January 27, 2015--$3.99 for Shipping

I am completing work on a book that collects some of my Ladies of Forest Trace stories. It should be available in a month or two. I'll let you know just when so you can . . .

The publisher is calling it, Obama, Oy Vey: The Wit & Wisdom of My 107-Year-Old Mother and we have had a recent discussion about how to price it.

Since I am deferring to them--it's really their call--I thought to have some fun with it.

Some years ago Josey-Bass published my First-Generation Students: Confronting the Cultural Issues and since it is out of print it is available only via websites such as AbeBooks.com. There, for some unfathomable reason, the cheapest copy is going for $362.56 plus $3.99 for shipping. There's a second copy at $424.91 plus shipping, and another for $608.86 with free shipping.

These prices are totally crazy.

If you think I'm making this up (and if I were you I would) you can double check by clicking on this link--

http://www.abebooks.com/servlet/SearchResults?an=zwerling&sts=t&tn=first-generation+students

I am also wondering how these book sellers came up with the prices, especially the 56, 91, and 86 cents. You'd think at these stratospheric levels they'd round them off to $365, $425, and $600. But what do I know.

Again, in the spirit of play I sent the link to my editor with a note saying that these might be helpful when thinking about how to price Oy Vey.

In the same vein, she shot another link back to me, from Amazon, and, tongue in cheek, said she's been using this one to help guide her when thinking about how much to charge.

http://www.amazon.com/gp/offer-listing/1555427316/ref=tmm_pap_new_olp_sr?ie=UTF8&condition=new&sr=8-1&qid=1422039253

I like her thinking: this book dealer is looking to get a whopping $2,820 for the book but has the chutzpah to charge $3.99 for shipping. For nearly $3,000 you'd think they'd throw it in.

To place things in some semblance of perspective, you can get a copy of the 40th anniversary edition of To Kill a Mockingbird, signed by Harper Lee, for only $720, though you'll have to shell out $4.95 for shipping.

But fun aside, in the spirit of full disclosure, if you shop around you can find a bargain-basement copy of First-Generation Students for just $32.04 but will need to add $3.99 for shipping.

We'll see what they come up with for Oy Vey, with or without free shipping.

May 7, 2014--NY, NY: A Mirror to Nature

He came at us from out of the shadows behind Cooper Union where we had just been at a public discussion between Colm Toibin, Francine Prose, and Salman Rushdie. About literature and freedom and art and truth and rebellion. And worry about the shrinking audience for serious literature. "Only old farts like me will remain," Salman said with an ironic smile.

So we weren't prepared for what felt like an imminent assault, or at least pressure to give him street money, while still with our minds on Toibin and Yates, Lady Gregory and Easter 1916 in Dublin.

From the shadows he seemed darker and more muscular than at first. And taller, towering above my six-foot-three. Even as racist as it may have been to stereotype him, I shivered with fear.

I moved the three of us along, hoping to merge with the crowd ahead bunched up waiting for the light to change. Safety in a crowd, I thought.

Before we could get to safety, he reached toward us. We recoiled, trying to avoid eye contact. But I stepped ahead, toward him, feeling I would try to take whatever brunt might come. We were getting, thankfully, closer to the corner where it was lighter and where there was a cluster of young people.

"Do you know how to kill . . ."

Trembling, I was unable to hear the rest.

"What did he say?" our friend whispered.

"Something about killing," Rona said.

"This is getting very scary," I said. Our friend cringed.

"Do you know how," he repeated, "to kill . . . a mockingbird."

By his pausing I felt relieved--he was playing with, not threatening us. Perhaps knowing where we had just been.

So I took a chance and, trying a smile, said, "I think I do."

He laughed and speed ahead.

"What was that about," our friend said, equally relieved.

"It's a New York story," Rona said. "Maybe he's a street artist."

"I hate those," our friend said, "I like my art in theaters and museums, not on the street."

When we reached the corner, with the light still red, he was waiting for us.

"As Shakespeare wondered," he asked, "when you hold a mirror to nature, what do you see?"

"What?" our friend said now full-voiced. More her old cantankerous self.

"What Shakespeare said about the Mirror of Nature."

"From Romeo and Juliet?"

"Think more," he said. "It's something you need to know the answer to." And with that he darted to the other side of Lafayette Street, avoiding the stream of cars and taxis.

"I think it's from Hamlet," I said, after a moment to think about what had just happened. "I can't remember the context, but we should look it up."

Which, later that night, I did.

In fact, it is from Hamlet. From Hamlet's instructions to the players. He advises--

. . . suit the action to the word, the
word to the action; with this special overstep not
the modesty of nature; for anything so overdone is
from the purpose of playing, whose end, both at the
first and now, was and is, to hold, as 'twere, the
mirror up to nature; to show virtue her own feature,
scorn her own image, and the very age and body of
the time his form and pressure. Now this overdone,
or come tardy off, though it make unskilful
laugh, cannot make the judicious grieve  . . .

Overstep not, indeed, I thought.