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Monday, June 1, 2015

A little pricing experiment with my Kindle books

Hello. Welcome to my writing blog. 

I'm curious to know what will happen if I change all my Kindle book prices to 99 cents. 

So I did. 

On Amazon. 

I'll try it for a week and see what the results are.

 Every little Kindle sale seems to matter a lot in my Kindle Top-100 rankings. 

So, I hope you try it and like it. 

All yours, HG    http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_ss_c_0_12?url=search-alias%3Dstripbooks&field-keywords=hugh+gilmore&sprefix=hugh+gilmore%2Caps%2C130

"Goodnight Moon": Another children's classic written by an unhappy former child

Margaret Wise Brown superimposed on a copy of her most famous book

Once upon a time a girl named Margaret grew up to be a lady who wrote the greatest children's book ever. It's called Goodnight Moon. One day when she was a grown-up, Margaret kicked up her heels – just to show how lively she was – and almost at once fell dead.
         Her full name was Margaret Wise Brown and she was in Nice, France, on a book promotion tour. She had to enter a hospital for surgery. Most accounts say it was for appendicitis. The operation went well. In fact, when the doctor came around to see her, she stood up and did a quick cancan-style leg-kick to show him she hadn't lost her athletic vigor. That was typical of her. This time, however, the sudden exertion loosed a blood clot that went right to her heart and killed her within minutes. She was 42.
         Only 42. But she had written more than a hundred children's books besides Goodnight Moon, including her "Noisy Book" series – published under the pen name of Golden MacDonald. She had collaborated well with illustrators, including Clement Hurd, Ruth Krauss, and Garth Williams. Though she was popular, she didn't earn much in royalties during her lifetime.
         In fact, one of her biographers, Leonard S. Marcus, ("Margaret Wise Brown: Awakened by the Moon" 1992), says the executors of her will in 1957 valued her 79 published titles at $17,530. (Goodnight Moon at only $500.) Since then, however, those values have risen amazingly. Goodnight Moon alone now sells about a million copies a year. (Her other big seller is 1942s –  The Runaway Bunny – also illustrated by Clement Hurd.)  
         But earnings provide only one measure of a book's worth. Many people feel no children's bedtime book is more pleasurable to read aloud than Goodnight Moon. It contains only 146 words, a number that belies its intoxicating charms and sweet, soothing rhythms. They invite a loving tone of voice. Add Clement Hurd's pictures and Brown's wit to the slow charm of hearing your own voice grown soft at the end of the day ... well, only magic can happen. There is no finer bliss. Goodnight Moon is now enchanting its third generation of devoted readers.
         Which once again shows how strange the world of children's book writers can be. So many of them did not enjoy their own childhoods. Quite a few never had children. Many did not particularly like children, not in the aggregate at any rate. Analysts say that writing children's books seems to be a way for them to correct their own imbalanced and unhappy early lives.
          Margaret Wise Brown was born to a well-off family in Greenpoint, Brooklyn in 1910. But her parents divorced. She was sent to boarding school in Switzerland. She later boarded at Dana Hall School in Wellesley, MA and later at Hollins College in Virginia. She was beautiful, athletic and popular. After college she taught at the Bank Street School in New York and later went into publishing, working as an editor for many years while writing her books.
         According to those who knew her well she retained a playful, childlike enthusiasm all her life, to the point of tiring and occasionally exasperating those who knew her. To use a contemporary expression, she never seemed to "come down." She was in and out of psychiatric therapy all her life and, though bubbly, filled with self-doubt. Her attractiveness made her quite sought after by various suitors and would-be swains. At the time she died she was engaged to James Stillman Rockefeller, Jr.
         The person with whom she experienced the major love of her life, however, was "Michael Strange" – the pen name of John Barrymore's ex-wife, Blanche Oelrichs. Their love affair is said to have begun as a mentoring relationship (Oelrichs was 20 years older), but turned into a deep, but mutually exhausting, co-habitation. Blanche Oelrichs/Michael Strange died of leukemia in 1950.
         The final twist to the story behind Goodnight Moon lies in this story reported by the Wall Street Journal: every copy sold brings royalties to Brown's named heir, Albert Edward Clarke III. He was only nine-years-old, the son of a friend of Brown's, when she bequeathed the copyrights for all her writings to him. Valued at only $500.00 originally, the Goodnight Moon copyright alone brought Clarke millions of dollars over the years. According to everyone who's weighed in on this man, he squandered nearly all of it. He was said to be a frequently violent drug abuser who committed crimes for which he was jailed. The money seemed to have brought him little happiness.

         What's more: he once said that his favorite Margaret Wise Brown book was not Goodnight Moon, but Pussy Willow.

Saturday, May 23, 2015

He gripped on “Reservoir Dogs” and produced “Lost in Translation,” but can he still impress his old teacher ?

Ross Katz, director of the newly released comedy, “Adult Beginners,” was my student when he was in high school. Where other kids saw a book’s ideas as potential test questions, he saw celestial explosions that might guide his life. He was one of the most enthusiastic learners I ever had the pleasure to teach. 

Now that he’s a moviemaker, though, I wondered if he still retained his love for books and ideas. I emailed him and asked.

Shortly after Ross graduated from Haverford High School in Havertown, PA, he moved to Hollywood and lucked into being a grip for Quentin Tarentino’s “Reservoir Dogs.” After several more pay-your-dues jobs, he became a co-producer of HBOs “The Laramie Project.” (2000). Esteem soon followed. He went on to receive Academy Award nominations for co-producing “In the Bedroom” (2001) and “Lost in Translation” (2003). After that he lived in Paris for a year, producing “Marie Antoinette” (2006).
            Like everyone with artistic dreams, Ross wanted to direct. He got his first chance (including screenplay co-credit) with an HBO drama, starring Kevin Bacon, called “Taking Chance” (2009) Directing “Adult Beginners marks his entry to commercially released, movie theater film. Next year the film he’s currently “cutting,” “The Choice,” based on the Nicholas Sparks novel, will be released.
             That’s all wonderful, of course, but I wanted to know if he’s still that person who seemed enthralled by new ideas. Did he still have that “dreamer” quality? Was his life still about questing?
Here’s part of the conversation we had:
Were you much of a reader when you were young?
You know, it’s kind of crazy. Reading is an enormous part of my life because, among other things, it’s how I find my projects. But, I’ve always struggled at reading. It’s hard for me. I’m a slow reader and often have to re-read what I’ve read – it’s something I’ve had to deal with since I was a kid. If I’m not absolutely enthralled by what I’m reading, it goes slowly for me.

What was the most memorable book of your youth?
I would have to say a book that you gave me, “The King of the Confessors,” really has stayed with me. (HG: A true story of the breakneck competition among the powerful art museums of the world to authenticate and acquire a unique tenth-century ivory cross.) It was like a real life “Raiders of the Lost Ark.” I researched possibly making a movie of it years ago, but found that Thomas Hoving did not want to license the rights.

What book do you most wish someone you know well, or love, would read?
“Giovanni’s Room” – an all-time favorite of mine.

Are you a re-reader of books you've enjoyed?
I don’t re-read a lot, but when I do it’s usually Jane Austen.

Living in New York, do you have room for a personal library? Are there any books that have to come with you, no matter where you live?
Laugh. Out. Loud. Are you crazy?  Who can afford a room with a personal library??? Sadly, I don’t.  All my books are digital these days, but for a few personal copies of things with sentimental meaning to me.

Any favorite authors, ones whose new book you must get and read right away?
My favorite authors are dead. James Baldwin would be at the top of the list.

Do you collect books in any genre, or author?
I don’t collect.  I’m a digital guy. I actually – blasphemous I know – prefer reading on my iPad.

Is reading part of every day for you?
Yes.  I mainly read for work – to find new movies. Lately, I’ve been reading screenplays. Lots and lots of screenplays. The only way I will ever get a movie off the ground is by going into intense reading periods. 

Is any of your reading pleasure reading? Or do you tend to choose things to read because they might make a good movie? 
I guess it’s a bit sad, but I generally choose things to read that might make a good movie.  Just not enough hours in the day for “pleasure reading.” I’m always visualizing what I read, trying to figure out what will translate as cinema.

Many of your films deal with important social issues. Is that a necessity for you to become involved in a project?
I love making socially relevant films. But, equally, I must admit that I like making entertainments that aren’t necessarily social-change movies. I like a balance. I never want to repeat myself, so I’m always looking to jump genres.
I primarily read to find stories I want to tell. The films I’ve made have come from books or short stories, and have been original ideas. Mostly, though, my personal work has been based on either some real event or a book.  

What’s the process like?
The first part of the process for me is to find something that speaks to me. If I lived in a world where money was no object and financing a movie was easy, I’d be trying to make “Giovanni’s Room” into a movie. That book changed me. It spoke to me on so many levels. But, that’s a tough one to get made in our world today.  
So, I tend to read tons of screenplays, but I also devour books, short stories, and articles. I also see lots of documentaries.
And, I’m a genre-jumper.  For instance, I’m right now making “The Choice.”  It’s a love story based on a Nicholas Sparks novel. The core of the book, and its beautiful, flawed, messy characters, was something I related to.  At the same time, I’m developing a sophisticated horror movie, because I love that genre too.

And Ross’s final quote to his ex-teacher: As you can see, I’m still driven to tell stories. I’m on an endless search to find the ones that express who I am, or convey something about humanity that I  – and an audience – can connect to.

 A terrific Interview with Ross on the topic “The Movies that Changed My Life” can be found online at http://blogs.indiewire.com/theplaylist/the-movies-that-changed-my-life-adult-beginners-director-ross-katz-

Wednesday, May 13, 2015

Anniversary dates can be taunting for those who’ve loved and lost

Twenty-seven years have passed since 1988, but I still wince whenever I read or hear that year said. For example, I was watching a Phillies game recently and one of the announcers referred to the 1988 team. That year, Harry Kalas, Rich Ashburn, Andy Musser, and Chris Wheeler were in the TV booth. Mike Schmidt missed the last six weeks with a torn rotator cuff. I remember because I’m very sensitive to many of the bad things that happened that year.
            In 1988 the Philadelphia Eagles went 10-6 and won the NFC East championship under Buddy Ryan, with Randall Cunningham at the helm. On December 31 of that fateful year, the Eagles played the Chicago Bears, in Chicago, in the division playoffs. An all-enveloping fog descended on the playing field. No one could see much of anything. The Eagles lost. It was typical of that bizarre year. 1988.
            Veterans Stadium, where both the Phillies and Eagles played back then, also hosted a number of notable outdoor concerts. One of my son, Colin’s, favorite bands, Pink Floyd, played there on May 15, 1988. Colin had died two days before that, killed by a drunk driver. Pink Floyd finished the regular part of that concert with “Another Brick in the Wall Part 2” and the aptly chosen “Comfortably Numb.” Colin was 18. His ashes were being scattered in the Pacific that week.
            In 1988, the US President was Ronald Reagan; Michael Dell launched Dell Computer Company; Michigan State won the Rose Bowl and the Supreme Court ruled against Jerry Falwell in a defamation suit against Hustler Magazine. On May 14, 1988, while I was still in Hawaii, attending to my son, Colin’s, affairs, a different drunk driver rammed a converted school bus near Carrollton, Kentucky and killed 27 members of a church youth group. The Olympics were held in Seoul, South Korea that summer. In November of 1988 the American actress Emma Stone was born. On December 21, Pan Am Flight 103 was destroyed over Lockerbie, Scotland by an on-board bomb.
            1988 is probably not mentioned or referred to more often than say, 1987, or 2006. It’s just a typical year (as compared to 1776, 1941, 2001 and a few others). But when it is brought up, it has the power to provoke me.
            What I want to do, on the inside, is yell, pound the table or sofa arm, or kick a rock. But what I have learned to do instead is to Flick the Switch. Accept the jolt of adrenalin that stabs my heart while I switch my mental TV to another channel. I do not dwell on my negative association. I do not need to prove my love by viewing that twinge as an obligation to renew my mourning. Or as an invitation to revive my memories. We all have our private associations – whether good or bad – they are always there. We don’t have to act on the negative ones.
            More: our missing ones had beginning dates too. Though 1988 stings me more, 1969 waits at the other pole. During the first Moon Walk, July 21, 1969, my boy was safely tucked in his mother’s womb, in weightlessness, tethered to Life Support – just like the astronauts as I watched them on TV. Colin was due in seven weeks then. What a thrill it was to have a child coming to full term when such wonderful things were happening in the world. The Age of Aquarius had arrived. Colin was born a few weeks later, on September 10, 1969.
            Here are some more 1969 things that register with me – some pleasant, some ironic, some awful – Woodstock; the Manson Family rampage; Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid; The Chicago Eight Trial; the first Gap store opens in San Francisco; the “People’s Park” is formed in Berkeley; Jennifer Aniston is born.
              It’s a wonder we all get along as well as we do, because each of us carries around our personal associations with words and numbers we hear everyday, many of them carrying private triggers. For all of the explosions we hear about in the daily news, I truly believe we humans, somehow, luckily, are masters of restraint.
            Written in memory today, Wednesday, May 13 2015, of my son Colin’s passing on May 13, in 1988.