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The weekend in review…

Movie: Chronicle. A week ago, I hadn't even heard of this movie. Then I caught the trailer and needed to see it IMMEDIATELY. (Behold the power of a great trailer.) I wasn't disappointed. It's kind of CARRIE meets AMERICAN PIE. Okay, maybe not, but it is a great superhero/supervillain origin story. There are a few gaps and false notes, but I was blown away by how authentic the camaraderie between the leads felt and this was so much more entertaining than the big action flicks I saw over the holidays. The set pieces come fast and furious in Chronicle without awkward setups or elaborate preludes. I'd pit Andrew's close-encounter with a jet plane against Tom Cruise stuck to the side of a hotel any day.

Book: Sharp Objects by Gillian Flynn. I have to thank my friend and MacKids cohort Jennifer Bosworth (author of the upcoming 2012 debut Struck) for this rec. Sharp Objects is most definitely not YA. It's a brutal psychological thriller set in a small town in Missouri, a graphic blend of sexuality and violence that almost revels in the grotesque. It's also totally fascinating. I'm pretty sure this is a feminist text disguised as momcore. [For those of you unfamiliar with momcore, it's basically Law & Order SVU-- vicious (especially heinous?) crimes, usually perpetrated on women and girls, usually solved by a ruggedly handsome cop/journalist/former-special-ops-guy with a troubled past.] Sharp Objects is not about an outsider observing and punishing, but about the relationship between observer and victim, exploitation and beauty, violence and the female body. A really surprising take on the genre.

Spectacle: Madonna at the Superbowl. Yes, she looked a bit stiff and awkward in those heels. True, that new song sounds like a six-years-out-of-date Gwen Stefani rip-off best suited to the opening credits of an ABC Family movie. But I DO NOT CARE. Have you ever seen such an insane, over the top, epic, amazing entrance? That's how I want to show up at book signings– wearing a giant SheRa crown and born aloft by an army of gladiators. THIS IS SPARKLY SPARTA! Then those giant LEDs! And she climbed on LMFAO! Nicki Minaj rapping like she is magical and from space! Drumline! Gospel choir! Cee Lo and the church of cell phones and my favorite karaoke song of all time! Let me tell you something people, this is the sign we've been waiting for: GLAMAGGEDON IS HERE.

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Fine Feather

Front view

As promised in last week's New Orleans wrap-up, here is the headdress I purchased at Maskarade on St. Ann Street.

The artist is Jane Clugston and you can find more of her work in her etsy store. I have no idea where I'll wear it or with what, but somehow the opportunity always presents itself.

Side view

For now, we'll call it a shout out to Jodi Meadows' new release, Incarnate.

In other news, I've mentioned before that Shadow & Bone will be published in the UK by Orion's new YA imprint, Indigo (under the title The Gathering Dark). I recently got this lovely invitation to the Orion Group Author Party in London. Champagne! Canapes! The Natural History Museum! Sigh. Almost tempted to pack my headdress and hop the next British Airways flight. Who wants to be my date?

NOLA til we die…

New Orleans was all I hoped it would be– mysterious, decadent, full of old ghosts and oddballs. I can't possibly hope to make sense of it all, but here are the highlights:

Part One: The Conference

Marvelous Macmillan sent me to the American Booksellers Association Winter Institute where I had the opportunity to meet some of the amazing independent booksellers who are keeping people reading and buying books across the country.

Barring the terror of being rear-ended on the way to the airport, missing my flight, and nearly missing the whole party, the conference was like some kind of bizarre and wonderful dream. The first night, we dined in a beautiful little private room with painted walls at Susan Spicer's Bayona. Strangest moment? Looking down to see my book set up as the centerpiece on the table. After that, it was all a blur. We talked about Shadow & Bone, but we also talked about how indies are doing after the close of Borders, our favorite comfort reads, and Comic Con. Bayona is one of the best restaurants in NOLA and I do not remember a single thing I ate.

The only pic I had time to take at the signing.

Day two: The signing! All of the authors were set up at tables ringing a giant ballroom. I had a few minutes to meet the delightful Andrea Cremer and Veronica Rossi–both glamorous and gracious. Then I was whisked off to my table to sign. It was… heady? Unreal? How many times as a kid did I imagine this moment? "Can you make it out to Lauren?" "Can you write 'happy birthday' to my daughter?" Why yes, yes I can.

A doorway at Pravda

The signing was followed by barbecued shrimp and grits, and an absinthe party at (wait for it) Pravda. Oh, Tsarpunk, you follow me everywhere. I actually loathe absinthe, but I managed a couple of sazeracs with the helpful coaching of Allison Verost and Mark von Bargen. I was too tired to sleep so I joined some new friends for dancing at One Eyed Jack's, then fell into bed at 4am.

Part Two: The City

The Reznor/Goodman House

* Walking tour of the Garden District with my friend Jimmy and our wonderful guide Nita of Magic Tours. She's adorable and happens to play drums in an all-girl jazz band called "Some Like It Hot." (I find it very odd that John Goodman now lives in what was Trent Reznor's house. I realize properties change hands all the time, but somehow it just seems weird. Like wife swapping or something.)

Carriage House. Perfect fixer upper for a writer type, no?

It was cool to see Anne Rice's house, the inspiration for the home of the Mayfair witches, but I have to admit to being more intrigued by the mansion across the street and its rundown carriage house.

As we passed the cornstalk fence surrounding Colonel Short's Villa, Nita told us that after Katrina, whole swaths of the city were just grey– covered in trash and debris, totally lifeless. But then out of nowhere, you'd see a giant yellow sunflower poking its head out of the wreckage. In a novel, that would feel like a heavy-handed metaphor. In real life, it's just a beautiful thing.

Later that night, Jimmy and I strolled the filthy madhouse that is Bourbon Street on a Saturday night. It all had a very End Times feel to it. If New Orleans is a slow seduction, Bourbon Street is a stranger trying to hump your leg. Best moment? A tie between Jimmy "borrowing" some poor guy's bike and the college kid who giddily told me, "I'm a philosophy major! I love writers!"

Bourbon Street. What is up with neon lady's boob?

* The raucous dinner at Eat NOLA: wine, butterbeans, much giggling with friends I haven't seen since junior high. The karaoke that followed is best forgotten. We will not speak of it again.

*Best shopping: A tie. I loved browsing new and retro fashion on Magazine street, and popping into sweets-purveyor Sucre (the store is like a little bonbon itself). But my favorite purchase was made at Masquerade, a mask shop off of Jackson Square. There are feathers involved and it had to be shipped. I promise to post a pic when it arrives.

Sweets at Sucre

*Best savories: short ribs at Cochon Butcher, oysters Bienville at Antoine's, fried catfish po'boy at Parkway Bakery

*Best sweets: the marmalade drenched Gateau Basque at Luke's, warm chocolate pudding cake with caramel corn at Herbsaint, and of course, beignets and cafe au lait at Cafe du Monde.

Poached Pears at Iris

*Best cocktail: Easily the French 75 at Luke's. At the risk of receiving hate mail, all of the NOLA cocktails seemed to skew a little sweet to me. Maybe LA drinkers have a different palette?

*Best local color: The Chart Room (most definitely a dive bar) where I met a sorority girl with a thirst for vengeance, a hollow-eyed bartender wearing– no joke– a shirt embroidered with golden yetis, and a weeping woman who swore she'd met me in a dream.

Finally, can you SOLVE THIS MYSTERY? On my last day in NOLA, I came across this bizarre building on the corner of Magazine and St. Mary. The first person to post a (verifiable) comment solving the origins of the crest and its relationship to the building's history gets a $25 gift card for Powell's Books or Powells.com.

I also want to shout out Eve Troeh and Georgia Archer who were kind enough to share their NOLA recs with me. Eve wrote beautifully about the city here. If you care about freedom and net neutrality or you just like a good story, I highly recommend checking out Georgia's film Barbershop Punk. (It will be screening in Georgia, North Carolina, and South Carolina in February, so if you're down south, don't miss it!)

South for the Winter

"Madame Lily Devalier always asked "Where are you?" in a way that insinuated that there were only two places on earth one could be: New Orleans and somewhere ridiculous." ― Tom Robbins, Jitterbug Perfume

On Wednesday, I'll be headed to New Orleans for the first time. Most miraculously, I won't just be going as a tourist, but as an author. The decidedly wonderful people at Macmillan/Holt are sending me south for the ABA Winter Institute. I'll get to meet booksellers and other writers! I'll get to sit at a table and sign books! Me! Signing books! (I have this fear that no one will come to my table and I'll just be sitting there all alone with a giant stack of ARCs. Then James Patterson will laugh and hit me in the face with a dodgeball.)

I've been dreaming of going to New Orleans since I first picked up Interview with a Vampire, lo these many years ago. So I intend to stay for a week after the conference and stuff myself so full of beignets, alcohol, and atmosphere, that I will be incapable of rational thought. When I told my friend Michael I was headed to NOLA, he said, "The city will either embrace you or spit you out. You'll know pretty quick."

Well then, laissez les bons temps rouler. And do keep your fingers crossed for me.

"In the spring of 1988, I returned to New Orleans, and as soon as I smelled the air, I knew I was home. It was rich, almost sweet, like the scent of jasmine and roses around our old courtyard. I walked the streets, savoring that long lost perfume." ― Anne Rice, Interview with a Vampire

(And since both of my quotes reference perfume, I'll leave you with a link to one of my favorite scents, Frédéric Malle's Le Parfum de Therese. I know there's jasmine in there, but I swear there's something peppery, too. Feels right for New Orleans.)

To Get to the Other Side

I've run into a lot of walls in this life. I don't mean that metaphorically. I've physically and literally run into walls, doors, rocky outcroppings, and once a gentleman of surprising breadth whose friends called him "Mac." Do this enough times and, if you have any survival instinct at all, you develop a certain level of caution. You slow your step, pay attention, reach out to feel your way before you plunge headlong into the dark. This is smart. It is, in fact, an essential part of not being an idiot. But it's also not necessarily the best way to get through walls.

I always feel a little shady handing out writing advice. After all, if I was sure of the alchemy that brought a book from idea to manuscript, I wouldn't be staring down the barrel of Book 3 with fear in my eyes, right? But this is sound advice and it's advice I myself need to remember so I'll offer it up to you.

When I was writing Shadow & Bone, my mantra was "Just finish." Let's call this the Get to the Other Side Philosophy. Get through the wall. Get over the ravine. It doesn't have to be pretty or clever or smart, you just have to get there. When you're on the other side, looking back at the work you've done, you can take the time to refine, revise, obsess. But first you have to make it there.

Recently, a friend was dealing with the daunting process of writing his first synopsis. How to begin? If doctors are taught, "First do no harm," then writers should be instructed, "First just write crap." Inelegant? Perhaps. But you didn't come here for the petit fours, and the business of writing occasionally calls for a battering ram instead of a polite tap at the door.

Being cautious is wise. Being tentative can be outright dangerous. Being cautious is judging the gap, then making the leap. Being tentative is judging the gap, second guessing, slowing your momentum, toppling into the breach.

When writing a first draft, write with abandon. Write fast. Put your head down and charge. I write with an outline because it makes it less likely that I'll get stuck. But even while writing the outline, I'm just trying to get to the other side. If I get bogged down, I move on to the next thing. Then I go back again and again, filling in the blanks. I move quickly because it helps me to outrun the voice in my head, the voice of doubt and judgment and nitpickery.

In a way, writing asks that you be young, that you be fearless in the way that you were before the world taught you caution and diffidence. Sometimes, the wall is weak plywood, sometimes it's sturdy oak, but very rarely is it solid brick. Take the bruises. Do some damage. The other side is closer than you think. When you reach it, look back. See? That door was just a wall until you barreled through.

The Skin Game

It's been a while since I did a product post, but this one can wait no longer. THE PEOPLE NEED TO KNOW.

The product I get asked about most frequently is mascara, but right behind that is foundation. No single foundation is right for all skin types, but if you have dry to normal or combination skin, the only answer is FACEAtelier Ultra Foundation.

I've been using FACEAtelier on myself and on clients for almost two years now. It's a silicone-based foundation that gives a gorgeous, natural finish under any lighting. It's easy to apply and easy to layer for more coverage. (Plus it's cruelty free!)

So if I've been using it for so long, why blab about it now? Because I just saw the stills from the video I made for my UK publisher. Now, let's be clear: I am a very vain girl. Consequently, I curate my Facebook photos mercilessly. (My coat of arms should read, "Don't tag me, bro.") But on video, there's nowhere to hide and it can be a rather cringe-inducing reality check. (Who's that girl with the round cheeks and the crazy eyes? Oh! Oh.) That said, thanks to FA, the one thing I didn't have to squirm over was my skin.

Ees glowy, no? And I have what can be politely called "problem" skin.

If you have serious texture problems, FA won't magically make them disappear. (As we say in the business, "It's a brush, not a wand.") BUT it provides lovely, natural, moisturizing coverage that is kind to redness, fine lines, pores, and bumps.

FA is a Canadian brand, but it's carried by a few salons and beauty supplies in the US and you can click here to see where. You can also order online. If you're worried about finding the right color, you can order 5 ml samples for $1 each. Yes, it's a bit of a pain, but this product is so worth it. Also, may I just say that FA is fantastic for women of color?

Finally, I need to offer HUGE thanks to Rachel Tejada, Ray Tejada, and Austin Wilkes. They oversaw everything related to the video– scheduling, scripting, concept, crew, and post. They also nabbed the crazy talented Travis Smith-Evans to shoot little ol' me. I've been on a lot of sets and this one ran like a dream. (Despite the temperamental talent. Yeesh. What a diva.) They're planning on forming a production company and I can't wait to see all the amazing projects they're sure to deliver.

Mapmaker, Mapmaker, Make Me a Map

Yesterday, I got my first glimpse of the map of Ravka for Shadow & Bone. I'm not yet free to share it as it's still a draft, but I can (at last) reveal the remarkable artist who will be bringing the world of the Grisha to life. You may know Keith Thompson from his incredible work on Scott Westerfeld's LEVIATHAN. If not, feast your eyes on this (and make sure to click on the image to get all the glorious detail):

While you're at it, check out his creepy, ethereal Saint of Parasites:

To see the world I've imagined interpreted by an artist like Keith is really beyond all dreaming. I'm honored, giddy really, and I can't wait to share the map with all of you.

Until then, very happy holidays to all! I wish you warm fires, strong drink, and all the magic you can summon on a cold winter's night.

 

Into the Woods

Seems like I've been falling in love all over the place lately. From the aisles of the Renegade Craft Fair, I bring you the illustrations and magical creations of Emma SanCartier, the artist behind Odd Fauna. I saw her work for the first time on Saturday and I had to nab this handmade shadowbox:

You can choose your own creature!

I also picked up these adorable ornaments:

I bought them as gifts, but I'm so tempted to keep them and let them cavort amid the teacups. Make sure to visit Emma's Etsy shop and the Odd Fauna storefront for more holiday treats and marvelous items.

The Most Marvelous of Items

Sometimes, you step out for coffee and cake and you end up in Narnia.

Last night, a family friend invited me over to meet her houseguest, a conceptual artist visiting from Italy. I thought I'd shmooze a little, have some dessert. I didn't realize I would be KNOCKED SENSELESS BY THE AMAZING.

Angela Lorenz is an artist and author who creates completely mind-blowing works of the exquisite and engaging. They're whimsical, but they're also challenging, poignant, and occasionally creepy in the best of ways. Her work is exhibited in museums around the world and taught in universities.  (She's also just totally charming and lovely to chat with.)

After bowling me over with her incredible creations, she gifted me with this truly Marvelous Item:

This...

becomes this...

and opens up to this...

Those prints are not reproductions. They're originals. She MADE them.

And the beautiful paintings on the other side…

I'm quite smitten with this fish.

She also wrote the 900-word rhyming poem that accompanies the images. Is there anything she can't do?

There's actually a lot more going on here than mere loveliness and sublime craftsmanship, but my brainpan is too shallow to do it justice. To really get a feel for the meaning of the work and its iconography (and to see more of Angela's work), click here.

She also showed me a bento box of wordplay, faux graham crackers loaded with filthy latin poetry and accompanied by a compressed marshmallow made of paper that bears the face of Sir Thomas More burned into its surface (S'more, geddit?). Then there was Bacon's Bits of Broken Knowledge– a decidedly unique take on Sir Francis Bacon's worldview.

You can take out the leather "bacon" continents, read Bacon quotes with the magnifying lens built into the lid, and circumnavigate the globe with the compass in the jar's base. Now that's the tangy taste of Natural Philosophy!

Oh sigh, I am officially an A Lorenz fangirl. She said I could visit her studio in Bologna. Maybe I should book my flight right now.

Before I sign off, I also want to give a shout to Mrs. Nelson's Toy and Book Shop, a truly magical place for young readers. I dropped by yesterday and had a wonderful time chatting with some fellow authors and the welcoming staff. Even if you're not in the area, their site has lots of great gift-giving ideas for the holidays. (By the way, the town of La Verne? Surprisingly charming. Craftsman houses everywhere! I'm a bit embarrassed by how little I know about the world just outside of Los Angeles.)

Strange Girl

My attempts to clean out the basement have yielded more suspect treasures. The best of today's nostalgic gems? The hilarity that is this:

 

Lest anyone tell you that the 80s weren't so bad, you show them this.

You show them this and you make them remember.

The dolphins remember and they are PISSED.

 

 

I also came across mountains of awful, angst-ridden poetry, and this very peculiar artifact:

The image on the left is a project I did for an English class when I was 14. The image on the right is the cover of the ARC for my debut novel. Crazy, no?

(I know, I know. I should have done a big cover reveal. But the ARCs arrived while I was in the bunker and the cover is actually going to change, so I didn't go crazy with the fanfare. When we get the final cover, I promise there will be trumpets, dancing girls, and a big ol' giveaway.)

The Canticle of Freaks yielded more bad poetry and some wretched assignments on Invisible Son and My Name is Asher Lev, but inside I also found these peculiar little sketches. I was never much of an artist, but I'll admit to loving their creepiness.

Why the cloven hoof? We can but speculate. The answer to that mystery and the riddles posed by a dolphin playing electric guitar have been lost to antiquity.

I'll be away next week, so let me take this chance to say Happy Thanksgiving. May your days be fat and full of pie, and may there be monsters at your table.