Ed here: I have no interest in country western music (I like the old stuff) but we did once catch a Faith Hill interview on the tube. She came off as dim, sour and obviously jealous of not selling as well as Shania Twain. Anyway, I just caught up with this story today and watched it on YouTube. Wow. Nobody wears jealousy well.
Faith Hill Denies Being Disrespectful at CMA Awards
Says Carrie Underwood "Is a Talented and Deserving Female Vocalist of the Year"
By: CMT.com staff
Faith Hill denies that she was disrespectful when the female vocalist of the year was announced Monday night (Nov. 6) at the 40th annual CMA Awards show in Nashville.
Hill, who was nominated in the category with Sara Evans, Martina McBride,
Carrie Underwood and Gretchen Wilson, was shown on a backstage camera at the ABC telecast when newcomer Underwood was announced as the winner. Hill responded with a frown and mouthed "What?!" to the camera and then stormed away.
By Tuesday morning (Nov. 7), a backstage photo of Hill was online on the Drudge Report's home page -- along with a link to a brief story in USA Today. Nationally syndicated radio host Don Imus referred to Hill's reaction during his morning show that is simulcast on MSNBC. Message boards at CMT.com remained active with fans speculating on the reasons for the singer's reaction.
For two days now I've misspelled Normm Partridge's name. Here are the results:
You've gotta watch those flyin' fingers, amigo... ya typo'd both Partridge and Norman in that piece!
To tell you the truth, that's not the first time I've been called "Norma" in print. Way back when, before we'd even met let alone got hitched, Tia dedicated a story to me for an antho called YOUNG BLOOD edited by Mike Baker. When the book appeared, I went out and bought it... only to find that the dedication in the book was typo'd as (you guessed it): "For Norma Partridge."
As Charlie Brown used to say: "AKKKK!" Mr. Baker was embarrassed, but nothing could be done. Of course, in those glory days of the Dell Abyss line, I should have gone with it. Ya never know. Maybe if I'd put on a little black dress and some fishnets, it would have done wonders for my career.
I'll be reprinting some of my columns from Mystery File. Here's the first.
ED GORMAN RAMBLES
Sunday, August 27, 2006
Last Sunday’s Boston Globe carried its usual fine book column by James Sallis. This time Sallis discussed old books versus new ones.
“The problem with new books is that they keep us from reading old ones,” Sallis writes. “Every serious reader has a list of neglected writers. And perhaps it’s proper that writers be in a sense kept down: that they stay hungry, remain outsiders. There’s quite a gulf, however, between that and going unread.”
I don’t seem to have the problem Sallis cites. The older I get, the more appealing the old books seem to me. Not that I neglect new books entirely. But keeping up with all the flavors of the months, important new trends, and sweatily promoted newbies gets to be taxing.
I guess I rely mostly on recommendations. If somebody whose judgement I respect says you should read so-and-so, I generally do. Same with reviewers I respect. If they push hard, I tend to pick up the book they’re touting. You learn pretty quickly which reviewers you trust and which you don’t.
And yet there’s comfort in the books I’ve read and reread over much of my life. Gatsby and Tender is The Night, Day of the Locusts, Of Mice and Men and In Dubious Battle, Ethan Frome, The Martian Chronicles and Something Wicked This Way Comes, The Lady in the Lake and Farewell My Lovely, virtually all of Graham Greene, The Maltese Falcon, virtually all of Evan Hunter and Ed McBain, Double Star, Ross Macdonald and Margaret Millar, Greener Than You Think and Bring The Jubilee, virtually all of Fritz Leiber and Robert Bloch and Charles Williams and John D. MacDonald, much of Day Keene and Harrry Whittington, much of Joyce Carol Oates, most of Wm. Goldman, Three Hearts and Three Lions (Poul Anderson’s sly definition of science is or should be immortal), much of Charles Bukowski, Kerouac and on and on.
Graham Greene did an essay on the books he read as a youth and commented that these probably shaped him more than anything he read later on in life. I don’t know if I’d agree with that absolutely but I suspect there’s a good deal of truth to it. In his case he talked about the H. Rider Haggard view of existence, Haggard being the favorite author of his youth, and the romance of She as a metaphoric view of mysterious womanhood. (He talked about how Haggard late in life still wept openly about his son who had died something like fifty five years earlier.)
I suppose my Haggard was Hemingway. I first read A Farewell To Arms in eighth grade and it had an almost crushing effect on me. It certainly disabused me of my boyish sense of heroics and how so much popular fiction is a lie.
I’m not sure any book I pick up tody could have the same impact one me. And I suppose, for that reason, I seek the solace of the old ones.
Of course, this afternoon I spent $30 on new paperbacks so I guess I’ve never quite gotten over my fascination of seductive covers and the smell of fresh ink.