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By Alexis Soloski
By Alexis Soloski
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A book may seem like a simple gift idea, but thats just one of the zillions of lies we tell ourselves during the holidays. Nail clippersthose are simple. Theres little chance your recipient will find some subjective problem with a pedicure set, unless the model you choose mauls rather than severs cleanly, or sends sharp cuttings flying across the room and under the dresser. And yetyour intended wont notice those flaws until after shes used the mechanism. Books can disappoint even before your giftee gets done tearing away the wrapping. Aww, comes the dejected whine as the enormous bird-head appears, I read the Franzen already.
Books are myriad, people are specific: Youll never get it right. But it may help your quest if, before confronting the tsunami of published material out there, you fit your recipient into one of these handy psychological profiles, based on your loved ones strongest traits and your desired level of intimacy with them, and consider our recommendations. It may keep you from dumping that Nicholas Sparks book on the pal who just got a PhD in literature.
Any book will do for an airhead, right? Wrong. If youre in the awkward position of having to gift someone only slightly more intelligent than a decorative cabbage, youll want something non-insulting (so steer clear of Oogy: The Dog Only a Family Could Love by Larry Levin), but dont go over their heads. And get one you wont be embarrassed to bring to the register yourself. For dull guys, The Confession by John Grisham or anything by Stieg Larsson will do, and traditional women wont bristle at the Sarabeths Bakery or Barefoot Contessas latest cookbooks, respectively From My Hands to Yours and How Easy Is That? Still flummoxed? Dont get a book. Get a fluffy pillow.
This type should prove easier to buy foreggheads and books are bestiesbut know your snob. Arty connoisseurs might find the definitive John Cage biography Begin Again by Kenneth Silverman thrilling, but science geeks will drool over The Minds Eye, Oliver Sackss true tales of eyeballs gone wrong (including, poignantly, his own). Those who go autistic for comix might become obsessed with Charles Burnss Xed Out, the first in his new series of surrealistic adventures, and bookworms will devour the Dalkey Archives Best European Fiction 2011, edited by Aleksandar Hemon, an overdue challenge to the hegemonic Best Americanseries, or theyll pore over the 1,000-plus-page volume 4 of The Complete Works of W.H. Auden, which covers high points and ephemera alike in the poets oeuvre. Recent high-quality fiction includes (but is not limited to): Monique Truongs story of identity and food in North Carolina, Bitter in the Mouth; World and Town by Gish Jen, concerning cultural shifts in Chinese-American lives in New England; Padgett Powells all-question prose work The Interrogative Mood (now in paperback); and Tom McCarthys historical yet contemporary postmodern novel C.
Like Jew-baiter Mel Gibson, the Holocaust has made a mint in popular culture, but it still never fails to shock and dismay. World War II atrocities return in book form this season with the directors cut of Anne Franks The Diary of a Young Girl, reissued with never-before-seen entries (probably not a tacked-on happy ending), and The Boy by Dan Porat, which tells the story behind a famous photograph of a child surrendering to the Nazis. If stateside mid-20th-century tragedy is more your giftees bag, Philip Roths novel Nemesis chronicles a polio epidemic in 1940s Newark. Hopefully the person you earmark for this one loves to read about children getting very sick. Tape a tab of Prozac to the wrapping just in case.
For Eternal Optimists
As an antidote to all that World War II anti-Semitism and death, your optimist may cotton to When They Come for Us Well Be Gone, by Gal Beckerman, a nonfiction account of the rescue of 3 million Jews from Stalinist Russia. A Schindler-ish way of looking at Stalin, maybe, but far from Life Is Beautiful. If your eternal optimist is also an idiot, give him some pure bullshit like The Power by Rhonda Byrne.
For Your Cheating Partner
Jay Parinis The Passages of H.M. imagines the thoughts of Herman Melvilles wife and juxtaposes them against the authors homoerotic seafaring. Be sure to write hint, hint in your inscription.
For Annoying, Self-Absorbed Hipsters
The hipster is dead, said hipster journal n+1s forum at the New School. If so, What Was the Hipster? A Sociological Investigationa variety of papers from the symposium on the decline of hipster cultureserves as his autopsy. Wont it be, like, so genius if people notice that hes reading it at Oslo Coffee shop in Williamsburg? Meanwhile, Keith Richardss autobiography, Life, will prove to your pal that despite appearances, the Rolling Stone guitarist isnt dead.
For Loveable Hipsters
Your stylish recipient will find it amusing that Penguin has named their new Ian Fleming omnibus The Blofeld Trilogywho reads Bond books for the villains? (Who reads Bond books anymore, period?) But the cat-friendly baldie Ernst Stavro Blofeld was the model for Dr. Evil, so maybe he gets a pass. Racist Charlie Chan films can only be appreciated ironically nowadays, but Charlie Chan: The Untold Story by Yunte Huang will introduce your fan to Chang Apana, the fascinating real-life model for the popular detective, who, unfathomably, wasnt offended by Warner Olands portrayal of him.