The distinction that Alex Beam draws between "books" and books reminds this blogger of the distinction between "Dr." (PhD) and Dr. (MD). The holder of an MD degree is a "Real" doctor and the holder of a PhD is the opposite that starts with an "F" and rhymes with "Bake." However, "books," as limned by Alex Beam are often ghost-written fakes that masquerade as the real thing. Media reviewers make no distinction between books and "books," but that distinction is noted in this blog-post. If this is (fair & balanced) academic snobbery, so be it.
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What Makes A Real Book Vs. A "Book"
By Alex Beam
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A couple of years ago I was walking up Sixth Avenue in New York with my friend, the literary agent Michael Carlisle. Michael was ebullient; he had just sold a book about Miguel Cervantes to Bloomsbury, an excellent small press best known for discovering Harry Potter.
“It’s a book book, it’s not a ‘book,’ ” Michael explained as we descended into the subway. “I represent books. There are enough ‘books’ in the world already.”
Around the same time, cartoonist Garry Trudeau embraced the book vs. “book” distinction in his “Doonesbury” strip. Jeff Redfern, a.k.a. the anti-Taliban fighter “Red Rascal,” had just received a seven-figure advance to tell the "Rascal" story, and his friends accused him of selling out. “It’s a book, not a ‘book,’” Redfern pointedly told his detractors.
A challenging distinction, to be sure. Celebrities, sports heroes, YouTube sensations, and feckless politicians generally create “books," or have them created for them. Chumps like me — and Jeff Redfern! — write books. “I understand the distinction,” my friend, the writer Roger Lowenstein observed. “ ‘Books’ are the books that keep your books off the bestseller lists?”
This column is a handy field guide to differentiating these two species in the wild.
“Book”: Amy Poehler’s widely touted memoir-confessional Yes Please, in which the author confesses “that I had no business agreeing to write this book.” Globe reviewer Kara Baskin agrees: “Lots of this book feels like filler,” Baskin writes, citing the “pervasive sense that [Poehler] felt pressured into this gig.”
Dear Amy, here is our title for the inevitable sequel: No Thank You.
Book: “American Prometheus: The Triumph and Tragedy of J. Robert Oppenheimer.” The acknowledgments are comical. It looks as though former Tufts professor Martin Sherwin lost control of his research and drafted author Kai Bird to put this book in order. The result is sublime, a portrait of a sensitive, polymath genius devoured by a ferocious new world, partly of his own making.
“Book”: Andrew Cuomo’s All Things Possible, a thinly disguised attempt to launch the Cuomo name into presidential orbit, yet again. Houston — I mean Albany — we have a problem. The New York Observer cited a “tidal wave of lousy Amazon reviews,” and The New York Times ungraciously reported that the book, for which HarperCollins paid $700,000, had sold 945 copies during its first week of sales. Shades of Deval Patrick’s notorious “book”-bomb, A Reason to Believe.
Book: Isabella: The Warrior Queen by Kirstin Downey. I’ve read only about half the book, and have marveled at the just-plain-folks nature of the Ferdinand and Isabella royal household. On their marriage day, “the couple were so poor they were compelled to borrow to meet the wedding expenses.”
Isabella hand-stitches all of Ferdinand’s shirts, which doesn’t prevent him from fathering numerous children with various mistresses. Downey credits the able and ambitious queen with creating the foundation for “the world’s first great truly global superpower.” And with Columbus, of course.
“Book”: Gabmeister Bill O’ Reilly and his tame historian Martin Dugard have outdone themselves with their latest mammoth bestseller, Killing Patton. In previous outings, e.g. Killing Lincoln, they’ve merely spun actual historians’ works through their typewriters to create by-the-numbers “history” for the Fox News crowd.
Now they’ve had to invent a story more or less out of whole cloth, because, inconveniently, General George Patton died in an auto accident. Or did he? O’Reilly and Dugard have tuned their historical antennae to a conspiracy freak-quency suggesting that the precursors of the CIA and the KGB collaborated on Patton’s murder in a German hospital after his staged auto mishap.
Don’t worry, it’s only a “book.” Ω
[Alex Beam's twice-weekly column for the Boston Globe has appeared since 1987. Beam is the author of two novels set in Russia, Fellow Travelers (1987) and The Americans Are Coming! (1991) and three works of non-fiction. Gracefully Insane: Life and Death Inside America's Premier Mental Hospital (2001), A Great Idea at the Time: The Rise, Fall and Curious Afterlife of the Great Books (2008), and American Crucifixion: The Murder of Joseph Smith and the Fate of the Mormon Church (2014). He received a BA from Yale University and was a John Knight Journalism Fellow at Stanford University.]
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