2005 National Book Critics Award Nominees

National Book Critics Circle award nominees:

Fiction
William T. Vollmann, “Europe Central”
E.L. Doctorow, “The March”
Mary Gaitskill, “Veronica”
Kazuo Ishiguro, “Never Let Me Go”
Andrea Levy, “Small Island”

General Nonfiction
Joan Didion, “The Year of Magical Thinking”
Orhan Pamuk, “Istanbul”
Francine du Plessix Gray, “Them”
Judith Moore, “Fat Girl”
Vikram Seth, “Two Lives”

Biography/Autobiography
Doris Kearns Goodwin, “Team of Rivals: The Political Genius of Abraham Lincoln”
Kai Bird and Martin J. Sherwin, “American Prometheus”
Carolyn Burke, “Lee Miller”
Jonathan Coe, “Like a Fiery Elephant”
Ron Powers, “Mark Twain”

Poetry
Simon Armitage, “The Shout”
Manuel Blas de Luna, “Bent to the Earth”
Jack Gilbert, “Refusing Heaven”
Richard Siken, “Crush”
Ron Slate, “The Incentive of the Maggot”

Criticism
John Updike, “Still Looking”
Arthur Danto, “Unnatural Wonders”
Hal Crowther, “Gather at the River”
William Logan, “The Undiscovered Country”
Eliot Weinberger, “What Happened Here”

What Is a Living Wage?

This from an article in the New York Times Magazine:

Certainly most Americans do not support higher wages out of immediate self-interest. Probably only around 3 percent of those in the work force are actually paid $5.15 or less an hour; most low-wage workers, including Wal-Mart employees, who generally start at between $6.50 and $7.50 an hour, earn more. Increasing the minimum wage to $7.25 an hour would directly affect the wages of only about 7 percent of the work force. Nevertheless, pollsters have discovered that a hypothetical state ballot measure typically generates support of around 70 percent. A recent poll by the Pew Research Center actually put the support for raising the national minimum wage to $6.45 at 86 percent.

It was then that the living-wage proponents hit on a scorched-earth, tactical approach. “What really got the other side was when we said, ‘It’s just immoral to pay people $5.15, they can’t live on that,’ ” Oppenheimer recalls. “It made the businesspeople furious. And we realized then that we had something there, so we said it over and over again. Forget the economic argument. This was a moral one. It made them crazy. And we knew that was our issue.”

The moral argument soon trumped all others. The possibility that a rise in the minimum wage, even a very substantial one, would create unemployment or compromise the health of the city’s small businesses was not necessarily irrelevant. Yet for many in Santa Fe, that came to be seen as an ancillary issue, one that inevitably led to fruitless discussions in which opposing sides cited conflicting studies or anecdotal evidence. Maybe all of that was beside the point, anyway. Does it – or should it – even matter what a wage increase does to a local economy, barring some kind of catastrophic change? Should an employer be allowed to pay a full-time employee $5.15 an hour, this argument went, if that’s no longer enough to live on? Is it just under our system of government? Or in the eyes of God?

The minimum wage in Santa Fe became $8.50 an hour in 2003, and $9.50 on January 1, 2006. Is it “The City Different” or a model? As the article notes, the initiative to raise the minimum wage in Albuquerque to $7.50 failed at the polls last October. The federal minimum wage is $5.15 an hour.

NewMexiKen’s position remains as posted previously:

The federal minimum wage is $5.15 an hour. It’s been $5.15 since 1997; loss of purchasing power in that time, nearly 20%. In 1997, Congressional salaries were $133,600. If the federal minimum wage was raised by the same percentage as Congressional salaries have been raised since 1997 (nearly 24% to $165,200), the federal minimum would be $6.37 an hour.

Martin Luther King Jr.

… was born on this date in 1929.

Many may question some of King’s choices and perhaps even some of his motives, but no one can question his unparalleled leadership in a great cause, or his abilities with both the spoken and written word.

There are 10 federal holidays, but only four of them are dedicated to one man: one for Jesus, one for the man given credit for discovering our continent, one for the military and political founder George Washington, and one for Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

‘The joys of variety are vastly overestimated in every domain of pleasure.’

From an article in today’s New York Times:

Daniel Gilbert, a professor of psychology at Harvard, would like to outfit this metaphor with a side-view mirror, one reading: “Objects in future appear much larger than they are.” A pioneer in the research of affective forecasting, Dr. Gilbert has illuminated a startling and fundamental mistake that both men and women make: they overestimate how future successes and failures will affect their happiness, for the better or worse.

Not that people are easily disappointed by a promotion or apathetic about being fired. Rather, as Dr. Gilbert has found in charting his subjects’ lives and reactions, “the good isn’t as good, and the bad isn’t as bad as we think it’s going to be.”

A corollary finding is that a single big payoff – a fat raise, an Hermès Kelly bag, a hot cha cha date – affects people’s essential happiness much less than a routine of small delights. And Dr. Gilbert, for one, is sold. He has found, for example, that one of the best things about being at Harvard is not the prestige of his position but that he can walk to work from his house in Cambridge.

And yet another corollary: NewMexiKen, a blog of small delights, will make you happier than the big flashy hot cha cha blogs.

The Home of Franklin D. Roosevelt (New York)

… was designated a National Historic Site on this date in 1944.

Home of FDR

The Home of Franklin D. Roosevelt National Historic Site contains “Springwood”, the lifelong home of America’s only 4-term President. Also on the site is the Presidential Library and Museum, operated by the National Archives. Visitors may enjoy a guided tour of FDR’s home, take a self-guided tour of the Museum, or stroll the grounds, gardens, and trails of this 300-acre site.

Home of Franklin D. Roosevelt National Historic Site

I don’t know about you, but those light green shutters don’t really work for NewMexiKen.

Truth (scratch that), justice (scratch that) and the American way

“Despite George Washington and the cherry tree, we no longer have a society especially consecrated to truth. The culture produces an infinity of TV shows and movies depicting the importance of honesty. But they’re really talking only about the importance of being honest about your feelings. Sharing feelings is not the same thing as telling the truth. We’ve become a country of situationalists.”

Maureen Dowd in a fine column paying tribute to the truth and to David Rosenbaum, recently retired New York Times journalist killed in a robbery this week: “He had a grin that always improved the weather.”

Scared the ***** out of him

A friend reports that a colleague tells the story of a prolonged bout with a kidney stone. It wouldn’t pass and wouldn’t pass, so finally surgery was scheduled.

The night before the operation, the hospital brought in the paperwork for his signature. Reading through it (he’s an attorney) he discovered one problem — wrong kidney. Oops!

The kidney stone passed during the night that night.

Travel Writing from a Shrinking Planet

World Hum is an informative and interesting travel website.

Most travel magazines focus on destinations, offering tips on where to go, where to stay, what to do. We started World Hum in May 2001 because we wanted to focus not on destinations but on the journey, on travel in the broadest sense of the word.

We don’t see travel only as a way to spend a couple weeks’ vacation every year. For us, travel is a way to see the world when we’re abroad, but also a way to see the world when we’re at home. Travel is a state of mind.

NewMexiKen found World Hum through a link to this delightful essay by Rolf Potts, “The Art of Writing a Story About Walking Across Andorra.”

Marilyn and Joe

Joe DiMaggio and Marilyn Monroe were married 52 years ago today. Their famous marriage lasted 286 days.

Their divorce stemmed from the famous scene in The Seven Year Itch where Marilyn’s skirt billows to show her bare legs. As Richard Ben Cramer tells it in Joe DiMaggio: The Hero’s Life:

The scene they went to witness would produce one of the most famous screen images in history—Marilyn Monroe, in simple summer white, standing on a subway grating, cooling herself with the wind from a train below. But what sent Joe DiMaggio into a fury was the scene around the scene. Fans were yelling and shoving at police barricades as the train (actually a wind machine manned beneath the street by the special effects crew) blew Marilyn’s skirt around her ears. Each time it blew, the crowd would yell, “Higher!” “More!” Her legs were bare from her high heels to her thin white panties. Photographers were stretched out on the pavement, with their lenses pointed up at his wife’s crotch, the glare of their flashbulbs clearly outlining the shadow of her pubic hair. “What the hell is going on here?” Joe growled. The director, Billy Wilder, would recall “the look of death” on DiMaggio’s face. Joe turned and bulled his way through the crowd—on his way back to the bar—with the delighted Winchell trotting at his heels.

That night, there was a famous fight in Marilyn and Joe’s suite on the eleventh floor of the St. Regis. It was famous because none of the guests on that floor could sleep. And famous because Natasha Lytess was so alarmed by Marilyn’s cries that she went next door to intervene. (Joe answered the door, and told her to get lost.) It was famous because the following morning Marilyn told her hairdresser and wardrobe mistress that she had screamed for them in the night. (“Her husband got very, very mad with her, and he beat her up a little bit,” said the hairdresser, Gladys Whitten. “It was on her shoulders, but we covered it up, you know.”) And famous because Milton Greene’s wife, Amy, came to visit at the suite the following day (to try on Marilyn’s mink), and was appalled to see bruises all over her friend’s back.

And that fight would stay famous—as the end of Joe and Marilyn’s famous marriage.

Years later, Marilyn would tell another hairdresser, Sidney Guilaroff, that she’d warned Joe clearly the first time he beat her up. “Don’t ever do that again. I was abused as a child, and I’m not going to stand for it.” But, as Guilaroff would write in his memoir:

“Nevertheless, after watching her film a sexy scene for Seven Year Itch, Marilyn said, ‘Joe slapped me around the hotel room until I screamed, “That’s it!” You know, Sidney, the first time a man beats you up, it makes you angry. When it happens a second time you have to be crazy to stay. So I left him.’ ”

She would file for divorce in Los Angeles, three weeks later.

By 1961 according to Cramer, after Monroe’s marriage to Arthur Miller had ended, she and DiMaggio had reconciled — the Kennedys notwithstanding. By 1962 they planned to re-marry. The wedding was set for Wednesday, August 8, 1962. Very private, very hush-hush.

Five days before the wedding date, on Saturday night, August 3, Marilyn died, a presumed suicide. (According to Cramer no coroner’s inquest was held.) Marilyn Monroe’s funeral was August 8, 1962.

DiMaggio died in 1999.

222 years ago today

The Continental Congress ratified the Treaty of Paris on January 14, 1784, officially establishing the United States as in independent and sovereign nation. The Continental Congress approved preliminary articles of peace on April 15, 1783. The treaty, signed in Paris on September 3, 1783, required Congress to return the ratified document to England within six months.

Although scheduled to convene at the Maryland State House in November, as late as January 12 only seven of the thirteen states had legal representatives at the ratifying convention. Operating under the weak Articles of Confederation, Congress lacked power to enforce attendance at the convention. With the journey to England requiring approximately two months, time was running short.

Delegates continued to trickle in. Connecticut representatives presented their credentials to Congress on January 13, leaving the convention one delegate shy of the quorum. Richard Beresford of South Carolina left his sickbed in Philadelphia for Annapolis, and, after his arrival, the vote was taken.

The Treaty of Paris granted the United States territory as far west as the Mississippi River, but reserved Canada to Great Britain. Fisheries in Newfoundland remained available to Americans and navigation of the Mississippi River was open to both parties.

Today in History: Library of Congress

Best line of the day, so far

Bottom line is, there were many who thought as Alito allegedly did, [at Princeton] nearly forty years ago now. Many. Whether they admit it or not. Given my political slant, I’m not wild about Alito. But fair’s fair. Judge him on his jurisprudence and judicial philosophy. On statements like this: “I think we should look to the text of the Constitution, and we should look to the meaning that someone would have taken from the text of the Constitution at the time of its adoption.”

Which means, I assume, the Second Amendment applies to flintlocks only.

dangerousmeta!

Who? Oh, her.

The following day after his wife’s anguish, how do you think Alito expressed his sympathy for her at the end of the hearing—which obviously was a grueling ordeal for her?

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I’d figure he would wrap his arms around his wife and give her a reassuring hug to tell her that this was all behind them now. Maybe a kiss on the cheek and then they would file out together amidst the crowd and the cameras. How about even a knowing glance? Nope, Strip-search Sammy turned hurriedly away from his wife without acknowledging her presence and bolted for the door as fast as he could leaving her behind in his wake. Was it a possible indication that she was in her proper place after all?

Crooks and Liars

NewMexiKen assumed all along that Alito’s wife was crying for the same reason any sane woman would cry: Fear that Alito will end up on the Supreme Court and help undermine a generation of gains for women’s rights.

Debtor class

On the news last night, the 2006 federal deficit was revised upward to $400 billion. But as usual, this is without the very real $200 billion or so we’re borrowing from the Social Security surplus. So the real deficit this year is now projected at $600 billion or so, nearly a quarter of the federal budget.

Got that? For every four dollars Uncle Sam is spending, three come from taxes and one is borrowed from your children. (Well, from the Chinese and Saudis, too, but it is your children whose future will be weighed down with the debt.)

Andrew Tobias

What we voters need is a new slogan for this fall’s election: “No incumbent left behind”

Throw all the rascals out.

No Proof Donner Clan Were Cannibals

From a report in the Los Angeles Times:

Nudging the history books, archeologists studying one of two campsites used by the ill-fated Donner Party during a snowbound Sierra winter 160 years ago announced Thursday that a study had unearthed no physical evidence of cannibalism.

The stranded emigrants settled into two camps during the harsh winter of 1846 and ’47, and previous scientific studies confirmed cannibalism at the principal encampment, on the east shore of what is now Donner Lake.

The new findings do not conclusively prove that human flesh was ever consumed at the smaller camp — where the families of George and Jacob Donner sought refuge — but they do provide insights into their efforts to survive during four months beside Alder Creek.

“It’s possible no cannibalism took place at Alder Creek, and it’s also possible that proof simply can’t be found,” said Julie Schablitsky, a University of Oregon anthropologist. “No body doesn’t necessarily mean no crime.”

Cannibalism has long been the central focus of the Donner Party tragedy, which achieved mythic proportions as a tale of suffering and stoicism set in America’s westward expansion.

The wagon train of more than 80 emigrants was trapped in the teeth of the Sierra by winter, and half died amid starvation. Gory witness accounts by rescuers told of survivors resorting to eating human flesh.

There’s more. Bottom line, it seems the new lack of evidence is inconclusive.

Pablita Velarde

The woman who honored her own Tewa birth name Tse Tsa — Golden Dawn — by creating bright and captivating paintings died in Albuquerque at 87 on Tuesday.

Known to the world as Pablita Velarde, the Santa Clara Pueblo artist achieved international acclaim as an acutely observant traditionalist painter who managed to tell her cultural history in a variety of media even as she bent tradition to achieve her personal artistic goals.

“She really blazed a trail both for Native American and women artists by following her dream from the time she was a young girl,” said Shelby Tisdale, director of Santa Fe’s Museum of Indian Arts and Culture. “The museum has been planning an exhibition of her work for the spring featuring all her paintings from Bandelier National Monument. Now it seems more important than ever to honor her lifetime of work.”

The Santa Fe New Mexican

Pablita Velarde

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A wonderful sampling of Pablita Velarde’s artwork is online.

Thanks to dangerousmeta for the pointer.

36 Hours in Silver City

People who live in Silver City like to say that their town of 10,000 offers “the real New Mexico experience.” Perched on the edge of the Gila National Forest in a high-desert wonderland of ponderosas, deep gorges and red-rock mesas, Silver City is a bit rough around the edges, especially compared with places like Santa Fe and Taos – but that’s the way the locals like it. The town was founded after silver ore was discovered in 1870, and soon transplanted Yankees built the large Victorian houses that still loom over newer structures in the historic downtown. The silver industry crashed in 1893, but the town was becoming a haven for tuberculosis patients – including Billy the Kid’s mother – because of the desert air and healing hot springs. (Billy himself passed some of his youth in Silver City.) By the 1900’s, TB patients started going there en masse. After 1910, large-scale copper mining began, and that continues to be the basis of the economy, making Silver City a place where miners, artists, ranchers and extreme sports types mix easily.

Read more on spending 36 hours in Silver City from The New York Times.

School daze

With son number three due this spring, Jill, official oldest daughter of NewMexiKen, and Byron, official husband of Jill, are calculating costs. According to their financial advisor, here are some estimates for the cost of four years of college when the boys reach that age:

University of Virginia………………$486,715
College of William and Mary……$512,956
University of Notre Dame……$1,454,963
Stanford University………………$1,599,440

NewMexiKen, official grandpa of Jill’s three sons, can only offer these four words of wisdom:

Linebacker
Quarterback
Point Guard

It’s the birthday

… of the popular 19th-century American writer Horatio Alger Jr., born in Chelsea, Massachusetts (1832). He graduated near the top of his class at Harvard University, then spent two years in the ministry before moving to New York City and starting a career as a writer. He wrote a novel called Ragged Dick; or Street Life in New York with the Boot Blacks (1867), about a shoeshine boy who goes from rags to riches through a combination of hard work and good luck (or “luck and pluck”). The novel was a huge success. Over the next 30 years, Alger published more than a hundred successful novels using the same formula.

The Writer’s Almanac

Two years ago The Writer’s Almanac had this:

His first novel, Ragged Dick; or Street Life in New York with the Boot Blacks, was serialized in a magazine, where it picked up more readers with every issue. When it was published in book form in 1867, it became an instant bestseller. Groucho Marx once said, “Horatio Alger’s books conveyed a powerful message to me and many of my young friends—that if you worked hard at your trade, the big chance would eventually come. As a child I didn’t regard it as a myth, and as an old man I think of it as the story of my life.”