displays an endurance, patience, and aptitude for unapologetic violence that far surpasses Hammett’s masochistic little stunt. In honor of the crazy things that people do because of love (and inebriation), we have Hellman’s drink of choice, a favorite of her good buddy Hemingway: the daiquiri.


Daiquiri

2 oz. light rum
1 oz. lime juice
3/4 oz. simple syrup
Lime wheel

Pour all ingredients into a cocktail shaker filled with ice cubes. Shake well. Strain into a chilled cocktail glass. Garnish with lime wheel. Try not to put burning things out on your face/ fly three thousand miles to deface property. Enjoy!

-Susannah

Happy Friday the 13th! Or is it Unhappy …

Either way, it’s a Friday and it’s a day of note so there must be festivities and there must be a toast. And who better to guide us than our literary authority on all things doom, gloom, and fright?

Edgar Allan Poe had a great affection for absinthe. Sixty-eight percent alcohol mixed with a toxic herb called wormwood, absinthe was the drink of choice for poets and artists of the mid- to late nineteenth century. Until banned in 1912, absinthe was a key ingredient of the Sazerac. One of the first cocktails created in America, the Sazerac originated in New Orleans in the early 1800s. We have replaced the absinthe with Pernod. We hope Poe will forgive us. 

SAZERAC

3 dashes of Pernod
2 oz. rye whiskey
1/4 oz. simple syrup
3 dashes of Peychaud bitters
Lemon twist

Pour Pernod into a chilled Old-Fashioned glass. Swirl until entire inside of glass is coated, then discard excess. Pour rye, simple syrup, and bitters into a mixing glass filled with ice cubes. Stir well. Strain into the Old-Fashioned glass (no ice). Garnish with lemon twist.

From Hemingway & Bailey’s Bartending Guide to Great American Writers


Algonquin Books can’t help but feel a special bond with Dorothy Parker and the members of the Algonquin Round Table, despite the fact that we are not, as many believe, named after the Algonquin Round Table.

Parker is known for having one of the sharpest tongues of the era (she occupies two spots on the list of the 10 Most Devastating Insults of All Time), a famously dark disposition, and a pen that was, without a doubt, mightier than any sword.

Although married a number of times, Parker was chronically lonely. Her one enduring romance seems to have been with the bottle. She shared a tiny office with pal Robert Benchley and joked, “An inch smaller and it would have been adultery,” but alas the two friends were never to become romantically involved. Parker relied upon liquor and wit to combat her loneliness. Such as when she was admitted to a sanatorium and announced that she would have to leave every hour or so for a cocktail. Her doctor refused, telling her that if she didn’t stop drinking, she’d be dead within the month. Parker’s reply: “Promises, promises.”

-From Hemingway & Bailey’s Bartending Guide to Great American Writers

Champagne Cocktail

Parker, who initially did not like the taste of alcohol, started out drinking Tom Collinses. But gin made her sick, so she soon moved on to scotch and water. Later she discovered champagne. She immediately composed a poem to her new love: “Three be the things I shall never attain: Envy, content, and sufficient champagne.”

1 sugar cube
2 dashes of Angostura bitters
Champagne
Lemon twist

Drop sugar cube into a chilled champagne flute and soak with bitters. Fill with champagne. Garnish with twist. Sometimes an ounce of cognac is added (if you’re lucky).

CHEERS!

Today’s drink recipe is from Hemingway & Bailey’s Bartending Guide to Great American Writers (illustrated by Edward Hemingway and written by Mark Bailey), the definitive guide to drinking like the great literary in-crowd of yesteryear.

Let’s be honest. Does anyone really love July? I mean, there’s a reason “Hotter than July” is a saying. Because no one can really imagine anything hotter than July. If you’re in the West, it means 115-degree temperatures. If you’re in the East, it means soul-suffocating humidity. If you’re on fire, you’re like, “Hey, at least it isn’t July.” So, it is in these trying, seasonal times that we cling to the things we love. Ice, slushies, ice water… and, of course, books.

1. A True Paperback.

2. Required Reading. If you’re a procrastinator, like myself, it’s always best to work toward a deadline. “I will finish this paper by midnight.” “I will clean the bathroom before the fungus grows eyes.” It helps me focus. Here’s a list of 30 books to read before you’re 30, putting a deadline on self-education. (Note: If you are over 30, you may read these twice before 60, or three times before 90).

3. Write-Alikes. We all love to play the celebrity-doppelgänger game. Were my face slightly more symmetrical, I probably would look like a cross between Pee-Wee Herman and Heidi Klum, thank you. Now you can enter samples of your fiction into this search engine to find out your Celeb Write-Alike!

4. Holding Strong. The e-reader’s getting cheaper. Amazon’s projecting fewer paperback sales than e-books (here). I’m going to go hug all my books.

5. Public Broadcast. The Headline: “Tom Stoppard returns to BBC with Ford Madox Ford adaptation“. Stoppard? Ford? BBC? Three of the best things ever!

6. Repair Men (and Women). With all this e-book talk, we need to be looking out for our REAL books. Our vulnerable, droppable, tearable, singe-able, paper-based friends. Here’s a thorough guide to book repair. Love the ones you’ve got.

7. A Book-A-Day. And, if you must e-read, at least use it for good. Reading by RSS feed means that you can fill every electronic nook of your life with great literature.

8. Dating By The Book. There is no greater indication of a good mate than a good book collection. And poor taste in literature is sufficient criteria for breaking it off with an otherwise good catch. Almost makes me wish there was some sort of online dating service that started with matching book taste … Hmmm … click.

July (July, July! never seemed so strange…sing it!)

-Susannah

During these long, hot summer days, nothing feels quite so right as sitting down with a good book,  a chilled beverage at your side. We hand out suggestions about good books like candy, but I feel we’ve been lacking in the beverage department. To remedy that, today we have a recipe for the Mojito, courtesy of Hemingway & Bailey’s Bartending Guide to Great American Writers (illustrated by Edward Hemingway and Written by Mark Bailey).

Hemingway (Ernest, of course)  is associated with any number of cocktails, but perhaps none more so than the Mojito. The drink was invented at La Bodeguita del Medio in Havana, Cuba, where Papa drank them, as  did Brigitte Bardot, Nat King Cole, Jimmy Durante, Erroll Flynn, and countless others. Enjoy!

Mojito

6 fresh mint sprigs
1 oz. lime juice
3/4 oz. simple syrup
2 oz. light rum
Lime Wedge

Crush 5 mint sprigs into the bottom of a chilled highball glass. Pour in lime juice, simple syrup, and rum. Fill glass with crushed ice. Garnish with lime wedge and remaining mint sprig. Sometimes a splash of club soda is added, according to individual taste.


“Extraordinary.”–The New York Times Book Review

“Page after page, Stern embraces every outrageous possibility, in lush, cartwheeling sentences that layer deep mystery atop page-turning action atop Borscht Belt humor.”—Washington Post

“A funny, profound and virtuosic work … What awaits is a rare enchantment.”—San Francisco Chronicle

“Laugh-out-loud funny … A wonderfull entertaining, inventive new novel that evokes Amy Bloom, Michael Chabon and Isaac Bashevis Singer.”–Heller McAlpin, NPR

“Stern elevates his virtuoso storytelling and whirling magical satire to cosmic heights in this lovingly irreverent and revelatory novel of the timeless conflict between the sacred and the profane, and the perpetual search for home and meaning.”—Booklist, starred review

Ah, June. One of the great, transitional months. Spring becomes Summer. The wool coats get packed away. Everybody moves up a grade, except for the graduates, who get ready to move out. And we officially switch the central air from HEAT to COOL. Personally, I’ve been celebrating the new summer by dancing in my neighbor’s sprinklers every morning after she goes to work. Highly recommended. If that’s not your thing, this hot weather is also the perfect opportunity to hunker down in an air-conditioned bookstore and love you some books.

1. Cliché Police. For every masterful turn-of-phrase out there, there’s a tired fraud preying upon innocent readers. And how could we know better? We’re just wide-eyed book lovers, wishing to believe the best about the authors we love. That’s why we need fearless defenders like Rosecrans Baldwin watching our backs, letting us know when the simple mention of a distant, barking dog, is a red flag for unoriginality.

2. Law & Order: Book Victims Unit. Speaking of defenders of literature, cops in Boise, Idaho, have taken down a serious threat to the book community. For over a year, a 74-year-old woman was pouring condiments into Library book-drops. They finally caught her, red-handed, wielding a jar of mayonnaise with intent to dump. It’s a sick world.

3. Highbrow, Lowbrow, Allbrows. Peter Carey rails against an ever-stupider readership. Bryce Courtenay calls him a snob. Then the lady from Boise starts spraying everyone with mustard. Decide for yourself.

4. Better Addictions. The only draw for smoking cigarettes, as far as I can tell, is rolling the pack up in your shirt sleeve, like River Phoenix in Stand By Me. Now the London-based Tank has saved my street-cred with TankBooks. These little pocket novels (titles include Heart of Darkness, The Metamorphosis, and Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde) are sized and packaged like packs of cigarettes. Now that’s an addiction I can get behind.

5. David v. Goliath. I understand the appeal of the iPad. It’s so slick. It’s so shiny. It’s so portable. And more and more, people are reading their books off of the iPad or other electronic faux-book devices. But in favor of convenience, what are we losing?

6. New News. I’ve plugged blackout poetry before, because it’s poetry that anyone can write … since you’re not actually WRITING anything. Genius. Uncomfortable with vandalizing a book? Just have at the newspaper.

7. Shakespearean Vernacular. One of the pitfalls of being an author, or any type of artist for that matter, might be the overwhelming feeling that you aren’t making a difference. You’re not digging wells or curing diseases. You’re hanging out inside your head all day. You’re a professional at assuming that people care about what goes on in your head all day. Wait! I have a point. But without authors, like Will Shakespeare, we’d be bereft of so many beautiful turns of phrase. Click. So go back to staring out the window, we need you.

8. The Lego Printer. I’m just going to let the video speak for itself.

June, I would say something witty about you, but you just gave me heat stroke.

-Susannah


Ahhh, July. Fireworks, fireflies, and prime pool-side reading time. But before you crack open these books, make sure that you’ve got your deck chair arranged, sunscreen slathered, and cool drink at hand, because you won’t to be able to look up from these page-turners until the very end.

-Brittany

Ferris Beach, Jill McCorkle‘s classing coming-of-age novel, is for the awkward adolescent in all of us. Following the story of Katie Burns, a shy, self-conscious girl who comes into her own after her life is turned upside down in the course of a single summer, this book reminds us of the beauty and pathos of growing up.

For all of us who have every longed to run away with the circus, there’s Sara Gruen‘s Water for Elephants, a delightful escape into the exotic world of the Benzini Brothers’ Most Spectacular Show on Earth. So grab your clown shoes or tutu and get ready for the ride of your life!

Mrs. Darcy and the Blue-Eyed Stranger by Lee Smith: This collection of short stories from Lee Smith, the reigning queen of the bittersweet short story, combines seven of her favorite stories with seven brand-new stories with a wide-range of characters in stories that strike dead center at the turning point of their lives. With the seashell cover, this just begs to be tossed into your beach bag! Remember to re-apply your sunscreen before digging into the next story.

When July gets way too hot, sometimes there’s not much else you can do than shut the doors and windows and crank up the air conditioning. Escape into some literature set in chilly locations and featuring characters who would envy your 95 degrees in the shade. The #1 New York Times bestseller A Reliable Wife brings you to the dead of winter in 1904 Wisconsin. Heather Lende’s memoirs Take Good Care of the Garden and the Dogs and If You Lived Here, I’d Know Your Name are set in chilly Haines, AK.  (Check out their 10-day weather forecast.) The nineteenth-century rabbi in Steve Stern‘s new novel The Frozen Rabbi has been encased in a block of ice for over a hundred years. And, if you’re still just too hot, sit down with A Frozen Hell, an account of the nearly forgotten Russo-Finnish war of 1939-1942.  Russia in the winter? Very, very cold.

Enjoy!

Here those characters range from an eight-year-old boy obsessed with vocabulary words to a young bride who has married “way up” to Mrs. Darcy herself, an older woman making it through widowhood her own way.