The July issue of Elle has several bookish articles (a survey of the Chick Lit genre by Jennifer Weiner is particularly good) but there was one about a new author I have never heard of that really struck a chord with me. Stephanie Klein has a blog called Greek Tragedy and it's described in Elle as "voyerusitic, acerbic, anxiety-filled, often astute, always narcissistic romp through her Sex and the City-like adventures." Technorati ranks it hugely and she is quite the popular blogger - so popular that she got a book deal and her first memoir, Straight Up & Dirty is due out late next month. A second memoir, based on her childhood battle with weight will eventually follow.
Okay, here's the thing. I think books based on blogs are fine - I thought Julie on Julia was really good and I bought a copy because I liked it so much. (It really made me laugh.) It didn't read like a bunch of blog entries cobbled together to me - it was a girl in a kitchen and chaos ensued. So I'm fine with the blog-to-book idea. But what I wondered about Klein was what she was bringing to the table that was different and could stand up in book form. You can write everyday about who you dated last night, but as any fan of the show will tell you, Sex and the City was about way more than just dating. But in her Elle interview Klein admitted that maybe she revealed a bit too much ("There is definitely a stigma of damaged goods") - although I'm not sure if that alluded to the fact that she was divorced or that she had been so damned revealing about that divorce. (I really don't think we are doing damaged goods for divorcees anymore - unless there's a new virgin bride deal memo out that I missed somewhere.) What really rubbed me the wrong way though was when Klein spoke about how the blog had affected her dating:
" 'I think there have been times where it pushed me out,' Klein says of her blog. 'I'd say, 'You know what, I'll go out with the guy. Even if it sucks, it's something to write about'."
So that's what it takes to keep a blog active - you just have to date and write about it, even when it sucks. I don't get it. I like a good romance novel as much as the next chick - love love love Katie Fforde's Wild Designs - but that's a story with a beginning and middle and end. Is a blog based on dating and hanging out and rants about sex and food and the daily "whatever" really "a sign of a gigantic, massive change in societal norms about divorce and female sexuality" as Stpehanie Coontz, professor of history and family studies at Evergreen State College tells Elle? Is this what bloggers want - or even worse, what people outside the blogosphere think we want?
Is this what it takes to get a book deal?
I don't have any idea how Klein's book will read; it could honestly be a funny witty look at post divorce life in the city and I might just love it. But I can't help but think that it will be more flash than substance and I know that makes me sound like a bit of a snob, but still - there it is. You can blog about anything, about fish or cars or Disney World or books. You can consider it your personal diary or a chance to share stories about what the kids did today with distant grandparents. You can keep it as light as you want because it is a blog - it will let you be as light or deep as you like. But a book? Can you blog about dating and because you are funny somehow turn that blog into some big statement about feminism and then end up with a book deal because of that? Just because readers are amused by your thoughts on Krispy Kremes doesn't mean you can carry a book does it? (112 comments on Krispy Kremes?!)
As for Elle - well the magazine gives equal time to a couple of bloggers who launched a blog that makes fun of Klein, Tale of Two Sisters. (Only on the internet, right?) and interviewer Sarah Wildman ends up a bit skeptical of the whole thing when she learns that Klein blogged about a miscarriage a month after the fact and explained the delay by telling Wildman, "I felt it was important....to show people what I went through, the joy and the sadness, to show the full breadth of the experience. It's just not the same sorrow without the joy first. It's also not the same joy without knowing the sorrow."
Huh?
Wildman isn't sold on that explanation and wonders why anyone needed to know all those convuluted feelings and whether or not the timing of the post was for effect more than anything else. And that's when I wondered if it mattered how honest you were on the blogosphere. That's when I wondered just what it is that we do here - or at least what I do here and whether or not I'm willing to do what it takes to become hot on Technorati.
Can you guess what I decided?
Good luck to Stephanie Klein in all of her publishing ventures. I won't be reviewing her book - it just doesn't sound like my thing. I'm looking for something more I guess - more from this blog, more from the the literary world, more from my life, then comments and hits. I'm looking for the real deal and I'm hoping that maybe, if I keep plugging away here, writing about books and reading, that I will find it.
At the very least, I promise never to read a book that sucks just so I can blog about it.








June 26
2006
06:32 PM
I wouldn't read a bad book so I could blog about it, but I must admit that the last time I took books to a used bookstore (in an unrealistic attempt to get rid of them in a socially productive way--they only took about 3 out of almost 20--I had to leave the others in a pile on top of a trashcan outside the library in hopes that someone would take them!) and got an unrealistically modest amount of store credit, enough only to buy a remaindered book, I chose the collected lyrics of Lou Reed because I thought it would make a funny blog entry if I ever got around to reading it! (However I had buyer's remorse & wished I had instead purchased Helen DeWitt's amazing novel THE LAST SAMURAI, which I love but have given away every copy I've owned....)