Beto and Pete: A Tale of Two Articles

In this election season, good journalism is important. But what happens when “good journalism” comes up against people’s uncritical adoration of a candidate?

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Janet Malcolm around the time the book came out.

We all know the stereotype of the “hit piece.” In Janet Malcolm‘s 1990 book The Journalist and the Murderer, she writes this about the professional journalist:

He is a kind of confidence man, preying on people’s vanity, ignorance or loneliness, gaining their trust and betraying them without remorse. Like the credulous widow who wakes up one day to find the charming young man and all her savings gone, so the consenting subject of a piece of nonfiction learns—when the article or book appears—his hard lesson. Journalists justify their treachery in various ways according to their temperaments. The more pompous talk about freedom of speech and “the public’s right to know”; the least talented talk about Art; the seemliest murmur about earning a living.

Malcolm’s provocative and disturbing thesis, that the journalist cozies up to and then inevitably betrays his/her subject, can be seen in action in two long magazine articles about up-and-coming Democratic presidential candidates Beto O’Rourke and Pete Buttiegieg.

I liked O’Rourke back when he was running for Senate in Texas against Ted Cruz and bought into the hype to a certain extent. But this Vanity Fair article, written by Joe Hagan, quietly eviscerated O’Rourke. (The most damning thing, to my mind, was the revelation of the existence of O’Rourke’s wealthy Republican father-in-law, who had bankrolled his campaigns.) Suddenly O’Rourke’s own wealth did not seem so innocent.

Then there was the jarring image of a harried Beto in the car with his kids, braking sharply at a busy intersection and muttering: “Motherfuckers!” Or the picture that slowly formed of a man obsessed with his terrible relationship with his own father. Beto’s frankness about his problematic relationship with his gregarious but overbearing father, Pat, who died after being hit by a car, could have been portrayed differently by a sympathetic journalist, but in this article Beto’s own desire to run for high office seems to stem from some unhealthy compulsion/inner emptiness and competition with his dead father, whose own political career ended suddenly when a powder that was allegedly cocaine was found in the glove compartment of his car. The fact that his young kids and even the morose family dog (!) don’t appear to be 100 percent behind Beto in his quixotic quest is damning.

This piece, released and widely shared on Twitter on the day Beto announced his candidacy, undoubtedly jabbed a deep wound into his upward momentum. His standing in the polls has never recovered.

Pete Buttigieg is the nice, cautious millennial antidote to Beto’s troubled Gen-X persona. I really like Buttigieg, find his relationship with husband Chasten charming, and loved his book, Shortest Way Home. He has a good mind, a sly humor, and seems to be a man of strong integrity. But, proving Malcolm’s point, this Vogue piece by Nathan Heller subtly accentuates all the less appealing things. Mayor Pete somehow comes off as a control freak at home, a fuddy-duddy, and for the first time… rather slippery, refusing to answer or clarify the question of when he decided to run for president. Pete’s calculating and unwavering ambition is definitely his Achilles heel. One can see almost everything about him, including when he came out in 2015, as carefully timed. And get this: unlike Beto, he is an overly cautious, defensive driver!:

We get into his car, a Chevrolet sedan in a particularly subdued shade of gray. He drives at a controlled pace—partly, it seems, from caution (the mayor is an exceedingly defensive driver) but partly out of pride. “College Street, where I lived as a little kid, is up there,” he says, as we pass a stretch of tidy one-floor houses with small lawns. As a child, Buttigieg had dreamed of being an astronaut, but by high school his attentions turned.

Instead of civic pride, though, Buttigieg, seen through Heller’s eyes, gives off a whiff of smug egotism here. This is the damning paragraph, ending in an almost palpable note of gloom:

“When exactly he decided, in his own mind, he would seek the U.S. presidency is less clear. He announced his exploratory committee in January. In February, his elegantly written memoir, Shortest Way Home, appeared, introducing him to the nation (“a chance for me to tell my story before someone else does,” as he tells me), and soon began climbing The New York Times best-seller list. Books taking what they do in the way of time, this project of national self-presentation was clearly in the works more than two years ago. Did he have White House plans then? I keep asking him the question, in various phrasings, but he never replies head-on. Eventually it occurs to me that this is probably an answer in itself.”

The handful of excellent women candidates (Elizabeth Warren, Kamala Harris, Amy Klobuchar) should perhaps count themselves lucky that they have not yet been filleted in this way. Perhaps a female journalist will end up doing the honors!

Having said that, I read these two well-written pieces with fascination and think that they are, to some extent, necessary correctives. I’m reminded of Bill Clinton’s churlish, offhand comment in the 2008 campaign about Obama’s persona being a “fairy tale.” We never really got to see the dark side. Obama actually had a pretty easy road to power, partly due to his opponent John McCain’s decency. Maybe it’s better that some air be let out of the tires for these candidates in advance of the grueling slog that is the 2020 campaign.

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The Day That Notre Dame Burned

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Interior of Notre Dame. The firefighters’ helmets give them the look of medieval soldiers contemplating the cross.

It was Tax Day, and that’s bad enough, but it turns out that April 15, 2019, will go down as the day that Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris burned almost completely. The two great towers are still standing, at least.

Hours ago, I turned to Twitter, as I always do now, for the latest updates. The unbelievable sight of the Gothic spire burning and collapsing while shocked Parisians screamed and cried out on the street was most upsetting. It seemed apocalyptic.

Like the destruction of anything else involving that great city, it just sent a spear through the heart. Paris has had so many tragedies in the last decade: Charlie Hebdo, the massacre at the Bataclan concert hall… At least this one may have been linked to a careless construction accident rather than arson.

My first immediate reaction was horror and disbelief. It comforted me to read the emotional responses to the disaster on Twitter. Most of those were by women, I noted, who had visited Notre Dame as tourists and been awed by it. Writer Steve Silberman told an anecdote that moved me deeply:

On my 1st morning in Paris when I was 21 or so, I went straight to Notre Dame. It was much darker inside than I had imagined, like a Paleolithic cave. I saw a man crawling on the floor toward the Virgin. Only later I learned there’d been a power failure. Indelible experience. (@stevesilberman)

Today was also the 107th anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic.

UPDATE: Not only was the medieval rose window apparently saved, but the 180,000 bees in three hives on top of Notre Dame’s sacristy roof apparently were as well!

 

 

 

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The Abstract-Impressionism of Berthe Morisot and Joan Mitchell

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Guest blogger Paula Butterfield’s novel about the life and work of impressionist artist Berthe Morisot, “La Luministe,” will be published by Regal House on March 15, 2019. She stops by to discuss the surprising similarities between Morisot and a much more modern female artist…

 

 

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WOMAN AT HER TOILETTE (1875-1880)

 

 The Abstract-Impressionism of Berthe Morisot and Joan Mitchell

As I researched Berthe Morisot for my historical novel, La Luministe, I saw elements of this Impressionist artist’s work that hinted at Joan Mitchell’s paintings, which would follow one hundred years later. (See the right side of Woman at Her Toilette, above.) The brushstrokes on Morisot’s unfinished canvases, in particular, look like the work of the Abstract Expressionists of the 1950s. As art critic Sam Smee has written, “In the 1880s, Morisot experimented with unprimed canvases and a lack of finish that looks radical even today — closer at times to Joan Mitchell than Paul Cézanne.” (Washington Post, August 21, 2018)

In turn, painter Joan Mitchell was labeled an “Abstract Impressionist.” It was a term coined by Elaine de Kooning, who conflated the Impressionists’ interest in the optical effects of nature with the Abstract Expressionists’ interest in the visual representations of emotional or spiritual states. Mitchell was compared to Monet in her use of watery surfaces and reflections of the sky. During the 1970s, Mitchell even lived in a house next to Monet’s former home in Vetheuil.

At first glance, Morisot and Mitchell’s lives had much in common. Both lived in France, both came from well-off upper-class families, and both were involved in difficult relationships with well-known artists—Morisot with Edouard Manet and Mitchell with Jean-Paul Riopelle. And each artist had great feeling for landscape, especially trees. Morisot, as one of the founding Impressionists, painted en plein air. She felt sustained by trees. The Bois de Boulogne, “the lungs of the city”, was her refuge from modern Paris, and the forested park provided the setting for many of her paintings. Mitchell felt an affinity for trees, as well. When she was in the hospital recovering from hip surgery late in her life,

“…they moved me to a room with a window and suddenly…I saw two fir trees in a park…and I was so happy. It had to do with being alive, I could see the pine trees, and I felt I could paint.”

(interview with Yves Michaud for catalog, Joan Mitchell: New Paintings, 1986)

Green blotches traverse a neutral background in both canvases. Although Morisot’s painting is, technically, realist—a recognizable house and figures appear in the middle-ground. The figure on the right serves as an accent comparable to Mitchell’s perfect fuchsia-colored accent in roughly the same position in My Plant.

 

Morisot painting                                       Joan Mitchell painting

HARVEST À BOUGIVAL (Morisot, 1880s)           GIROLATA TRIPTYCH (Mitchell, 1964)

 

Do you see what I mean? Here’s another example. In the paintings below, there are similarities in composition (emphasis in lower-left corner), brush strokes (as scumbled and breezy as the wind at the English seaside), and palette (muted blue-grays with accents of red, green, and blue):

 

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ENGLISH SEASCAPE (Morisot, 1875)                         MONT ST. HILAIRE (Mitchell, 1956)

 

In 2014, an untitled work of Joan Mitchell’s brought $11.9 million at auction, the highest price garnered by a woman artist to date—supplanting the $10.9 million brought by Berthe Morisot’s After the Luncheon in 2013. It’s appropriate that Morisot and Mitchell top the list of most valued women artists. Separated by a century, these two women artists shared not only lives lived in France and devotion to their art, but also a way of seeing.

Author Paula Butterfield taught courses about women artists for twenty years before turning to writing novels about them. La Luministe, her debut novel, earned the Best Historical Fiction Chanticleer Award. Paula lives with her husband and daughter in Portland and on the Oregon coast. Still committed to sharing women’s stories, she is currently working on her next book about rival American artists. You can find her at http://www.paula-butterfield.com or @pbutterwriter.

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Dorothy Richardson, overlooked modernist writer

(Reblogging an older post, as “Dorothy Richardson: A Close Reading” is now available on Apple, Barnes & Noble, and Kobo.)

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DRichardson Richardson was a pioneering modernist writer.

When I was an ardent young intellectual in the early ’90s, I took a class on Modernist Women Writers with the poet Kathleen Fraser at SFSU. One of our assignments was to do “a close reading” of our writer of choice. I chose to write about English writer Dorothy M. Richardson.

Richardson (1873-1957) was an unusual writer with an unusual career. She published her first book, Pointed Roofs, in 1917, when she was over 40. It was called the first “imagist novel” and her work was taken seriously by critics. Soon Katherine Mansfield and Virginia Woolf, whose half brothers were Richardson’s publishers, joined the modernist “canon” and during the 1920s Richardson continued putting out volume after volume (there were eventually 13 seperate books in all) of her great novel sequence, Pilgrimage. But after her 12th book came out in the late…

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Upcoming in March: Read an E-Book Week, Followed by Guest Blogger Paula Butterfield

February has been shooting by, and I have not posted here, but let me remedy this before the month disappears completely into the rearview mirror!

8. spooky2019 - Read an Ebook WeekThe first week of March (March 3-9) is the time for Read an E-Book Week on Smashwords. I finally replaced the image on my blog from 2015 with one from this year–an improvement, I might add! Click the image at the right margin for a link to my book page on Smashwords.

Among many other bargains, I will have two books for sale in my LGBT romance Elsie Street series (Book 1 is free!). Both The Pull of Yesterday and Return to Carlsbad will be 50 percent off from 3/3-3/9.

A Goodreads reader called Jules from the U.K. gave Return to Carlsbad the kind of review that makes this author very happy:

Out of all the 3 books though, this is probably my favourite. There was at least some kind of relationship between two characters. There is at least, some kind of HEA. I think!!!!

It’s not that these characters are bad, it’s just they’re totally screwed up, by childhood abuse and self inflicted pain. They are all just messed up. AND…I COULD NOT STOP READING THIS BOOK. I could not put it down. It was like watching a train wreck, I was totally intrigued by what they would all do next and it was never what I was expecting. I also loved the author’s writing style, it flowed easily and I turned the pages pretty quickly. 

If you’re looking for something a little different and don’t mind poly relationships and possible cheating, then you’ll love this book.

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Butterfield’s novel is now on pre-order and will be published in March.

Then in mid-March, Paula Butterfield has kindly agreed to stop by my blog with a guest post as part of the promotion for her deeply researched new novel about French impressionist artist Berthe Morisot, La Luministe.

A serious artist from a young age, Morisot fell in love with the married Edouard Manet, which I didn’t know. But Butterfield’s work also brings attention to Morisot’s groundbreaking work with light, which prefigured the work of the abstract expressionists. On this blog, she’ll write about the surprising links between Morisot and mid-twentieth-century painter Joan Mitchell.

I love 19th-century French art, and I love women who were ahead of, or outside, their times, so it’s a good fit!

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Connecting the Dots Published in Audiobook Format!

Connecting the Dots

Now out in Audiobook format!

Have you ever wondered whether you or a loved one might have ADHD? My little self-help ebook/memoir, Connecting the Dots: My Midlife Journey with Adult AD/HD, published in 2013, is now available in audiobook format, at a suggested list price of $5.99! It’s geared to younger and middle-aged women, as women tend to be undiagnosed sufferers with inattentive-type ADD since we don’t typically present with the same hyperactive symptoms that boys and men do. (Though some women do have the hyperactive form of ADHD; I just don’t happen to be one of them!)

Confession: I’m not an audiobook fan myself, despite loving listening to stories on the radio, but I know many people are and that some folks find it easier to absorb information in this format. I chose Findaway Voices as my distributor and the versatile Daniela Acitelli as my narrator. Take a listen to the sample on Google Play and see what you think!

Here are links to the first online stores who’ve listed the book:

Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/audiobooks/details/Gabriella_West_Connecting_the_Dots?id=AQAAAEBM03OTLM

Apple iTunes: https://itunes.apple.com/us/audiobook/connecting-the-dots-my-midlife-journey-with-adult-ad-hd/id1449940653

Rakuten Kobo: https://www.kobo.com/us/en/audiobook/connecting-the-dots-27

Soon you should also be able to find the audiobook at multiple other venues, including Libro.fm and Storytel. You can also request it at your local library through Overdrive.

Bottom line: It has given me a real thrill to hear Daniela voice my words. I can see why putting one’s work into audiobook form can become quite addictive!

From a recent 5-star Amazon review by Oregon author Paula Butterfield:

In Connecting the Dots, author Gabriella West balances information from AD/HD authorities like Dr. Patricia Quinn, Sari Solden, Gina Pera, and Russell Barkley with her personal story: a family background that overlooked, if not exacerbated her symptoms, adult relationship issues, and career problems. This was a brave and apt choice, since women tend to connect through stories.

One of the biggest gifts from the author is her tip-off about how difficult the diagnostic process can be. That may not sound very positive, but when she writes that “you have to have a lot of initiative to make it through these early stages”, she’s pointing out the irony for people who suspect they might have AD/HD, that “their very disorder won’t let them act on what they know.” The same person who has trouble focusing is expected to storm the walls of the medical/insurance fortress. A woman who seeks help for this disorder will have to locate a psychiatrist or therapist to diagnose her, often waiting weeks or months for an appointment, only to find that a medical professional doesn’t take insurance or works only with children. Be warned, cautions the author: this will take longer and probably cost more than you’d like.

But persevere! With diagnosis and medication (not the caffeine and alcohol often used to self-medicate), you can achieve mental clarity for most hours of the day. Your doctor can also help you with the anxiety, depression, or SCT (Sluggish Cognitive Tempo) that can accompany AD/HD. You can fundamentally change your life.

UPDATE: You can now find Connecting the Dots on Audible! And I have a limited amount of promo codes which allow listeners to access the audiobook for free at Authors Direct. Contact me for a promo code!

 

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December Deals and Holiday Wishes

December is usually a slow month in the freelance world and in the book world, too. This year, I seem to have a lot going on with freelance editorial work (not complaining, this is nice!). Turns out I have some great indie book bargains to offer as well.

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‘A Knight’s Tale’ has been called ‘captivating’ and ‘bittersweet’ and is set in Medieval England, mainly at Kenilworth Castle.

My contemporary gay romance novel Elsie Street is still free on Amazon, Apple Books, etc. Then on Dec. 24, Christmas Eve, I have a BookBub featured deal for A Knight’s Tale: Kenilworth! Pick up a copy of this captivating 13th-century-based MM historical romance for 99 cents, starting around December 20 on all ebook platforms, and running for about a week. Book Two, which follows Will and Stephen’s story in France, is available in all e-bookstores.

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I will also be participating in the Smashwords End of Year Sale as well, which starts on December 25 and runs for a week.

And, on Smashwords.com right now, use the new “Buy with coupon” button to pick up a copy of Connecting the Dots: My Midlife Journey with AD/HD for 30 percent off through the end of the year. This short, practical memoir/self-help book about women’s specific issues with ADHD has been well-received, and should be widely available in audiobook format within the next month or two (on platforms like Kobo, Apple, Scribd, Downpour, Hibooks, many others), narrated by the brilliant Daniela Acitelli. It would make a good Christmas purchase for any woman who feels like either she or a loved one might have the disorder and wants to learn more about symptoms and/or getting diagnosed!

lit candleFinally, Happy Holidays to everyone. The season soon gets quite hectic, though I am enjoying the peace that follows Thanksgiving. Having dealt with the loss of an old family friend from cancer earlier this month, I am just trying to take everything day by day. For me, both happiness and sadness seem more intense in winter. At least there is a mix, I remind myself often…

Since darkness comes early, I like having a pillar candle at hand around this time to light when I feel the need. Whatever makes your heart lighter around this time, I encourage you to do it.

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Review: Becoming Mrs. Lewis

cover136553-mediumPatti Callahan’s just-published novel (Thomas Nelson; $25.99) is a fictional take on the story of Joy Davidman (1915-1960) and CS Lewis. I had previously seen and adored the film Shadowlands, so I came to the character of Joy Davidman informed by Debra Winger’s strong performance. Winger was actually very good, with not a lot of background information to go on, but Joy Davidman comes fully to life in this novel. Patti Callahan gets inside the head, heart, and psyche of a brilliant, unfulfilled woman poet who had already transitioned in her life from young artist/Communist in the 1930s to unhappy Christian wife married to an alcoholic fellow writer in upstate New York, and mother of two boys.

The literal and emotional journey Joy takes is quite remarkable, since it involves years of increasingly warm and intimate friendship in England in the 1950s with CS Lewis, an Oxford don and author of the Narnia books, as well as books on Christianity. But Joy wants much, much more from “Jack.” The tragedy of the story is that just as she gets what she wants, Lewis’s commitment and declaration of love, she is diagnosed with terminal cancer. Her ultimate fate is to be erased, albeit in a loving way. His protective shadow blurred her brilliance. Callahan sees some of the irony here, I believe, but also traces a beautiful and shatteringly real love story that changed both of these figures irrevocably. She restores something to Joy Davidman that had been lost to time.

The novel was published by a Christian press, but Joy’s edges and relatable struggles have thankfully not been softened. The snippets of her love sonnets that start the chapters (which, amazingly, were only rediscovered a few years ago!) are harrowing and beautiful windows to her soul. Callahan takes on the role of a literary daughter here, illuminating Joy Davidman Lewis as only a daughter could.

(I received an ARC from the publisher in return for an honest review.)

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Return to Carlsbad Out Now on Amazon!

And now, back to book news!

Return to Carlsbad will be published October 9.

Preorder now!

The third book in my Elsie Street contemporary gay romance trilogy, Return to Carlsbad, is done! It was released today on Amazon. On Smashwords, and the other stores like Apple and BN, it comes out by the end of the month.

This is the first trilogy I have ever completed. It’s been satisfying to put the characters through important transitions and growth opportunities, and give Aaron’s story, in particular, a happy ending. For once, a HEA 🙂

Update: Return to Carlsbad is now available for sale on Google Play!

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A Laugh on Brett

After this highly emotional week, let’s all have a laugh, courtesy of Matt Damon and Saturday Night Live:

 

(Needless to say, I believe Dr. Christine Blasey Ford.)

And on a personal note, it still freaks me out that these are contemporaries of mine!!

 

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