With candor and humor, Connie Chung shares the highs and lows of her trailblazing career as a journalist in her invigorating memoir, Connie.
With candor and humor, Connie Chung shares the highs and lows of her trailblazing career as a journalist in her invigorating memoir, Connie.
Oliver Radclyffe’s Frighten the Horses is a powerful standout among the burgeoning subgenre of gender transition memoirs.
Oliver Radclyffe’s Frighten the Horses is a powerful standout among the burgeoning subgenre of gender transition memoirs.
Emily Witt’s sharp, deeply personal memoir, Health and Safety, invites us to relive a tumultuous era in American history through the eyes of a keen observer.
Emily Witt’s sharp, deeply personal memoir, Health and Safety, invites us to relive a tumultuous era in American history through the eyes of a keen observer.
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Yes, Gary Taubes, the “prosecutor” in the provocative, eye-opening book The Case Against Sugar, took his 8-year-old son trick-or-treating in his Oakland, California, neighborhood on Halloween.
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The former co-host of “What Not to Wear” delivers candid and comical observations on growing up gay and other topics in an entertaining new memoir, I Hate Everyone, Except You.

My favorite line from the book is addressed to your fans: “Start focusing on you . . . your power, your value, the stuff that goes way deeper than designer jeans and the perfect shade of lipstick. But also on the perfect shade of lipstick if that makes you happy. Because you deserve to be happy.” What do you think needs to change for women to stop equating their appearance with their value?
A cultural revolution, I suppose. Men and women have tied a woman’s value to her looks for a very long time. That kind of thinking doesn’t magically cease overnight, but we could begin by praising our daughters, granddaughters, nieces for qualities in addition to their beauty, like their intelligence, strength, creativity, talent. And we could start teaching boys at an earlier age not to behave like pigs.

You write about how hurtful it was to you and your husband when Ted Cruz called the ruling on marriage equality one of our nation’s darkest days. You briefly considered moving to Sweden but write, “even if he, or someone just as horrible, becomes president, it’s not worth jumping ship.” How are you feeling post-election?
Well, I’ve been experiencing a wide range of emotions. I want to be clear, I would never leave the United States just because I don’t like a president. I love this country very much and believe the vast majority of Americans are good human beings. But if the Supreme Court reverses its marriage equality ruling, I’ll have a big problem with that, as I’m sure you can understand.

In the hilarious chapter “Clinton for President!” you eat a marijuana gummy bear and then talk about how when you’re president, you will make American fabulous again. So, Clinton Kelly 2020?
I’m not gonna lie: Part of me thinks I could do a freakin’ awesome job as president, but another—much larger—part of me doesn’t want to work that hard at anything. Taking all those meetings would be torture for me. If I’m on a conference call that lasts for more than 10 minutes, I want to commit hara-kiri.

You have a funny fake sitcom script in one chapter. Do you think you’ll ever try writing an actual TV pilot?
So glad you liked it! I have a drawer full of sitcom scripts I’ve written. Writing them and subsequently squirreling them away is a weird habit of mine. I never show them to anyone because I assume people will think they’re stupid. But then again, a lot of really stupid stuff makes its way to television.

Your afterword is addressed to your grandma, saying you didn’t share any stories about her because she’s all yours. Come on, tell us one thing about your grandma!
Aw, she’s just a dream. She’s 97 and originally from New Zealand. When I was a kid, she’d make me a proper cup of tea—she would never use a tea bag!—with lots of milk and sugar, then read my tea leaves, like a fortune teller. She always saw all these wonderful things happening in my future. . . . And this is why I didn’t include any stories of ours. I’m totally crying. Thanks a lot, Amy!

ALSO IN BOOKPAGE: Read our review of I Hate Everyone, Except You.

This article was originally published in the January 2017 issue of BookPage. Download the entire issue for the Kindle or Nook.

The former co-host of “What Not to Wear” delivers candid and comical observations on growing up gay and other topics in an entertaining new memoir, I Hate Everyone, Except You.

When Jack Spencer began the 13-year, 80,000-mile odyssey that would result in his ravishing book of photographs of the American landscape, he was in a very bad mood.

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Through a series of personal interviews, journalist Michael Finkel uncovered the story behind Christopher Knight’s elusive 27-year existence in the Maine woods.

You write in The Stranger in the Woods that news of Knight’s capture in 2013 immediately “grabbed” you. Why did you identify with his story of living as a hermit?
One of the things I like to do most in life is spend time in the wilderness. Another great love is reading. Christopher Knight seemed to have both passions on an exponentially grander scale. I couldn’t help but be gripped by his life story.

You wrote to Knight in jail from your home in Montana. Were you flabbergasted when he wrote back?
Strangely, I wasn’t. Knight’s story—or at least the bit of it reported in the Maine daily papers—resonated with me so strongly that I had this odd sense we were fated to communicate.

Knight wrote you five letters, then stopped. So you took a wild chance and flew to Maine to try to visit him in jail. What did you think the odds were of Knight allowing you to visit?
I’ve been a journalist for more than a quarter-century, and one of the things I’ve learned is that it’s always best to show up in person. So I did. And Knight, despite long odds, agreed to meet with me.

What most surprised you about Knight during your first visit? Did subsequent visits get any easier?
I was most surprised by Knight’s wonderfully poetic way of speaking and his dry sense of humor. But he was not easy to spend time with—he put up with me but was never happy to see me—and the visits never really got any easier. Still, Knight accepted every one of my nine visits to the jail.

"I am certain that Knight wishes he could return to the woods. But I have a feeling he will not go back, at least not so intensely. I can envision him living in a small shack on his family’s land. But I believe that for the rest of his life, he will pine for his campsite on Little North Pond, his personal Eden."

Knight certainly seems to lament being captured. Did he ever acknowledge that as he got older, his life in the woods was becoming increasingly difficult?
Living outside, especially in a place like Maine, with its brutally cold and long winters, demands a great deal of energy and strength. And like an aging athlete, Knight—despite his incredible outdoor skills—found himself in a position where surviving was becoming more and more difficult. His eyesight was failing him. Cuts and bruises did not heal as swiftly. He became less and less confident that he’d be able to survive each winter. And yet he was not willing to quit his isolation.

Knight’s story is ultimately very sad. From your description, he seems highly intelligent and simply unable to fit in with society. Do you think he will ever return to the woods or wishes he could?
I am certain that Knight wishes he could return to the woods. But I have a feeling he will not go back, at least not so intensely. I can envision him living in a small shack on his family’s land. But I believe that for the rest of his life, he will pine for his campsite on Little North Pond, his personal Eden.

Knight once told you he wants to return and let hypothermia claim his life. Do you still worry that he might do this?
Yes. Every psychologist I spoke with about Knight’s case said that suicide is a distinct possibility. He lives by his own rules, and if he gets to a point where he feels that he has no other path to freedom other than suicide, he may opt for it. I certainly hope he will not choose this exit, but my worry remains, and probably always will.

Are you concerned that some readers of your book might be tempted to go to Knight’s hometown to try to catch a glimpse of him, or speak with him—both actions that he would despise?
I believe that one of the reasons Knight shared his story with me was specifically to prevent others from asking. Anybody reading this story who concludes that it would be a good idea to try and disturb Knight is making a grave and cruel error.

At what point did you decide to write a book about Knight? Does he approve of your project?
Though I wrote a magazine article about Knight, for GQ, I understood early in the reporting process that to adequately tell Knight’s story would require a book-length piece of writing. Knight himself indirectly approved of the project. He knew, from my first letter, that I was a journalist, and I took notes right in front of him. He even referred to me, in the end, as his “Boswell”—a reference to the Scottish writer James Boswell, the author of The Life of Samuel Johnson, one of the most famous biographies in all of literature.

Did you find any of your historical research into the subject of hermits especially intriguing or surprising?
Humans have been writing about hermits since writing was invented—it’s a primal fascination. I became obsessed with reading hermit stories, and devoted the better part of a year to historical research. I was continuously surprised that so many of the religious, scientific, philosophical, and artistic successes throughout history were the result of someone spending a significant period of time alone. People who have been compelled to seek alone time have dramatically shaped human history. Three examples: Jesus, Muhammad, and Buddha.

You write that you enjoy being alone, although you once went on a 10-day silent retreat in India, only to find it "grueling." During the writing of this book, did you come to any new realizations about your own need for solitude versus socialization?
The process of writing a book inevitably demands a great deal of time spent alone. While I love socializing with my friends, and I live in a frenetic house with a wife and three young children, while working on this project it became clear to me that, in order to maintain a content life, I need to spend a significant period of time each day by myself.

 

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A condensed version of this article was originally published in the March 2017 issue of BookPage. Download the entire issue for the Kindle or Nook.

Author photo by Christopher Anderson Magnum Photos.

Through a series of personal interviews, journalist Michael Finkel uncovered the story behind Christopher Knight’s elusive 27-year existence in the Maine woods.

Holly Tucker's City of Light, City of Poison: Murder, Magic, and the First Police Chief of Paris tells a story so outlandish, one would be forgiven for thinking the book was historical fiction. But this tale of Parisian witches and possibly murderous noblewomen really did happen, and it rocked the foundation of one of the most powerful monarchies the world has ever seen—the court of Louis XIV at Versailles.

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Charleston, South Carolina, played a central role in the state’s headlong rush toward secession in December 1860, an act that led to the outbreak of the Civil War four months later. Journalist Paul Starobin explores the "mania" for war that gripped the city in Madness Rules the Hour, a lively and informative look at the political leaders, preachers and propagandists who inflamed Charleston in 1860—with dire consequences for the Union.

A former Moscow bureau chief for Business Week, Starobin has been a contributor to The Atlantic, the New Republic, the Wall Street Journal and other publications. We asked him to tell us more about Charleston's pivotal role in the lead-up to war and the parallels between the pre-Civil War era and our current political climate of polarization.

What drew you to the subject of Charleston and the lead-up to the Civil War?
I have always been fascinated by the Civil War. When I lived in the Washington, D.C. area, I made walking tours of battlefields like Gettysburg and Antietam. So much has been written about the battles—I found myself drawn to the time before the shooting started. It started, of course, at Fort Sumter, in Charleston Harbor, and as I began to dig deeper, I came to realize that Charleston, the people who lived there, played a crucial role in launching the war. How did that happen? I felt driven to answer that question.

Why did Charleston have such an influential position in the South at that time?
Charleston had long played a dominant role in the slave trade and was more belligerent on the matter of protecting slavery than was any other city in the South. So radicals on secession, all over the South, were drawn to Charleston as a kind of lodestar on secession. The city personified the Old South—more so than Richmond or New Orleans, on a par with Savannah. Charleston also seemed to have a naturally immoderate personality—it tended towards extremes in its politics, in its revelries, in its opinion of itself. There seemed to be no middle ground in Charleston.

"I did find some people who feared the confrontation—but not as many as I expected. Charleston was on a bender."

Shed some light on your research process. Where did you start and what were your most rewarding sources?
I fairly quickly came to the conclusion that the best way to do the book would be in the form of a concentrated, granular narrative—so a reader could feel the pace, the urgency of the moment, as it was felt in Charleston at the time. I established a timeline for the year 1860 and by the time I was done with my research I had entries for just about every day and a file nearly 500 pages long. I needed to feel the year myself—the sights, sounds, smells, rhythms, all of it. Raw materials were crucial—I think to write history, you need also to feel your characters, to try to put yourself in their shoes, as hard as that can be for the more noxious characters. I put their portraits on my wall. Also maps, images of Charleston, pungent quotes, went on the wall. My best sources were in the archives of South Carolina's wonderful libraries—mainly in Charleston but also in Columbia, the state capital. They are a treasure trove of letters and diaries. And through the Google news archive, I was able to read on my home office desktop computer a full year's worth of The Charleston Mercury newspaper—an essential source for the book. I often began my day by reading a few days' worth of The Mercury. In my mind, at least, I was inhabiting a different time and place. Which was sometimes a welcome refuge from the present day.

What was the most surprising piece of information you unearthed while researching this book?
How joyful the secession cause was for so many ordinary citizens—the mechanics, the shopkeepers, the firemen, the ladies of all ages. It was like a party—the men marched through the streets singing martial songs and they drank innumerable toasts to the coming liberation of the South, the ladies wrote gushing poems to the bravery of their lads and stitched 'secession bonnets' and flags. White Charleston was so eager for a confrontation with the North, that when Lincoln's election was announced, in November, 1860, folks ran about the streets shouting, 'Hurra for Lincoln!' I did find some people who feared the confrontation—but not as many as I expected. Charleston was on a bender.

You catalog many forces that supported the rush to war. Is there one person or entity that deserves the most blame for leading the city of Charleston down this path?
It was a joint effort by a group of radical secessionists—really a collective more than any one person. In this group was a newspaper propagandist and his son, a gentleman merchant, a planter, and a federal judge. They are all to blame. So were the pastors who preached the gospel of secession from the pulpit. And more broadly, the white community of Charleston, which was overwhelmingly for secession—the community is also to blame. It somehow lost its capacity to think clearly.

Why were the citizens of Charleston so receptive to the calls for secession?
White Charleston experienced a crisis of fear and also what might be called a crisis of false hope. Fear in the sense that they believed, as they were told by the propaganda merchants, that their world was about to collapse with the election of Lincoln, the 'abolitionist' Republican, as President. So they had to break away from the Union. Immediately. False hope in the sense that they believed the fable that secession could be peaceful—because the cowardly Yankees would back away from a fight—and would lead to prosperity and security with the South taking its proud place as an independent nation of the world. I suppose they wanted to believe that very badly, so they did.

You write about many key figures in Charleston and in the Civil War. If you could sit down to dinner with one of the people in your book, who would it be?
I love this question! The answer is James Louis Petigru, a lawyer and town Elder—really a kind of social institution in Charleston. He was on the right side of the issue—he believed secession was utter folly, and told all of Charleston that, over and over—and he came up with with wonderfully barbed quips, like "South Carolina is too small for a Republic, but too large for an insane asylum." A man of immense charm, wit and vision. Ideal dinner companion.

What parallels do you see between our current political climate and the atmosphere in Charleston before the war?
Our current time, sadly, also is one of intense partisanship and polarization and venomous rhetoric. There is a lot of propaganda, on social media, on cable television—which was true of the highly partisan print press back then. Each side saying, thinking, the worst of each other. I don't think we are in a civil war at this point—we are obviously not in a shooting civil war. But are we on the threshold of such a moment? How would we know? I am keeping a running file called, New Civil War, to help me figure matters out.

As you describe in the final chapter of your book, Charleston was utterly devastated by the war—shelled daily by Union forces for 587 days and left in ruins. Did the people who pushed the city toward supporting secession pay a personal price for their actions?
Some of them did. The gentleman merchant, Robert Newman Gourdin, who organized a secret group to take the South out of the Union—he lost everything in the war and by life's end didn't even have the money to pay the laundress. The federal judge who tore off his robe and demanded 'secession now' after Lincoln's election—he was arrested by Union forces and thrown into jail. The editor of the pro-secession Mercury, Robert Barnwell Rhett Jr.—his newspaper collapsed. The planter-propagandist, John Ferrars Townsend—his magnificent mansion burned to the ground and at the war's end he was living in a shed.

What lessons can we take today from what happened in Charleston in 1860?
There is a popular saying that the crowd can be wise—in this case, the crowd was mad. Reason took flight and existed in only a few sturdy individuals, who were not vulnerable to the wild passion of the masses. People must learn to think for themselves—to sift and sort what the media and politicians and pastors are saying and take nothing at face value. If you are in a media bubble, listening to all the same sources, pop it and find some contrary ones. Do your own homework, don't just go with the flow. To be a responsible citizen is not to be a sheep!

Paul Starobin’s Madness Rules the Hour is a lively and informative look at the political leaders, preachers and propagandists who inflamed Charleston with war fever in 1860.

Paul’s previous books—By the Book; Parenting, Inc.; Pornified; and The Starter Marriage and the Future of Matrimony—are investigative looks at different aspects of social and consumer behavior. In My Life with Bob, in contrast, she is her own subject. Her chapters focus on key books in her life, from The Grapes of Wrath to The Secret History, and her reflections on what those books mean to her and what they say about her.

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Stephan Talty’s book The Black Hand focuses on Joseph Petrosino, the first Italian police detective sergeant in the U.S, and his obsession with bringing down a deadly secret society of Italian criminals—the Black Hand. With his "Italian Squad" of NYPD cops, Petrosino fought back against the society and their ruthless tactics of extortion, black mail and bombings that exacerbated already tense relations between native-born Americans and Italian immigrants. 

Talty, whose parents immigrated from County Clare, Ireland, is the author of five nonfiction books, and the co-author of A Captain’s Duty with Captain Richard Phillips, a book that was later made into a movie starring Tom Hanks. We contacted Talty at his home in New York to ask him a few questions about the fascinating detective, the echoes of Italian immigrants’ plight in today’s society and more.

You’ve written on a wide variety of historical subjects, from the Dalai Lama to the pirate Captain Henry Morgan. What brought you to Joseph Petrosino and the Black Hand secret society?
I’m drawn to people who achieve things against long odds, often when going up against an entrenched system. For Captain Morgan, it was the Spanish empire. For Petrosino, it was the Black Hand. The fact that my parents were both emigrants (from Ireland) probably played a part, as well. Immigrant stories feel personal to me.

From death threats to social rejection, Petrosino’s life was made incredibly difficult by his position on the police force and his dogged pursuit of the Black Hand. What do you think drove him to go to such lengths in his attempts to bring down the Black Hand?
Petrosino was like many immigrants who came from societies where governance was awful. He fell in love with America; he saw the government and civic life here as a gift. But he knew the number one obstacle to that goal was the American view that Italians were prone to crime. And the Black Hand advertised that in this extraordinarily vivid way. So it wasn’t only the individual murders and acts of extortion that he was fighting against—it was the image of the Italian American as a person who lived outside the law. Petrosino despised that image, and he thought by finishing off the Black Hand, he would be able to show Americans what Italians were truly like. So for him it was a war for the Italian-American soul.

The terror of the Black Hand fed into a deep fear of immigrants in America. Because of the Black Hand’s criminal activity, many people believed that all Italian immigrants were violent. Do you see any parallels between this 20th-century panic and the state of America’s view on immigration today?
I do. There are several patterns that you see again and again in how America sees immigrants. There’s often a belief that the new citizens still hold on to loyalties to foreign entities. With the Irish, it was the Pope. John F. Kennedy had to address this in his presidential campaign. For Italians in the early 1900s, it was secret societies, or what one journalist called the “alta Mafia,” the high Mafia. Some Americans really believed that a criminal mastermind in Naples would snap his fingers and his underlings in the U.S. would leap into action. The same thing is happening with Muslims—many people doubt their loyalty to the country and think that when push comes to shove, faith will trump patriotism. But that’s been proved wrong time and time again.

Petrosino was brilliant—a skilled detective, a master of disguise, a delightful dinner companion, an incorruptible cop and a patriot with a true desire to see justice done. With all these gifts, what do you think his greatest flaw was?
That’s a great question. He had small flaws that cut down on his effectiveness. He found it hard to trust people at first, in part, I think, because of the abuse he’d suffered as one of the few Italians in the largely Irish NYPD. He didn’t understand that other people found it difficult to be as physically brave as he was; he grew so angry at Black Hand victims who refused to testify that it’s a miracle he didn’t have a heart attack at some point in his career. But what hurt him the most was overconfidence at the end—he’d survived so many threats in New York that I think he went to Italy overestimating how untouchable he was.

Sensationalist tabloids helped spread the terror of the Black Hand. Do you see similar events unfolding in the press today?
I do. What’s interesting about that is that so many Americans at the time saw the Black Hand as a “medieval” organization. But really they were thoroughly modern: The Industrial Revolution brought the Italians to America, the modern press and the competition between dailies in New York acted as an advertising agency for the Black Hand, and their structure resembled a modern franchise system. Their success wouldn’t have been possible without modernity. I do think that the similarities with what’s happening today show that some features in human beings change very little over time: our fear of outsiders, our mistrust of the world beyond the Atlantic and Pacific.

While ruthless and brutal, the Blank Hand was undeniably effective and far-reaching, employing many clever tactics from coast to coast and even overseas. What do you think their greatest strength was?
When you look at statistics from that era, Italians committed fewer crimes per capita than many other ethnic groups. But it was the brilliance—you could almost say the theatricality of the crimes—that made them stand out. There was an elaborate process to a Black Hand job: the precise tone of the letters, the offers of help from family “friends” (who were often associates of the Black Hand gang), the psychology that allows the victim to be drained of his last cent. There’s just a sophistication to their methods that no other ethnic group could match. Many Italian Americans resent this association with crime that seems to follow them around generation after generation. And they’re right. But you almost have to admire the audacity and the cunning that went into being a Black Hander.

The majority of the NYPD loathed Petrosino’s Italian Squad. Why do you think they were so hostile toward such a successful unit of hardworking detectives?
Mostly, because they were Italian in a time when the NYPD was practically an Irish guild. Irish cops gave their 8-year-old sons little nightsticks to get them ready for the job. The NYPD was seen as a birthright, something the Irish had earned in full. So the fact that Petrosino and his band of Sicilians were digging out this foothold in the department—and performing brilliantly!—did not go down well. The Irish felt that Manhattan was their promised land, but so did many Italians.

So many Italian immigrants came to America hoping for a better life, only to be met with poverty and hatred. Some turned to the Black Hand society and crime. Do you think that if the reception of Italians in America had been different, the Black Hand would have gained power?
I do think that a great deal of the Black Hand’s power came from Italian culture and history. In the small towns of Southern Italy, the policeman and the government were enemies. It’s hard to shed that attitude in a matter of months. But what they found in America helped the criminals too, because Americans didn’t understand Italian crime and didn’t sympathize with Italian victims. That great line from The Godfather comes to mind: “They’re animals anyway, so let them lose their souls.” That’s often how Americans thought.

Petrosino is an engaging character, from his love of opera to his incredible and varied skills as a detective. What fact about him do you find most interesting or surprising?
He was unique. His memory was nothing short of astonishing. Then there are little flashes of humor to his personality—there are even reports that Petrosino, this hard-edged legend, would do imitations at parties after a few glasses of wine. But what I found the most remarkable thing was that he could even function under the pressure he was under. It’s one thing to be an Eliot Ness and to go after crime organizations with the full backing of your government, your people and your conscience. That’s difficult enough. But to wake up every morning knowing that there were hundreds of the men in the city who wanted to kill you, that genuinely saw you as a kind of Antichrist, and that thousands of your fellow countrymen considered you a sellout, and then to get almost no help from the FBI and the political leaders of the country you’d given up everything for, I just don’t know how he did it. How he carried on. That kind of spiritual toughness is special.

Did you talk to any intriguing sources while researching this book or discover any exciting firsthand material?
Petrosino’s granddaughter, Susan Burke, is still alive and I spoke with her. She actually remembered Petrosino’s wife, Adelina, and gave me these details of how scandalously independent Adelina was in the early 1900s. It was so much fun to talk to someone for whom this is family history.

The film rights to your book have been optioned by Paramount and the movie is set to star Leonardo DiCaprio. Have you been involved in the process of turning the book into a movie so far?
We’re still in the very early stages, so not really. I’d love to help. The clothes, the street scenes, the political atmosphere in the country at the time: you only have one shot to get those things right. I think it’s one of the great American immigrant stories, and it’s important to make it work.

(Author photo by Nathacha Vilceus.)

We talk to Stephan Talty about his new book about a diabolical gang of criminals and the detective determined to take them down, The Black Hand.
We asked Mitch Prinstein a few questions about his research into popularity and his surprising findings. 
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Interest in the Beatles has never really waned, but the 50th anniversary of Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band (released on June 1, 1967) has prompted a new wave of remembrances, celebrations and tributes to the Fab Four. An expanded reissue of Sgt. Peppers goes on sale later this week, Sirius XM satellite radio has launched a 24/7 Beatles channel, and the BBC plans a round of special radio and TV programming to reconsider the groundbreaking album.

On the literary front, several new books on the band and its music are being published to coincide with the anniversary, including a nostalgic and entertaining essay collection, In Their Lives: Great Writers on Great Beatles Songs. Edited by literary agent Andrew Blauner, the collection includes pieces by 29 notable authors and musicians who were asked to name their favorite Beatles song and explain what the song means to them. Writers from Jane Smiley to Adam Gopnik accepted the challenge, delivering thoughtful and often deeply personal reflections on how the Beatles rocked their world.

“When I think about ‘She Loves You,’ and how much I loved that song, how new it sounded, and how happy it made me feel to hear it, I think about how much it represented the mirage of a possible future, one that was more joyful and more interesting than my lonely and borderline-grim childhood,” writes New Yorker cartoonist Roz Chast in the book's opening essay.

We asked Blauner to tell us more about how the collection was assembled and what he—a lifelong Beatles fan—learned from reading the 29 essays.

This collection has an extremely impressive roster of contributors. How did you go about finding writers and musicians who have a particular fondness for the Beatles?
Thank you. It was a combination of going to people whose work I admire, writers whom I knew liked the Beatles, or who were at least interested in and/or knowledgeable about music, while others were shots in the dark—writers who have great voices, styles, insights, whether the subject matter was going to trigger them or not.

It’s axiomatic that some of the best writing about sports is done by people who are not sportswriters per se. Maybe something akin to that could be said about music writing. And I thought it was telling and auspicious that even some of the people whom I asked, but who could not contribute for one reason or another, still engaged with the idea and mentioned what their song would have been. I met Natalie Merchant, invited her and she broke into “Fixing a Hole.” Jonathan Lethem said that he’d have done “And Your Bird Can Sing,” which, interestingly, is what my brother, Peter, writes about in the book. I think the only person who did not respond was President Obama, though I reckon I already knew what his choice would be (read: “Michelle”).

What matchup of song and author surprised you the most?
Hmm, maybe Rosanne Cash and “No Reply.” Or David Duchovny and “Dear Prudence.” David is a longtime family friend, going back to childhood. He’s also, now, a prized client, and he wrote the intro to one of my other collections, Coach. I knew what kind of writer and thinker he was, and I knew that he knew music, and, coincidentally, he just hosted the Kennedy Center tribute to John Lennon. But I had no idea what kind of piece he would write in this context. And I was very happily surprised by what he wrote about “Dear Prudence.” At the Kennedy Center tribute, he said, “ ‘Dear Prudence’ wasn’t a happy song. It was complicated. But it revealed character; told a story. It was jarring in a profound way, and since then I’ve demanded more from my art and entertainment.”

This book not only has personal reminiscences about the music, but also some very interesting Beatles trivia and history. What new things did you learn about the Beatles from these essays? 
A lot, actually, including the fact that only two covers of Beatles songs have ever reached number one (you can find out which songs in Thomas Beller’s piece). Virtually all of Chuck Klosterman’s piece about “Helter Skelter” is a revelation. And thanks to Elissa Schappell, I now have an entirely new appreciation for, and understanding of, “Octopus’s Garden.” And while I’ve listened to so many of the other featured songs thousands of times before, some I will never hear quite the same way again, because of what the contributors wrote—Rosanne Cash on “No Reply”; Nicky Dawidoff on “A Day in the Life”; Mona Simpson on “She’s Leaving Home”; Gerald Early on “I’m a Loser”; and many more.

Why did you decide to arrange the book chronologically, by the date of each song’s release?
To tell a story. Of a kind. In a way. To show a progression, a trajectory—the evolution, revolution, devolution. . . . From the youthful innocence, exuberance, simplicity and lightness of the early songs, through the more experimental, meditative, mature, spiritual, dark sides, and ultimately, out the other side. Maybe, too, in the way that Sgt. Pepper is considered a “concept album” (the first of its kind, some will say), so, too, is this a “concept book.”

Why do you think The Beatles have had such a huge impact on writers? 
At least part of the answer to that question is that it’s a syllogism. Which is to say, the Beatles have had a huge impact on a great many different populations of people. And that includes writers. Is it disproportionately more so with writers? The way that, say, writers still tend to have AOL addresses a lot more than other people? I wish I knew. But I don’t. 

Did you find that younger writers, those who hadn’t been born when the Beatles became popular, had different reactions to the music than those who were around from the very beginning? 
It’s paradoxical. To some extent, yes; and in other ways, no. It’s crystallized, I think, in a piece that Francine Prose wrote with her 8-year-old granddaughter, Emilia, which addresses how the music speaks to members of different generations. ["Emilia's Beatlemania is, I think, purer than mine, less affected by history and time, more reflective of a child's love than a teenager's," Prose writes.]
Alan Light puts his finger on the fact that so many of us feel as if we’re not quite old enough to remember, that we just missed out on being there to experience the Beatles first-hand. Not to mention that, in “I Saw Her Standing There,” Paul sings, “She was just 17, you know what I mean.” We did not know.

Do you remember how you felt the first time you listened to Sgt. Pepper’s? How have your feelings about the album changed over the years?
I do not remember the first time. I turned three exactly one week after the album was released. And I imagine that, thanks to my oldest brother, Steven, if not my parents, too, that I started hearing it almost immediately. My girlfriend and I have a toddler at home, he’s two-and-a-half, and he’s already learning—and asking for—some of the songs. Anyway, over time, I remember how connected I’d start to get to some of the songs on that album, and being a bit torn between wanting to jump around, skip the needle on the vinyl, that is, to get to my favorites, vs. honoring the concept that it was meant to be listened to, in its entirety, sequentially.

To the second part of your question, well, again, it’s paradoxical, since in some ways things seem exactly the same, while in other ways I have a very different and, I hope, deeper understanding now. “A Day in the Life” is maybe the best example of that, and the famed last note, and the buildup [and down] to it. I think of it a lot, symbolically, metaphorically. Oh, and there’s also the fact that “When I’m 64,” has taken on all new meanings of its own.

Who was your favorite Beatle?
I have long liked the idea that the whole was greater than the sum of the parts when it came to the Beatles, just as it did when I played team sports. Otherwise, my favorite changed over time. It was Paul at the outset, then John, then George. Then George Martin (the 5th, or is he the 6th erstwhile Beatle?). I used to try to mimic a lot of the songs, and I could come close to getting some of them, but others, no matter what I did, how hard I tried, and without knowing who was singing lead vocals on certain tracks, I couldn’t get it. And it turns out that on those songs, it was John and Paul harmonizing so perfectly, so seamlessly, that it sounded like one voice.

What’s the one Beatles song you’ll never tire of listening to?
There isn’t just one, really. And I’m wondering if there are any, in fact, that I have ever tired of. I don’t think there are. But OK, you asked me to choose one, and so I’ll give you “In My Life,” from which the title of the book comes. 

What is it about the Beatles that makes their music worth preserving and passing down through generations?
The beautiful universals, perhaps? Transcendent, resonant, passed down (and up), and across. “Come Together.” “All You Need Is Love.” “Let It Be.” “I Am the Walrus.” It’s also the great equalizer, democratizer, common ground, in an increasingly divided country and world. Beatles music never goes out of fashion. It unifies people, families. It’s a constant companion, a friend with whom to celebrate and commiserate and meditate, covering so many moods and modalities and modes. The Beatles comfort and console us, help to connect us, make us feel understanding and amplify our moments of joy.

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Traveling to Accomack County, Virginia, journalist Monica Hesse uncovers the complex triggers behind a pair of lovers’ five-month arson spree in the small, neglected town.

Accomack County Sheriff Todd Godwin told you he couldn't imagine anyone writing an interesting book about his county. But holy moly, the saga of Charlie Smith and Tonya Bundick's five-month arson spree is like something straight out of Fargo, without the snow. How did your Washington Post feature, which later evolved into this book, originate? At what point did you realize you had enough material for a book?
I live in Washington, D.C., about four hours from Accomack. It’s close enough that the fires made the news here, at least occasionally. Every few weeks I’d see something about how the fires were piling up on the Eastern Shore. When Charlie and Tonya were finally arrested, I thought, “Huh, that’s interesting. You don’t see a lot of female arsonists. I wonder what happened there?” So I drove down to cover one of the first hearings, and it happened to be the one where Charlie talked about why he and Tonya had started lighting the fires to begin with. And then I thought, “Holy —-.”

You've written three novels for teenagers, one of which is called Burn, and your first nonfiction book is about arson. Have you ever witnessed an out-of-control fire? Did you see any with the Accomack County firefighters?
The Tasley firefighters, who I embedded with—they gave me my own pager and let me sleep in the firehouse—used to joke that I was a fire reseller. Every time I stayed over, the night would be quiet except for a fender bender or non-fire-related emergency call. It got to the point where I was feeling really ghoulish, because you obviously never want to wish for something to catch on fire, but at the same time, I really wanted to see the Accomack firefighters in action.

Accomack County is where the Misty of Chincoteague books originated. Did you read these as a child? How long did you spend in Accomack County researching this book? How does life there compare to life in Normal, Illinois, where you grew up?
I’d heard of the Misty books growing up, but they just never became favorites of mine. I didn’t reread them until after I started working on American Fire, when I was going through a blitz where I’d read anything remotely related to the Eastern Shore. I rented a house down in the county for two months, and then I probably made nine or 10 other shorter trips down there. Accomack is a little more rural than Normal, but a lot of things felt the same. The low, flat land and the fact that you can drive for ten minutes in any direction, and suddenly be in the middle of cornfields. The people, too: the fact that friendliness was a default. In Washington, D.C., you don’t wave to strangers you pass in other cars, but you do in Accomack, and you do where I’m from, too.

What was your most memorable experience while writing this book? Your biggest surprise?
I was really sure that Charlie Smith wasn’t going to want to talk to me for the book. He hadn’t talked to anyone else, and people had tried. But I wrote him a letter that I guess stuck with him, and one morning I’d just stepped out of the shower when I saw an unfamiliar number pop up on my cell phone. I picked up, and he just said, “This is Charlie, are you the girl who’s trying to write about me?” I was flying around my apartment in a bath towel, searching for something to write with; my notes from my first conversation with Charlie ended up being on a roll of paper towels. But that’s how this whole book went. I would have completely given up on someone talking to me, and then they’d come through at the most unexpected time.

Todd Godwin, the Sheriff, wouldn’t talk to me for months. He was the nicest guy about it, but completely gave me the brush off. Finally one day my mother said, “Have you brought him a pie?” I don’t make pies, but I do make banana bread, so I brought a loaf over to the Sheriff’s office. He laughed when he saw me; I’m sure it looked as desperate and pathetic as it was. But that’s how these things work. You have to earn trust, and be patient, and show people that you’re going to put in as much time as it takes to get their story right.

Your book notes that “[a]rson is a weird crime.” Did the arsons change the county in lasting ways? Do many of the burnt buildings still stand?
Oh, a lot of them. The fires burned some buildings to the ground, but others they only singed. I don’t think the arsons particularly changed the county—it’s not like nobody trusts each other anymore, just because there was a serial arsonist—except that there are some places that end up having particular and peculiar dates with destiny. You can’t think of Holcomb, Kansas, without thinking of it being the setting of In Cold Blood, for example. And that’s what the arsons did. They took a place that nobody was paying attention to and made it briefly famous.

Charlie Smith and Tonya Bundick truly had, as Elvis would say, a "Burning Love." Each of them tell a very different story about who's responsible for these crimes. Will anyone but them ever know the truth? Do you know of any other arsonist couples?
I don’t think anyone but them will ever know. Which is part of what makes it so fascinating. I heard a writer once say that the best mysteries are ones that leave more questions than they answer, because the real mystery isn’t who does what, but why. To me, American Fire is a book about arsons, but it’s really a mystery about the unfathomableness of the human heart. I had a million theories for what really happened and why, and they would change every time I talked to a new person.

Do you have a favorite song about love and fire? Did you make a playlist as you wrote?
I’m one of those weird people who usually needs silence to write. But the house I was renting in Accomack had no television, no internet and no radio, and it was alone by itself at the end of a dirt road. I ended up needing some noise in the background, just so I wouldn’t jump out of my skin every time the house settled. I went to a flea market where a vendor was selling a boxed set of all the Harry Potter movies for 10 dollars, so I bought them, and then had them playing in the background the whole time I was down there. I don’t think I ever need to watch the Harry Potter movies again.

As for songs about fire and love: “Laid,” by James is oddly appropriate for this book, and it became more appropriate every time I heard it. Go listen!

What most surprised you when you spoke with Charlie and with Tonya?
How, even though they ended up having wildly different versions about what happened in their relationship, they both remembered and told me the same, odd little details about it. Like, how they would pass notes in the jail yard by pressing tiny pieces of paper between pieces of cutlery and burying them by the flagpole. It was obvious there had been a lot of love there at one point, and then it combusted. It made me so curious to try to understand what had happened.

As you wrote the book, Tonya refused any more interviews. What question would you most like to ask her? How does a person whose criminal record consists of stealing a box of Junior Mints from a grocery store in her late teens become a serial arsonist?
The things that I’d most want to learn about Tonya are things I don’t know that she’d ever talk about. It’s clear that she’s a proud, complex woman who doesn’t want to appear weak.

I have theories about her, which I didn’t put in the book because they were purely my own theories and it would have been irresponsible to print them for the larger public. So if she and I were going to have a truly honest conversation, I guess what I’d want is to be able to say, “This is what I’ve learned about you, and this is what I think happened. Did I get it right? Do I understand you?” It’s such a self-serving question, but that’s what I’d want to know. Did I come close to understanding you at all?

Can you imagine a movie about these Eastern Shore arsonists and the men and women who stopped them? Which actors can you envision playing Charlie and Tonya?
I’d always pictured someone like Sam Rockwell for Charlie. My agent told me she’d been picturing Channing Tatum—which was hilarious, that our brains had gone in such different directions. For Tonya, maybe someone like Jessica Chastain. I think she could have the right steeliness. The only character I can cast with certainty: the Tasley fire chief is a man named Jeff Beall, who made me swear up and down that if a movie was ever made I would do everything in my power to get Tom Selleck to play him. Tom Selleck, if you are reading this, call me.

 

ALSO IN BOOKPAGE: Read our review of American Fire.

An excerpt of this article was originally published in the July 2017 issue of BookPage. Download the entire issue for the Kindle or Nook.

Traveling to Accomack County, Virginia, journalist Monica Hesse uncovers the complex triggers behind a pair of lovers’ five-month arson spree in the small, neglected town.

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