Wednesday, May 15, 2013

The Kind I'm Likely to Get, Special Edition


Back before there were dogs in my life, there were short stories, and I wrote them.  Later this month, Trajectory will be reissuing my collection of short stories, The Kind I'm Likely to Get.  Here's the introduction from the new edition, which explains where the book has been and why now seemed like a good time to reintroduce it to the world:


When I first published The Kind I’m Likely to Get, in 1999, it was after years of rejections.  During that time, I’d met with agents, including one who was puzzled by the idea that the stories should be read in order.  I hadn’t thought it was so revolutionary, or that agents didn’t read things in order.  Why couldn’t it be a novel, others asked.  But it wasn’t a novel, and it didn’t aspire to be one.  Eventually, after firing my agent, it was published as a paperback original by William Morrow.  Even then, part of the reason it was picked up was that they were introducing a line of paperback original fiction and had a slot to fill.  This is how publishing works. 

It was a relief when it began to get positive reviews from places like The New York Times.  Maybe I would have the chance to publish again!  But just as quickly, Morrow was sold to HarperCollins and when the second printing of The Kind I’m Likely to Get ran down, it was never reprinted.  But, technically, it was available as a print-on-demand title, so they could retain the rights.  So, readers could order the title, but bookstores couldn’t return unsold copies for credit, which meant they were unlikely to keep any copies on the shelf. 

But in 1999, when I was negotiating my contract, I managed to strike electronic rights without anyone batting an eye.  We still weren’t sure what electronic rights actually were, and I was a completely unknown writer, so no one really cared one way or another. 

More than a decade later, after writing a series of books about life with dogs, reissuing my stories seemed like a good idea.  And as I prepared the files, I realized that it would also be easy to add some extras—including commentary on each story, which you, the reader, can choose to read or ignore. 

I’ve also added four newer stories, Stories About Animals.  While there are virtually no animals in The Kind I’m Likely to Get, they are unavoidable in my more recent work.  And, to me, the stories with animals are warmer, richer and more emotional than the shell-shocked characters of my original collection.  But I’ll let you be the final judge.  

Friday, April 19, 2013

The Tenth Good Thing About Brando

From an email I sent on April 16, 2013

When I was in first grade, I wrote my first "published" story, for our school's mimeographed weekly publication. It was a memoir actually. It was the story of our family cat, Puss, who had just passed away. It was only relatively recently that the significance of this first piece of writing came clear to me: this was, at that point in my life, a huge, mysterious event. It read, in it's entirety, "My cat died. My cat is dead." I hadn't learned to be sentimental.  And later that year, I discovered one of my first favorite books, The Tenth Good Thing About Barney, by Judith Viorst.  It was about a boy whose cat dies, and his mother tells him he should think of ten good things to say about Barney when they have a funeral in their yard.    

Today I said goodbye to my oldest dog, Brando.  He was thirteen, more or less an immortal for a dog his size.  Over the years he had his share of health concerns, and every time he pulled through, I thought, like a child, "There, he's never going to die after all."  I knew this wasn't true.  I tried to prepare myself.  But that's the difficult thing about losing our loved ones: no matter how much we understand it is time to let go, we are never really ready.

Last night, I brought home an enormous burger for his dinner. He left the lettuce and tomato untouched.  Then I lifted him into bed, and while he slept next to me, as he has for over 12 years, I made my list of ten things. The boy in the book has a difficult time at first, and gets stuck at nine.  I had the opposite problem, but I stuck to the limit.  

1.  Even as a puppy, he looked like no one else.



2.  He didn't mind being used as a pillow.
Doug naps on Brando



3.  He never met an ear he didn't want to clean. 
Ear cleaning 101
Ear cleaning 101



4.  Even though I often described him as picky about other dogs, he shared his home with dozens over the years.  
Brando and Bonnie



5.  His fear of puppies didn't stop him from raising one. 
Brando and Bananas
Brando and Bananas



6.  He loved my parents even more than he loved me. After they died, and their furniture arrived at my house, he seemed to understand everything that delivery could tell him.
Brando remembers my parents
Brando remembers my parents

7.  Although he was a city boy, he learned to appreciate nature.
Brando meets the sheep next door
Brando meets the sheep next door

8.  He was an expert cuddler, and coined the term "lean in" long before Sheryl Sandberg.  
Brando Cuddle



9.  He maintained a pretty good poker face no matter what was thrown at him.  
Brando begins therapy
Brando begins therapy



10.  He saw me through some of the most difficult times of my life: 9/11, heart problems, Katrina, the deaths of my parents, a mugging, surgery, etc. And yet he made me feel I would happily do it all again, if he was at my side. 

It's going to take a while to figure out who I am now that I no longer have him at my side.  

--Ken

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Upcoming events in Los Angeles, New Orleans, New Hampshire, Maine and Boston

And then, seriously, the tour is over.

On Saturday April 20th I'll be in Los Angeles at the Los Angeles Times Festival of Books. My panel is at 3:30 and tickets are free, but required. You can buy them here.

On Saturday May 4th, I'll be in New Orleans at the Jazz Festival, signing books at 2pm.

In May I'm zipping up to New England for several events:

Friday May 5th, I'll be the guest speaker at the Concord SPCA's annual Dinner with the Animals.

Saturday, May 6th, I'll be joining Traer Scott for a signing at Fetch in Portland Maine.

And Sunday May 7th, its back to Boston for an event at Fish and Bone on Newbury Street.

Friday, March 22, 2013

Storming the Capital...with pit bulls


I've been terrible at keeping this blog up to date. TERRIBLE! But today (Friday, March 22nd) I'll be in our nation's Capital for a pit bull adoption day at the US Chamber of Commerce from noon til 2pm. I'll be signing books as well, with the proceeds going to the Washington Humane Society. Tomorrow from 1-3 we'll be at Doggy Style, a DC dog bakery. Then I'm back to Charlottesville for the Virginia Festival of the Book and on home to New Orleans.

Thursday, March 21, 2013

Jake eats an orange


Jake has been settling into life in New Orleans, which, for him, means jumping into orange trees to gorge on fruit.

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Waking up in Memphis

Yesterday I sent the dogs off to Canine Connection and boarded Amtrak for an eight hour train ride to Memphis. I love riding the train, but it was my first time on this stretch of track, and boy, was it bumpy. As one passenger observed, if we had been on a plane, we wouldn't have been allowed out of our seats the whole time. But it beat driving.




I went straight to bed and woke this morning just in time to frantically iron, shower and change for three TV interviews on Memphis morning shows. In the midst of all that, I discovered a pair of underwear on the closet floor of my hotel room, which lead to one of my most popular recent posts of Facebook. (Yeah, its come to that.)

Tonight I'll be at the Booksellers at Laurelwood from 6-7, then in the morning I board a bus to Knoxville, where I'll get to catch up with T Cooper and his family before doing a Saturday afternoon signing at Union Avenue Books. Then I drive to Louisville, where I'll be signing Sunday at 4pm at Carmichael's. And then I fly home. I'm hoping to find some brief boat ride to make the trip complete.

In the midst of all this, I'm a Good Dog has hit the Southern Indie Bestseller list at #14. Since this was based on sales during the previous weeks, when I was doing no promotion at all, I'm really not sure how it happened. But who cares how? Congratulations to pit bulls!

Monday, December 31, 2012

Most unnecessary souvenir? Oh, Jake, not really!


In my most recent email newsletter, I referred briefly to Jake as the most unnecessary souvenir of 2012, and claimed he was a gift from the city of New York. But this is only partially true. Jake is a strange little 62-pound dog, part basset hound, part mastiff, who was tied to the front of my editor's Harlem apartment building after Hurricane Sandy. I first learned of him in my editor's frantic, middle-of-the-night Facebook posts, and, as a favor, posted his ridiculous mug online, hoping some kind organization would offer to help. I was in the middle of a book tour, so I didn't imagine I'd be the only one to step forward. But it was post Hurricane, and everyone was overwhelmed with stray animals and damage. Jake, because of his "bully" appearance, had been surrounded by cops with their guns drawn when my editor entered the scene. My book, "I'm a Good Dog," is all about changing the way we view dogs that are thought to be dangerous by virtue of just their appearance.

Next thing I knew, the NYACC and the Mayor's Alliance for Animals had conspired to send
Jake to me, if I would take him. How could I say no? So Jake went from the Harlem shelter to a Pennsylvania boarding facility to wait through his quarantine. And I prepared myself to welcome him into my home. When I drove to the cargo area of the New Orleans airport to pick him up, the cargo staff warned me, "He's not nice." "You're here for that dog" they said, skeptically. So naturally, when I drove him home and let him out of his kennel, he immediately glued himself to my side.


He loves kisses. He loves sleeping in my bed. He loves to clear off the kitchen counters when I'm gone, eat holiday cakes that aren't his, unload my municipal trash can in my yard, escape the house looking for me, consider diving through closed windows, squeeze through the fence to terrify the local drug dealers. He is a joy.

But what happens next?

Sunday, December 02, 2012

Rainn Wilson on "I'm a Good Dog"

“This is a brilliant bible of the glorious, gorgeous terriers.”
—Rainn Wilson, star of The Office

A few weeks ago, Rainn Wilson, who apparently has three pit bulls along with a wife and child, tweeted about my new book, I'm a Good Dog. I might have completely missed this, except that someone at Penguin discovered it within minutes and sent it to my publicist, who sent it to me. And, of course, I thought, "Well, if I'd known he had pit bulls I would have asked him to be in the book!"

Early on (in the very brief process of constructing the book), my publisher had hoped we could include a number of high profile pit bull owners, because they thought it would help sell the book. And there are quite a few owners to pick from: baseball players, Broadway stars, radio personalities. But many of them are already active in promoting animal rescue, and a few were advised, unfortunately, to limit their public pit bull activities. In the end, the only living "celebrity" in the book is the wonderful Bernadette Peters, who also is the godmother to Butley, another of the dogs in the book.

While my publisher may have been initially disappointed at the lack of celebrity, I think in the end it made a better book, because the owners and advocates featured represent the majority of dog owners--just regular people. And our sales seem to be doing just fine--already in a second printing.

Sunday, October 21, 2012

I'm a Good Dog--Book Trailer & Tour Dates

Time flies! We're just four days away from publication--and I'm busy packing and spending extra time with my own dogs as I prepare to hit the road. I'll be posting blog updates from the tour at Stubby Dog, and of course, I hope to run into everyone in person along the way.

I've also been lucky to get some early coverage of the book, including in The Atlantic Magazine's "Cities" site, Bark Magazine, Writers Digest and Animal Farm Foundation's blog. AFF was incredibly generous while I was researching the book, and they are bringing me to the No More Homeless Pets Conference in Las Vegas to launch the book on the 25th.

I also spent a few days last week whipping together this book trailer:



Suddenly it feels like there is a lot of momentum behind all this hard work, so I can't wait to get moving. Here are my tour dates; hope to see you on the road:

10/25-10/26: No More Homeless Pets Conference in Las Vegas
10/27: Bad Rap Hoe Down, Oakland CA
10/28: Book Soup, Los Angeles
10/30: Annabee's, Pacifica, CA
10/31: Barnes and Noble, Campbell, CA with Our Pack
11/1: Powell's Books on Hawthorne, Portland, OR
11/2: Elliott Bay Bookstore, Seattle, WA
11/3: Book Passage, Corte Madera, CA
11/4: Maple Street Book Shop at the Healing Center, New Orleans
11/7: Brookline Booksmith, Brookline, MA
11/8: Louis 649, New York, NY
11/9: Atomic Books, Baltimore, MD
11/10: Books on the Square, Providence, RI
11/12: RJ Julia, Madison, CT
11/13: Nichola's, Ann Arbor, MI
11/14: Summit Brewery, Twin Cities with A Rotta Love
11/15: The Book Cellar, Chicago
11/20: Book People, Austin, TX
11/27: Denver, CO

Sunday, August 19, 2012

Just three days left to get one of these terrific shirts


This "official" tour shirt, featuring Doug and I, is so ridiculous, I love it. Even Doug gets a kick out of them. And they make the perfect reward for people who have been sponsoring my tour with donations via Kickstarter, where my "North American Tour" fundraiser has just three days to go. I've been really stunned at the support people have offered. And I've also been adding more dates and cities to the tour, so while my original goal has been surpassed, I'm really hoping to end this campaign with at least $4000 pledged. The whole idea of a "North American" tour is a bit of a joke, since there are no plans for a South American or European tour. (And, as of yet, there is also nothing planned for Canada.) In addition to the shirt, you can get signed copies of my books, dog kisses and other rewards. No donation is too small!

Here's one of the original photos that Alison Bechdel used to create the image:

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Book tour financing 101

One of my old professors said that publishing a new book was like running for office; you have to go out and shake every hand. While the publishing industry relies more on online presence these days, I still believe that the best way to let people know about a new project is to go on the road. But, no one pays for tours any more, and certainly not large ones. Book sales certainly don't cover it. Add to that all the additional costs: lost income from taking off from work, kenneling dogs, renting cars, etc. It gets pretty pricey. So I'm trying a little experiment with Kickstarter. Individuals can donate tour my tour budget, and in return they get to choose from some great rewards, including signed books and a special "Ken and Doug" shirt with art by Alison Bechdel.

Am I crazy? Or could this work?

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Author photo? How about this?

If you hate being photographed as much as I do, then you know that photo-anxiety is the number one cause of bad photos. My shoulders rise, my jaw tightens, my mouth fights its way between a frown and a smile. UGH. So for far too long, I've been relying on old photos,including one by the wonderful Marion Ettlinger. But ten years later seems to be an awfully long time to still be using it. In anticipation of my next book, I'm a Good Dog: Pit Bulls, America's Most Beautiful (and Misunderstood) Pet, I decided to go a different way altogether. I contacted my childhood friend, Alison Bechdel, and asked she would do something for me.

Here it is:

If you haven't yet read Alison's graphic-memoirs, Fun Home: A Family Tragicomic
and Are You My Mother?: A Comic Drama
you don't know what you're missing.

Sunday, July 08, 2012

Somebody stole my...website??

This is one of the more absurd things that has happened to me, and barely worth mentioning except a) to explain what happened to my domain name, and b) to warn others to avoid my fate.

A few months ago I missed the renewal date on my two domain names: www.ken-foster.com and www.dogswhofoundme.com. Big deal, I thought, upon discovering my error. I'll just renew them late. But I can't, because within days of their expiring, both were purchased by two different companies. www.ken-foster.com is now owned by a German media company, and dogswhofoundme.com is with someone else. Neither are actually using them for anything--instead they are "parking" on them and waiting, it would seem, for someone to pay to get them back. All of this comes just as I have a new book coming out (in October) and was about to get to work on creating a more functional site. Now, anyone who follows an old link goes nowhere. I've contacted the new owners to inquire about reclaiming the domains, but there's been no response. So the next step is to take legal action, which should be successful, but also may take quite a while.

In the meantime, my nephew is at work creating a new site for me: www.kenfosterbooks.com.

Saturday, July 07, 2012

Praise for "I'm a Good Dog"

Well, it finally happened. After rushing to finish the manuscript, I've spent the past few months helping to find the right photos and refine the text of my new book "I'm a Good Dog." And now it is done. It won't be out until the end of October (at which point I'll likely be coming to a town hear you), but the feedback so far is incredibly exciting. Here are a few quotes:

A beautiful book about some of the most beautiful and big hearted dogs in the world -- dogs who've been misunderstood and discriminated against for far too long. Ken Foster and his rescue work are a gift to animals and people alike. Everyone should read I'm a Good Dog to learn the truth about pit bulls, and celebrate them.
--Rebecca Skloot, author of The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks

An insightful, loving, and compelling book about the magnificent dogs whose loyalty and forgiving natures are an inspiration. -- Amy Hempel, author of The Collected Stories of Amy Hempel

The definitive book on the dog that's been so hard to define. This book is a gift, one that I'll be giving many times.-- Julie Klam, author of You Had Me at Woof

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Thoughts on "Beasts of the Southern Wild"




So last night I finally saw "Beasts of the Southern Wild," the strange new film by director Benh Zeitlin and Court 13. I was a huge fan of his short film, "Glory at Sea," which came out a few years ago (check it out at the link!). And I was vaguely aware of this new project as they were working on it over the past three years. But the short film was so striking and original and wonderfully compact, I was also somewhat skeptical about how they would approach a longer film with very similar elements.

Of course, now the film arrives after causing a sensation at Cannes and Sundance and essentially everywhere it has played. So last night, at The Prytania, I finally saw it, with the added bonus of a director's Q & A at the end of the film. The place was sold out, and once the film started, you could hear a pin drop, not that anyone was dropping them. Initially, I was somewhat disappointed--and feeling guilty for not being swept away by this new film. Yet part of the problem was that some of the story and characters and even some of the (non-)actors were carry-overs from "Glory At Sea," so in spite of my better judgement, I couldn't stop from comparing the two. Both feature an other-worldly yet familiar rural community that has its own folk-lore and belief system, and more significantly, an unbreakable bond to both the land and the water.

But about two-thirds of the way through "Beasts of the Southern Wild," all of its carefully placed elements began to bleed together in a way that completely swept me away to the point that I thought I might begin wailing so loudly that I'd drown out the film. I love a movie that turns on me that way!

Even more impressive was the post-film discussion with Zeitlin, who is almost

perversely focused in a way that I wish I was (and he's twenty years younger!). For someone who only moved here after the storm, he has a solid understanding of the way the world looks from here, rather than from the outside in. That sensibility includes believing that the film is actually a piece of realism, rather than the magical realism for which so many outsiders admire it.

Hopefully Ben is more amused than I by this completely insane interpretation from some misguided know-it all in Chicago: "Beasts of the Southern Wild: A Republican Fantasy?"

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Saying goodbye slowly

It's no surprise that I haven't blogged about this until now; it isn't a pleasant subject to dwell on. For the past year, Zephyr, my rottie/shepherd mix, has been battling degenerative myelopathy, for which there is no cure. DM, as it is referred to by the owners of dogs who suffer from it, is the dog version of multiple sclerosis. It often affects shepherds, but I guess any dog can get it. It is genetic, and once we had narrowed the diagnosis, I sent her blood off to confirm that she carries the gene that causes the disease.

In the summer of 2010, Zephyr was diagnosed with Cushing's disease. She'd been ravenously hungry, her hair was falling out and she didn't want to do much else but stay at my feet. Then one night she snuck out of my bedroom to eat a chicken that had been left in the trash, and I knew something was truly wrong. Lots of tests; expensive medication. But she returned to herself again. In fact, her energy came back so intensely that I decided last January to take her to our old dog park for the first time in years. This was to be her reward after a long illness.

Within minutes of arriving at the park, Zephyr was chasing squirrels and birds, and tangled her front wrist in the chain link fence. She hung there by her wrist for a moment before falling back to the ground and we all knew instantly that it wasn't a minor injury. She had torn the ligaments in her wrist and had to have a plate put in; the cost was outrageous, the recovery was interminable. She had to keep off of it for three months. When she was finally able to walk again, her back legs started slipping out from beneath her. At first I thought she just needed to get used to walking again, but it was the beginning stages of DM. It would have revealed itself eventually, but her extended recovery had allowed the disease to take hold sooner.

We started working with hydrotherapy, but she contracted an infection that made it impossible to continue with that. We've tried acupuncture. But the most I can hope for is that it makes the transition easier for her. After our last session of acupuncture last Wednesday, Zephyr has been virtually unable to walk without my assistance. This is incredibly painful, because she used to be so incredibly active an athletic. Now even when drinking water she prefers to lay down. Because of the way she drags herself, I have to wipe her down throughout the day to prevent urine burn. Yet she's still my cheerful Zephyr.

The disease isn't painful, but that's one of the things that everyone has advised me makes it most difficult; we don't know what our dogs are feeling or thinking and we can't explain to them why things aren't the same as they once were.

So I'm blocking off some time to spend with her and the other dogs, up in our house in Mississippi. DM doesn't evolve at a predictable pace, so it might actually be months or even a year before she is paralyzed to the point that she begins to lose other functions. Or it could be sooner. In the meantime, I want to spend some time hanging out together on the porch, just being happy with each other's company.

Monday, February 27, 2012

I've got a new book coming out (and still have a spare Rottweiler)

I've been so busy getting the manuscript ready for a new book that my blogging has slowed to nothing--and even my Tweeting and Facebooking have become scarce. Hopefully that will all change as I begin to shift gears to work on something entirely new and different.

My new book, coming out on October 16th, is called I'm a Good Dog: Pit Bulls, America's Most Beautiful (and Misunderstood) Pet And yes, it is about pit bulls. Penguin Books is putting it out, and it is remarkably close to the book I wanted to do five years ago, but at that time the subject of pit bulls was still too risky. (One publisher at the time told me that people on their editorial board threatened to quit if the book was published.) Things have changed. Not only is Penguin committed to this book, but also Knopf has signed up Bronwen Dickey for a pit-centric book of her own, due a few years from now.

I'll share the story of the roundabout way this book suddenly landed in my lap, but in the meantime, here's the cover:

Thursday, August 25, 2011

The Spare Rottweilers

A few months ago, the writer Julie Klam was in town for a booksigning and potential
material for her new book, "Love at First Bark: How Saving a Dog Can Sometimes Help You Save Yourself." As I drove her and her husband Paul around town, we turned a corner onto Chartres Street in Bywater and there, several blocks away, was a rottweiler roaming the middle of the street. It seemed too ridiculous to be true, but I drove closer and we hopped out of the car to pursue him. Of course, he wanted absolutely nothing to do with Julie or I, sensing, perhaps, that we were opportunists. But he did allow Julie's husband to approach him. Still, he was slippery, and it wasn't until later in the evening that some volunteers from Dogs of the 9th Ward called saying they had him. The next day I whisked him to my vet and we began the process of getting him healthy and treating his heartworms. He's moved from being a shy, timid boy to a healthy one, but, of course, he's still looking for a home.



About a month later, driving back from teaching at Carver, I spotted another stray rottweiler--or at least I thought it was a rottie. It was hard to tell, because half her fur was missing and she was about 40 pounds underweight. As I chased her cautiously through the neighborhood, someone stopped to ask what I was doing. "Trying to get that dog," I said. "Well, she's a neighborhood dog. We all take care of her," he said. "Well," I said, "she's going to die soon." The man told me to "do what you have to do." And at about that same moment it occurred to me that this dog was too weak to outrun me. So I scooped her up as the other dogs in the neighborhood looked quizzically on. (HER? they seemed to be asking.) Louisa is now full weight and heartworm free, and like Paul, still looking for a home.

So if you know anyone who needs a spare rottie, email dogswhofoundme@gmail.com.

Monday, July 25, 2011

Pitty FAIRness in Louisville this Saturday



If you are in the Louisville area this Saturday, be sure to come by the first annual Pitty FAIRness artand music fair, sponsored by Saving Sunny. Shorty and Hercules will be there, and I will be speaking and signing books at a booth I'm sharing with Carmichael's books. The event runs from 10am-5pm at Central Park, 1340 S. Fourth Street. And it is FREE!

Friday, July 08, 2011

My summer mini-tour

I'm somewhat unexpectedly hitting the road this month, with two big events in Charlotte and Louisville. I'd been hoping a third would pop up, just for the claim of being "on tour." But so far, it's just a pair of dates at two pit bull festivals with lots of live music and an appearance by Shorty Rossi and Hercules, from the TV show Pit Boss.

Saturday July 16th: Charlotte, NC, 2pm-6pm
American Pit Bull Foundation Summer Concert
Amos' Southend
1423 South Tryon Street
with Shorty Rossi, Pinups for Pit Bulls, John Shipe and more.
Tickets are $25

Saturday July 30th: Louisville, KY 10am-5pm
Pitty FAIRness sponsored by Saving Sunny
Central Park
1340 South Fourth Street
with Shorty Rossi, contests, music, dogs

Tuesday, June 21, 2011

Introducing Miss Bananas Foster


For the past six months there's been an absence in the house. After fostering Bonnie (who came from a Florida dogfighting case and suffered neurological damage), she was adopted into a wonderful home and there was no longer an adorable female pit bull in the house. At times the vacuum was so startling to me that it stopped me in my tracks. One day, there would be a permanent girl moving into the house. Of this, I was sure. But when? Brando is eleven and has thyroid issues as well as some mobility problems that require injections of Adequan. Zephyr has Cushings disease, recently had to have a plate implanted in her wrist, and recently was diagnosed with degenerative myelopathy (the canine equivalent of MS). Meanwhile, Doug has been twiddling his paws and daydreaming about the days when we were able to wander into the French Quarter where he imagined himself as a sort of celebrity busker. I wasn't sure that any of them were ready for a new dog and my own antsy daydreams of moving added one final reason to put off any decision.

And then, a few months ago, I drove past a gas station where a young couple was selling pit bull puppies from the back of their car. I kept going, then turned back around to introduce myself. Or, I said it was just to introduce myself. I pulled a Sula Foundation calendar from the back of the car and explained the work we do. The couple explained that they hadn't intended to breed the litter, and had already had the female spayed after the birth of the pups. They had all had their shots, and were gorgeous shades of blue and blue brindle. But they couldn't find any takers. I didn't want a litter of puppies, since the Sula Foundation already has a group of adult foster dogs waiting for homes. But I gave them my contact number and offered to help if I could.

The entire time, behind her four rambunctious siblings, the runt of the litter sat very still and seemed to be taking in every word I said. When they emailed me for help a few weeks later, I knew, if nothing else, I was going to take her off their hands. But how could I take one and not help the others? So a Saints player, on the advice of one of our Sula volunteers, took a male puppy. And the other three went to the LA-SPCA with a promise of a spot in their adoption room. (Things didn't turn out quite the way we planned, but I'll tell that story another time--they all did find homes in the end.)

So Bananas, the runt, came home with me. I figured if it didn't work out, I could find a home for her somewhere. The first night, Brando was terrified by her presence. As she stepped towards him, he backed up the whole distance of the living room. Rut ro! Doug was indifferent. Zephyr aloof.

Of course, within a few days, Brando and Bananas were inseparable, and as she came out of her shell, she began to demonstrate all the ridiculous, affectionate traits of a great pit bull. My favorite move: when I sit on the steps of the deck behind our house, she likes to run up from behind and squeeze her head under my arm to kiss me.

Saturday, April 23, 2011

The House of Blue Leaves

Earlier this week, I went to see a preview of the new revival of "The House of Blue Leaves," the John Guare play that was first produced in 1971. I'd never seen a live production of the show, but I had seen a televised performance from the 1986 production that starred Swoosie Kurtz and John Mahoney. Ben Stiller, who played the son in that production, now plays the father, Artie, and Edie Falco plays his wife, Bananas, with Jennifer Jason Leigh as his girlfriend, Bunny.

First the superficial details: the set is gorgeous. Unfortunately, it is also needlessly filled with obstructions, particularly if you are sitting, as we were, in the fifth row on either the right or left. Performances disappeared behind furniture, in doorways, into alcoves, and even, frequently, behind other performers on the stage. Get seats in the balcony or center orchestra if you go. But, you really should go. While Ben Stiller is a bit stiff in the early scenes, he loosens up and becomes more confident as the show goes on. Edie Falco and Jennifer Jason Leigh seemed miscast (shouldn't they switch roles?) but, in fact, they are both fantastic. Falco makes Bananas simultaneously absurd and tragic; Jennifer Jason Leigh manages to own her role as a superficial, celebrity-obsessed social climber. Some early online reviews claimed she was a complete failure in the part, but at the performance I saw, she got the biggest laughs.

I did have some issues with the direction. I know they were going for a darker version of the play than previous incarnations. But it didn't always work. In particular, the slapstick staging in the second act seemed out of place next to the more naturalistic tone. Also, it seems an odd choice to bring a greater sense of realism to a play that constantly addresses the audience as if the characters expect their lives to be lived on a stage. But the performances, particularly by the women, make it worthwhile.