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Bubbling under the Hot 100…

We love our lists here in America. Top 20 football teams. The Billboard Hot 100. Letterman’s Top Ten. Lists everywhere. You can even find the Book of Lists, original and international versions.

Some lists are strictly fact. Most NFL passing touchdowns: Peyton Manning. Some lists are strictly subjective. Rolling Stone Magazines’ Greatest 500 Albums of All Time: #1, The Beatles, Sgt Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. (I personally have no severe objection to that one, although I would have several others in close contention on my list. There are plenty of people, no doubt, that would not have Sgt Pepper’s in their Top 10, and that’s my point exactly.)

There are a couple of titles missing over in the American and English literature section, and my unfortunately-mental inventory system could not produce which ones to reorder. Easy enough to figure out, I guessed. Just print out a list of the Top 100 novels of all time. Bound to be on that list.

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Two lists popped up on the Random House site, at the top of the Google search. They offer “The Board’s List” and “The Reader’s List.” As I read down the columns they both seemed more and more like a complete joke. Apparently great writing only came about after 1900.

Looking down the list, I cannot find a single author on the Random House “board’s list” who died before 1900. (I don’t know if “The Board” signifies ‘Editorial Board,’ ‘Board of Directors,” or ‘Board Books.’) I’ve read some pretty engaging novels from the 18th and 19th centuries. You may have heard of a title or two from then as well: Three Musketeers, Oliver Twist, Les Miserable, for example.

The board selects James Joyce’s Ulysses as the best novel ever, followed by The Great Gatsby, and A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. James Joyce holds two of the top three places. I’m not disputing Joyce as a great writer. But two of the top three? Of all time? Really?

The reader’s list has Ayn Rand’s Atlas Shrugged and The Fountainhead as the top two of all time. Since paper was invented. She has to be the best writer ever then, by default. Readers, are you sure about that? Certainly they both deserve places on the list, and maybe plenty of votes – but numbers one and two? I don’t know. Maybe the reader’s selection for the third best novel of all time soured my opinion.

If you were stranded on a desert island and could take along the Random House reader’s top three books to tide you over until your rescue, you’d get the box set from Ayn Rand – and for your third volume?

L. Ron Hubbard’s Battlefield Earth.

That’s right. A science fiction alien-invasion title beats out Animal Farm, Catcher in the Rye, To Kill a Mockingbird, Lord of the Flies (oh, I could just keep typing and typing on this sentence…)

Truly?

Since Mr Hubbard landed three titles in the top ten, I’m guessing that the list is a little skewed. In fact, Canadian “urban fantasy” writer Charles de Lint landed six titles in the reader’s Best 100 Novels of all time. I wonder if Mr de Lint himself might be a little embarrassed by that, however flattering. Without question, his fan base is a force to be reckoned with.

As for our literature section, I highlighted in yellow each title on Random House’s two lists that was absent from the inventory. I’m confident that most of these won’t be ordered in the near future. Catch-22 and the Grapes of Wrath ought to be in stock, and will be again next delivery. I’m sold out of Wise Blood by Flannery O’Connor, but haven’t had a request for it in some time. I’ll keep an eye out for that one.

As for Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance? That’s a skipper, even at #73 on the RH reader’s list. It may be an occasional seller, and it had its day (or week). But a book called Oliver Twist by an author that did not get a single one of his fifteen novels on either list – outsells Zen by a margin of ten to one. And that’s just the Dover Thrift edition. As a work in the public domain, any publisher can release its own version. Add together all the different copies from various publishers and Oliver Twist sales beat Zen’s – like a drum.

My guess is, Random House doesn’t publish any titles by Charles Dickens. And that’s likely why his name is absent from two separate lists containing 100 great novels.

From the results of my Google search, I could probably produce a lengthy list of various “Top 100” novels of all time. And each one would probably have a different winner. I’ll make a list of reasons why. (Or not.)

Real classics? We’ve got ‘em (amongst plenty of other books)!

Come visit!

McHuston

Booksellers & Irish Bistro
Rose District
122 South Main St. Broken Arrow OK!

How close, the fame…

When the three young Dr Who fans squealed, I figured we were about to teleport through time and space.

That wasn’t it, exactly.

They had been browsing the store for some time. Exploring, one of them explained. Finally, they made their way back to the front of the shop. Their eyes went wide, all at once. Then, the squeals.

“Do you know who Kristin Chenoweth is?” one of them whispered. Loudly.

“Sure,” I answered, and was beginning to share my vast knowledge of the KC biography when one of the other young women interrupted.

“She is RIGHT outside your store!”

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Sure enough. Crossing in front of the plate glass was the Broadway star, heading down Main toward Broadway. Dangling in front of her was one of those giant fuzzy microphones at the end of a long pole carried by a fellow walking backwards. Another backward-walker had a camera on his shoulder recording the animated hand gestures of Ms Chenoweth.

Bam!

That was me thinking that I should take a picture to serve as physical evidence of her visit, and – of course – she was already well past the store when the idea finally hit me. That’s the reason I’ve been forced to include a red circle and arrow on the image. She has a big voice, but she is pretty small in the picture. In fact, you’ll have to click on it to enlarge it enough to spot her in the distance. (To spot her back, I mean. She’s in the purple dress.)

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Since she did not clear her itinerary with me, I have no idea what it was she was recording or promoting. But it’s nice to have a movie star in the Rose District walking amongst us mere mortals.

Reminded me of the time Alicia and I were introduced to Ron Howard, the movie director still best known to me as Opie on the Andy Griffith show. We were at the airport in New York City and a general hubbub arose around us. It wasn’t a formal introduction. More of a close encounter.

“It’s Opie!” someone whispered. Loudly.

I turned to the side and saw a rear end. It belonged to Ron Howard, who was bent over, waaaay over, attending to his suitcase. I wondered why he was in line with the common folk. It was just about that very moment that he began to straighten up and a uniformed airline employee began calling, “Mr. Howard! Mr. Howard!” As he turned, I recognized the rear end as being attached to Opie, although fully grown. (The man, not the rear end.)

She directed him toward the counter, away from the gawking, shuffling crowd that we were, to a place that was calm and serene and first class, no doubt. And thus ended our introduction to Mr Howard, movie director extraordinaire.

It is only now that I realize how the back sides of famous people are drawn to me. Go figure.

Maybe you’ll encounter a star yourself, when you

Come visit!

McHuston

Booksellers & Irish Bistro
Rose District
122 South Main St. Broken Arrow OK!

Heat? Bring it on!

Sunday. Day of rest. Day of rest? No. More like, day of ALL the rest – all the rest of the projects that could not be completed during the regular work week.

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Can’t let the summer heat go to waste. Instead of boiling water to set inside the frosted-over freezer to speed up the melting, that 90+ degree heat outdoors is making for a quick disappearance of all that icy buildup. No boiling water. No drippy mess on the kitchen floor. (I have containers on the sidewalk to catch the run-off, but all the little splashes are evaporating about as quickly as they hit the deck.)

Those of us still living in the defrost age have a decided advantage. Those frost-free freezers and refrigerators don’t have a built-in cleaning reminder. Of course, Dustin and I aren’t dirtying-up the interior by tossing in open pans of spaghetti sauce or some such thing (my son Dustin and I are sharing kitchen duties as of a couple of weeks ago – what a godsend that has been!). We take care to keep up with it, but there are some projects that are out of the regular cycle. Like today’s episode.

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I sprayed and paper-toweled the freezer interior as it became visible from under the layer of frost, but there wasn’t a lot to clean. The defrosting brings about a forced reminder to clean the floor under the freezer, the appliance interior, and the top of the thing.

Sometimes I think we need those sorts of personal-defrosting moments that would allow us to scrub up our life-fringes. But that’s a project for some other Sunday.

While the freezer sits outside drawing the attention of passersby, I’ve taken the opportunity to address a couple of the tables. Attached a metal strap under the wooden top that was damaged in transit and only lately began to become an issue. Added another in a separate area as an insurance measure. Tightened the screws on the legs. Same drill for a second table.

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I’d love to spend more time under this air conditioning vent typing up progress reports, but I’ve got to get that frozen food out of the backup unit and into the freezer.

Here’s one thing that was reinforced already today, as a result of the projects: There is no honest work accomplished without busting a knuckle or two.

I’ve busted one already.

Nine to spare.

Come visit!

McHuston

Booksellers & Irish Bistro
Rose District
122 South Main St. Broken Arrow OK!

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