The {Booker} Award

Author Catherine Cavendish gave me a poke/nomination re: the {Booker} Award, so now I’m to list what I think are the five best books of all time. Not easy! I’ll just make it less intimidating on myself and say the following books I super-loved:

A Storm of Swords (A Song of Ice and Fire #3) by George R.R. Martin. My favorite in the ASoIaF trilogy, this cemented my love for Jon Snow, Sex God of the Night’s Watch. So many fascinating characters and events happened in this story. I couldn’t even bear to put it down; it was word crack. Fantasy is not usually my cup of tea, but I’m so happy my friends turned me on to this. Martin is an exceptional storyteller; even his minor characters are fully fleshed out. And the twists and turns! I love not being able to predict what comes next. Oh my sad little heart @ the thought of waiting five years for The Winds of Winter to come out!

High Fidelity by Nick Hornby. Love, sex, wit, pop culture references–this is everything I could ask for in a novel. It’s hilarious, smart and painfully true, and I love how it’s been more than a decade since I first read this and I haven’t yet outgrown it. In fact, every time I read it, I change my mind about how I feel toward Rob and his romantic plights depending upon my own.

Boy Toy by Barry Lyga. In this stunningly written and surprisingly explicit YA novel, a teenage boy is forced to face his past, primarily the point in his life when his teacher seduced him when he was about thirteen. Another book I couldn’t put down. Totally fascinating and shamefully sexy, even. I couldn’t believe this was for young adults but there you have it!

The Virgin Suicides by Jeffrey Eugenides. Dreamy, evocative and mired in nostalgia, Eugenides tells the story from the POV of a band of nameless neighborhood boys, all in love with the five blond and increasingly sheltered Lisbon sisters, who, in the span of one year, all wind up committing suicide. Thanks to the beautiful, rich description, I fell in love with the ’70s and this style of writing.

The Land of Decoration by Grace McCleen. This stunning, beautifully told novel explores intention, faith and creativity. When a lonely, motherless young girl with an emotionally closed-off father experiences an excess of cruelty at school, she turns to The Land of Decoration, a world she’s constructed in her bedroom out of found objects. When she notices correlations between the land she’s created and reality, she realizes she has the power to create what she calls “miracles” and believes she is God’s Instrument. As could be expected, such power leads to great responsibility, and she finds her miracles are not without consequences. Emotionally riveting and with arresting imagery, this is beyond a successful first novel and I look forward to reading more of the author’s work.


Lux Zakari
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“Truss Issues”: Who Would Play Samir?

Man, despite the show’s unfocused and lackluster final season, I loved “Lost.” (I get easily swept up by epics.) I also was mad hot for Sayid. Sure, he was a torturer in the Republican Guard, but he can break a guy’s neck with his hands tied behind his back using just his feet. Don’t tell me that’s not foxy. In addition to looking ridiculously fine in wifebeaters, he was also bloody brilliant. The guy knew how to do everything. Every time he wandered over to check in with whatever drama one of the clowns on the island got themselves into, he wound up solving the problem in about ten minutes. They had to under-use him the entire show–especially in the end–because he was just too awesome. He would’ve ruined everything.

Anyway, I had Sayid–or Naveen Andrews, I should say–in mind when I was mentally casting Samir, the male protag in my short story “Truss Issues,” which was published in Best Bondage Erotica 2011. A summary of the story can be found in the book’s intro, written bythe Rachel Kramer Bussel, which is free to read on Amazon:

“I especially appreciate the stories here that illuminate the leap of faith one needs to make to allow someone else to bind him. In ‘Truss Issues,’ Ey repeatedly tells Samir she’s not into bondage, doesn’t want to be tied up and yet, somewhere inside, she knows that isn’t totally true. ‘To her surprise, her body didn’t sync up to her beliefs. She felt a warm liquid rush flood her cunt… Cursing her body for its betrayal, Emy nestled her teeth in her lower lip and forced her breathing to remain calm, to not come out as a needy whimper.’ What happens when she surrenders teaches her that she doesn’t have to give up all of herself to enjoy the sweet friction and the emotional journey that submission to bondage can incur.”

To check out “Truss Issues” and the rest of the stories in Best Bondage Erotica 2011, visit http://www.amazon.com/Bondage-Erotica-Rachel-Kramer-Bussel/dp/157344426X/ref=cm_cr_pr_pb_t.


Lux Zakari
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Write It Down!

Most people have heard that a good way to meet people is to play Frisbee with your Golden Retriever in the park at high noon. But there’s something else you can do that won’t require you a fifteen-year commitment to picking up dog poop in the yard: writing in a notebook. It sounds frighteningly simple, but only because it is.

I write down everything, and I don’t do it to solely meet people; I do it because I’m odd and can’t help myself. (I’m composing this on a notepad while on the elliptical.) I write down the quips my friends say; the disturbing thoughts on mortality that spring into my head; brief, interesting descriptions about the world around me; the to-do list that’s been rolling in my head since I first woke up… If you’re a writer, chances are you do all this too, and with good reason. But the benefits extend beyond prep work for a future story or project.

I can’t tell you how often I’ll be scribbling down a note when someone will say something like, “That’s the best idea—always having a notebook” or “I never would’ve remembered that if you hadn’t written it down.” This extends beyond writers and can be inspiring in all aspects of someone’s life, even therapeutic. Granted, it’s initially pretty weird to be more or less transcribing a moment while everyone else around you is sipping a beer and eying you with curiosity and mild suspicion. “What the hell is s/he writing?” they think. “And more importantly, is it about me?”

But this kind of reaction will pass or at the very least ebb. Sooner or later, your friends and family will come to accept you as their own personal paparazzo.  Why? Because, if you use your artistic powers for good instead of evil, it’s flattering. Everyone you know becomes a muse, and who doesn’t want a piece of their life to inspire The Next Great Work? Everyone wants their all-time best moments recorded for all posterity, and chances are you’re helping them out. You think someone’s special and important enough to write about, immortalize.

Before all this becomes old hat to your old buddies, it makes you incredibly mysterious. You’ve got an automatic conversation starter; you’re acting too odd for someone not to comment about it. The semi-paranoid/mostly curious question “What are you writing?” can lead to a lifelong muse (a.k.a., friend).

Who knew a little pad of bound papers and a quickly moving pen could result in endless inspiration and the possibility of discovering not just a muse, but a friend? Hopefully you, but if you’re still not convinced, grab a notebook, hang out in a public space and write about everything that comes into your head. Make sure you take an occasional timeout from scribbling so you don’t seem too absorbed in your work for a conversation. Consider it a social experiment. At the very least, you’ll have finally gotten that to-do list out of your head!


Lux Zakari
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Shel Silverstein’s “Show It at the Beach”

I enjoy this!

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Show It at the Beach

Oh, they won’t let us show it at the beach.
No, they won’t let us show it at the beach.
They think we’re gonna grab it if it gets within our reach.
And they won’t let us show it at the beach.

But you… can show it in your parlor to most anyone you choose.
You can show it at a party with your second shot of booze.
You can show it on the corner wearin’ overcoat and shoes,
But they won’t let us show it at the beach.

No… they won’t let us show it at the beach, friends.
Ah… they won’t let us show it at the beach.
Oh, they’re sure we’re gonna grab it if it gets within our reach.
So they won’t let us show it at the beach.

But you can show it at the movies on the cineramic screen.
You can show it in the most sophisticated magazine.
You can show it while you’re bouncing on the high school trampoline,
But they won’t let us show it at the beach.

But if you’ve got a gun, it’s legal to display it on your hip.
You can show your butcher knives to any interested kid.
But if it’s made for lovin’, then you’d better keep it hid.
And they won’t let us show it at the beach.

Songs and music by Shel Silverstein, 1978, Parachute Records


Lux Zakari
Author of Finale and Coercion
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