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NOVEMBER 19 | Only the Super Negro Sells Movie Tix in Europe

NOVEMBER 18 | Sarah Palin Says Newsweek Photo Is Sexist

NOVEMBER 16 | Anthony Sowell's Victims: Drug Addicted, Expendable and Murdered

One man's opinion on very nearly everything. It's hard but it's fair.

NOVEMBER 16 | Heather Ellis: Not That Innocent

NOVEMBER 13 | College Education Is No Longer an Option ... Is It?

NOVEMBER 12 | Hasan: Who Shot Ya?

Manners and mores in modern life? It's about way more than where the fork goes.

NOVEMBER 17 | Close Encounters of the Celebrity Kind

NOVEMBER 9 | No Present Like The Time

NOVEMBER 3 | My Cheap Best Friend

From finance to foreclosures, layoffs and lack of opportunity, a daily journal of the economic crisis and its effect on black professionals.

NOVEMBER 19 | Should We Be More Afraid of Identity Theft?

NOVEMBER 18 | The Cost of Celebrity Isn't What It Used To Be

NOVEMBER 17 | Calls For Job Growth Grow Louder

Smart, up to the minute takes on politics--from the state house to the White House. Pull up a chair.

NOVEMBER 20 | Dems to Obama: Lead, Follow or Get Out of the Way

NOVEMBER 20 | Delaying Cancer Screenings May Not be Best Option for Black Women

NOVEMBER 16 | It'll Take More Than a Tantrum to Stop Gay Rights in D.C.

Engaging commentary, interviews, and reviews that delve into and beyond the world of books. Get read.

NOVEMBER 19 | Reading List: The Poetry Edition

NOVEMBER 12 | Publishing with the Stars

NOVEMBER 6 | Producing Precious

A daily conversation on hot topic culture items. From Zora to Zane, True Blood to Tiny & Toya, TEWW covers high art, low-brow culture and everything in between.

NOVEMBER 17 | Beyoncé's Video Ho, er, Phone

NOVEMBER 13 | Oprah to Robin Givens: "I apologize."

NOVEMBER 12 | Illiteracy Begins and Ends at Home

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    What is Bill Clinton Reading?

    Are You Interested in the Full Story?

    Laura Ling, one of the journalists who was recently freed after being held in North Korea, and her sister, journalist Lisa Ling, are said to be shopping a book proposal according to the Wall Street Journal. The book plans to discuss Ling's time in captivity but will focus on “the meaning of sisterhood and journalistic ideals.” Sounds like a worthy read.

    Is Dambisa Moyo on Your Radar?

    She's definitely one to watch. Moyo, the young Zambian powerhouse, who Time magazine selected as one of its 100 most influential people in the world, is the author of the provocative New York Times bestseller "Dead Aid." She's working on a new book, "How the West Was Lost," that's slated for release in 2010. According to her website, the book “examines the policy errors made in the US and other Western economies which culminated in the 2008 financial crisis. It also explores the policy decisions that have placed the emerging world—China, Russia and the Middle East, in pole position to become the dominant economic players in the 21st century.”

    Shouldn't We Respect the Wishes of the Deceased?

    Publishers Weekly has an advance review of novelist Vladimir Nabokov's unfinished book “The Original of Laura” that's being published by Knopf in November. The work, which Nabokov asked his wife to burn before his death in 1977, is handwritten on more than one hundred index cards. His son Dmitri gave permission for the release of the cards. PW writes, “This very unfinished work reads largely like an outline, full of seeming notes-to-self, references to source material, self-critique, sentence fragments and commentary.” And, “...after reading the book, readers will wonder if the Lolita author is laughing or turning over in his grave.” I'm going with the latter.

    Is Reading a Lost Art?

    David Ulin, the book editor of the Los Angeles Times penned a rather honest piece about his recent struggles to stay focused enough to read books, a problem that he blames on our society's preoccupation with speed and inability to slow down. Honest indeed coming from a man who makes his living reading. He writes, “It isn't a failure of desire so much as one of will. Or not will, exactly, but focus: the ability to still my mind long enough to inhabit someone else's world, and to let that someone else inhabit mine....In order for this to work, however, we need a certain type of silence, an ability to filter out the noise.” But Ulin reminds us that, "there is time, if we want it." Thus the real question is: do we want to take the time to read?

    Curious about What Bill Clinton's Reading?

    The LA Times has featured the former president's current reading list which includes Malcolm Gladwell's ”Outliers,” and John Bogle's “Enough: True Measures of Money, Business, and Life.”

    Will This Be a Good Movie?

    According to Black Voices, Will Packer, the filmmaker behind movies like “Stomp the Yard,” and “Obsessed,” is developing a movie adaptation of Steve Harvey's “Act Like a Lady, Think Like a Man: What Men Really Think About Love, Relationships, Intimacy, and Commitment.” The New York Times bestseller provides obvious and sometimes maddening advice for women from a male perspective. Am I the only one having a hard time seeing the book as a movie? Perhaps it'll be like the black version of the book-turned-movie ”He's Just Not that Into You”?

    Too Many Michael Jackson Books?

    You really have to be careful what you ask for. Just when I thought there was a need for more books about Michael Jackson, there's a deluge of forthcoming ones. In addition to the J. Randy Taraborrelli biography that I mentioned in an earlier post, People and Life magazines are releasing commemorative editions. Biographer Ian Halperin's “Unmasked: The Final Years of Michael Jackson” was recently released. Nelson George is slated to write “Thriller” a book examining Jackson and his music. According to Publishers Lunch, Sasha Frere-Jones, music critic for the New Yorker, is working on a book that will “explore the enormous musical and cultural changes wrought by Michael Jackson's body of work.”

    Publisher Kraken Opus is already taking pre-orders for ”The Official Michael Jackson Opus” which is slated for publication in December. USA Today writes that the "oversized, 400-page tribute will be driven by photos but also will include essays, illustrations and poetry, at least half of it exclusive - all handbound in leather and enclosed in a silk clamshell case." Want it? You'll have to shell out $165.00. And lastly, Jackson's 1988 memoir “Moonwalk” is scheduled for an October reissue by Harmony Books and will include an introduction by Motown founder Berry Gordy. Oh and as an aside, Janet is still working on her book.

    Michael Jackson's Death: Addiction or Dr. Conrad Murray?

    The news is out:  Michael Jackson's on-site physician, Dr. Conrad Murray, administered the drug Propofol that killed the King of Pop.  So now what?  Most of us figured this out the day of Michael's death anyway.  I don't know about you, but I really don't care.  I know that may sound insensitive or unAmerican [you know, to bleed your heart for the Man in the Mirror], but I'm much more invested in discoursing about the ugly behind MJ's drug addiction.  You know what I'm talking about:  his childhood celebrity, the plastic surgery, his genius, the "sleepovers", his adoration of Whiteness, the wives, the babies, Daddy Joe.  I definitely believe the law should prevail and all that.  But come on, the real ugly in Michael's untimely death was the man's addiction.  People, he would go to sleep with an IV.  I know there's rumor that Dr. Murray will be a manslaughter suspect and that's what's up, I guess. Besides, the world [or the media] is going to need somebody to blame. I just hope someone points out, in Technicolor, that MJ was an addict and that's the real horror in all of this.  That's it.  I'm not opening up my mouth again.

    Cashing in on Michael J

    I'm a skeptic when it comes to people and their good intentions.  With that said, what's up with folks cashing in on Michael Jackson two weeks after his overdose?  First, Daddy Joe was promoting his new record label at the BET Awards a few days after his celebrity-son dies. Then there were articles written everywhere by cultural critics who claim to be dropping the only real knowledge about Michael J and his serpentine journey.  Now LaToya Jackson wants to release a single in honor of her brother and promises the proceeds will go to a Los Angeles AIDS Charity.  I won't even mention the number people who have taken over the corners of NYC dressed in Billie Jean attire and dancing the Moonwalk.  I even received a Facebook invite last night from a colleague who's putting on a comedic tribute to Michael Jackson and he promises you will see Michael like you've never see him before [or something like that].

    Truth is, I know why people do what they do, for the most part.  [I think].  I guess some days I don't want to wake up and be reminded that capitalism has its ugly-UGLY side.  It can prompt money- and attention-hungry vampires to find ways to withdraw blood from a celebrity corpse while it's still relatively warm.  But hey, the economy is tight. People have to eat and pay for shelter.  Maybe I should jump on the Q Train to Manhattan, pull out my paper cup, and sing [horribly] my rendition of MJ's Ben.  I might be able to pay my rent for a few months, or, at least, grab the attention of some agent looking for the next MJ.  See, this post could even be considered an attempt at chasing on the King of Pop.

    Joe Jackson Wants to Put MJ's Kids on Tour

    First Joe Jackson promotes his new record label during the BET tribute to his deceased son Michael.  On Friday Joe Jackson told Good Morning America that his grandhildren, Paris and Blanket, have "talent" and could step into their dad's footsteps. Now tabloid rumors are spreading that Joe's trying to package Michael's children as the Jackson 3.  According to MJ's unofficial biographer, Ian Halperin, Joe has offered recording contracts to Prince Michael I and Paris and wants the grieving kids to begin a world tour in 2010. It doesn’t get any more obscene than that.  I’ve certainly heard of people pulling jewelry off of the dead, or pillaging through a dead person's belongings before the corpse is cold and in the ground.  But pimping the deceased’s grandchildren is a new form of sacrilege.  If this posthumous lunacy turns out to be true somebody should put Joe Jackson on public display as the last black man to attempt to pimp his grandkids and didn't live to tell about it. Yeah, I'm talking about taking down the bootleg patriarch and feeding brother to the wolves.

    Who's Afraid of Post-Blackness? And Other Lit-Related Questions

    Did you know that Michael Jackson was a Bibliophile?

    The LA Times recently chronicled the book-loving ways of the King of Pop. Jackson frequented a local Santa Monica shop, Dutton's Books, where he was a fan of the poetry section. His favorite poet? Ralph Waldo Emerson. Jackson's lawyer also told LA Weekly that the star was well read and could engage in conversations about Sigmund Freud, Carl Jung, Nathaniel Hawthorne, black history and sociology. Jackson's personal library included 10,000 books. Can't judge a book by its cover, can we?

    Is it Ever the Full Story?

    Grand Central Publishing is head-over-heels happy to announce that they are re-releasing the 1990 out-of-print, New York Times bestselling Michael Jackson biography by J. Randy Taraborrelli. "Michael Jackson: The Magic, The Madness, The Whole Story, 1958-2009," which hasn't been available in the U.S. for more than a decade, drops this month and has been updated to include "developments surrounding [Michael Jackson's] death and the aftermath." Taraborrelli said, "I've known Michael since he was 10 years old and interviewed him at every milestone since then. I've always worked to set the record straight - popular or not - on his life and career. This is a tribute to that extraordinary life." Even so, will this book be the "full story" about Michael Jackson's remarkable and turbulent life? Could it ever be?

    Who's Afraid of Post-Blackness?

    That's the question that Touré is proposing in a forthcoming book by the same title. According to Publishers Lunch, the journalist and author recently landed a contract with Free Press to interview black intelligentsia of all types and discuss what it means to be black in these new times. He recently championed post-black literature in his New York Times review of Colson Whitehead's "Sag Harbor." I wasn't convinced. But maybe the book will make me see differently?

    Would You Read a Golf Book by Justin Timberlake?

    The New York Observer reports that Justin Timberlake wants to write a book about golf. Apparently, the pop star is a lover of the sport, plays in charity games, and owns his own course in Tennessee. The project is rumored to be "something of a memoir, consisting of stories of rounds he has played and people he has played with." Am I the only one not feeling this idea?

    My Eulogy to the King of Pop

    A Eulogy for Michael.

    I never wrote to you as a kid.  I didn't take the moment to stick a letter in the mail week after week like my cousin Mechell.  I was never pulled into the kitchen by my parents and sat down and told you would never respond to any of those letters.  I never ran to my room and cried for hours.  I was never dressed in leather vests like my older brothers and performed "Dancing Machine" in the basement under the direction of my Uncle Gordon.  However, I did watch the Saturday morning cartoon with the pet snake Rosey.  I tuned in to the Jackson Variety Show.  I listened to Beat It and Billie Jean and tried to mimic your tone and style like every other kid in small town America.  I took advantage of kisses from teenage girls who were so enamored by you that every lean, brown skinned boy with thick eyebrows was the object of their desire.  Oh, and Thriller.  You, Ola Ray and Vincent Price changed my life.  I was determined to live out my existence in video.

    I also despised you.  Yes, I said despised.  I didn't understand the plastic surgeries.  I didn't understand the Anglophilia. From Brooke Shields to Elizabeth Taylor, it was clear whom you deemed important.  I guess I felt like you abandoned me.  I felt that my young blackness was not enough for you anymore.  It was certainly enough to feed from and help shape your career and music, but it also appeared to be a thorn in your side.  So I believed you were a pedophile.  I believed you hired someone to father and mother your children.  I believed you had lost your mind. I judged you.  And even now I'm not certain how I feel about you and your cultural impact.

    But the truth is truth.  You were a part of my life.  You helped bring joy and vibrancy to my often-humdrum Ohio upbringing.  You gave me the courage to dance at parties, hell, to reenact music videos in the streets.  Your presence has challenged my ideas about identity and uber-success.  So even though I didn't write letters or put on leather vests and perform in the basement, or advocate for your innocence in the pedophile charges, you helped shape my young black life and I would be a hypocrite and a fool if I didn't acknowledge that.

    Rest in Peace.

    Michael Jackson Overload Blues

    Last night I was hanging out at a friend's July 5 BBQ in Brooklyn. In between eating roasted corn and sipping on some Blanc someone suggested Michael Jackson didn't really die. This someone introduced the possibility that MJ set up his own death to remove himself from the horrors of mankind forever.  Of course, no one was trying to entertain that kind of ridiculousness, but it did make a few folks take a moment and ponder.  Including me.  An hour later, while enjoying my third plate of chicken wings, someone suggested for the host to play some MJ.  He was not having it. In fact, he said he was burned out.  In fact, he said if he had to listen to Thriller or Beat It one more time he was going to start shooting bullets.  In fact, he said the recent overload of MJ reminded him how much he didn't like pop music.  Michael was cool and all, but the music was irking his nerves.  Several people agreed and continued to discuss climate change, the Federer/Roddick Wimbledon Match, and why babies, beer and dogs are taking over Brooklyn.

    An hour later the host moved the gathering to his spacious kitchen and someone pleaded for him to log in to Rhapsody and play Ben.  He frowned and then said: twenty years from now, when some edgy scribe writes a piece on the psychological and cultural impact of MJ, we'll all realize MJ did more bad than good to the black American psyche. Interesting point, I thought.  I also thought the MJ overload seemed to be stirring up some MJ resentment. He's not even buried yet and some of us are already frustrated.

    Any thoughts?

    Using Jackson as a Mass Distraction

    Few folks on appear hot or bothered over the Supreme Court's recent assault on once untouchable relics of the civil rights movement. When pointing out the SCOTUS decision on Section 5 of the Voting Rights Act or the infamous reverse remix known as Ricci v. DeStefano, most folks look at you in a spat of bewildered angst: "Your point is?" And perhaps there's a bit of ignorance pervading the individual outrage. Why fault recession-stressed, self-absorbed, working people for their inability to focus?

    But many do find energy to ride the sensationalistic wave of media coverage over Michael Jackson's tragic and untimely passing. And, while we're all still grieving over the spiritual transition of our modern musical genius, it comes at the rather convenient expense of focus on some major public policy challenges.  The always irreverent and fast wit Danielle Belton makes the observation:

    Do you remember the week that was? North Korea threatening to blow up HAWAII??? Gov. Mark Sanford admitting to some Argentine "gov luv?" The Iran election protests turning into violence and the images of reformists and bystanders dying in the streets? Did you know these things are still news? I love Michael Jackson's music, but I honestly need the TV news toget back to reporting SOME news.

    Belton is definitely on to something. It's mighty [insert your spasm of profane frustration here] convenient that "mainstream" media uses the MJ affair to keep masses distracted from the stuff that actually puts the food on the table.  You could say the timing for Black folks is superbly aligned - enough to make the Rastas, conspiracy theorists and barber shop pundits squirm. At a time when the Supreme Court makes a hastily sharp turn to the right, continuing in that post-Warren Era tradition, African Americans are sidetracked over how many prescription pills were ingested by the late, great King of Pop. We might be more wary of the quick-and-dirty 5-4 decisions rendered against two landmark pillars of civil rights.

    There's abundant irony in all of this, especially when it comes to the President's shrewd, if necessary election oriented racial neutrality.  David Broder touches on that in The WASHINGTON POST:

    The implicit message, delivered by the Supreme Court majority ... is that racial discrimination is no longer as big a problem as we once thought. Neither the voting rights case out of Texas nor the affirmative action hiring case out of New Haven, Conn., said that explicitly. But the link between the two is the assumption or assertion that this society has largely healed itself and does not need the race-conscious remedies that the previous generation of politicians thought necessary.

    Presumably, Obama doesn’t buy the "post-racial" nirvana he unintentionally created (but deliberately stirred). But a certain persuasion want that "post-racial" phase in the here and now, buoyed by his election and eager to shed prior guilt.  Not to rain on any parade since anything is possible - but it's also not that easy, especially with unemployment at a 26-year high (according to recently released June numbers) and black male unemployment at astronomical rates.

    The point is, we’ll need to step up our collective game. That's a difficult proposition if we don't first get focused.

    —CHARLES D. ELLISON

    Michael's Face: Self-Loathing or Mental Disorder?

    Yesterday CNN's Ines Ferre reported on Michael Jackson and his self-image. For years Michael only admitted to having nose work, but plastic surgery experts believe he had chin and cheek implants among other adjustments.  This blogger and one-time Jackson fanatic believes he had chin and cheek implants, eye transformation, hair implants and, of course, skin bleaching to balance his vitiligo.  Michael Jackson's good friend, Dr. Deepak Chopra, admits Michael, for some reason, was ashamed of his physical appearance.  For some reason?  Chopra is obviously living under some race-free rock.  Ferre reports Michael possibly suffered from body dysmorphic disorder—a mental illness where a person tries to repeatedly change a repeated defect.  Now you and me, both, know that perceived defect is black.

    Let's cut to the chase. Michael Jackson did everything in his power to purge every ounce of his blackness to achieve international whiteness, to sustain worldwide fame and love.  We loved his music, we loved his moonwalk, but he mutilated everything except his soul.  However, in his pursuit of whiteness and the unconditional love it promised, he morphed into a physical parody of self-hate.  Why he did it is no surprise.  Why do we straighten our hair?  Throw on wigs? Purchase blue contacts?  In some cases, couple with light or white partners?  Some of us believe it will help pave the road to success and acceptance.  And for some black folks, success and acceptance does not come packaged in black.  I think it's time we admit Michael Jackson was an extension of our black selves.  That he was plagued by the same racial ills.  We despised him because he was doing to himself what we could easily do to ourselves.  Physically or figuratively.  Am I wrong?

    Michael certainly took "achieving success by any means necessary" to a new height.  But how many of us would do the same if we had Michael's resources?  Michael's stress?  A colonized mind is capable of anything if given the opportunity.

    The King of Debt

    With respect to my namesake, Michael Jackson was both a hero to business savvy music artists and a nightmare to creditors.

    The New York Times, along with many other outlets have started playing the speculation game about the financial mess the now deceased legend has left behind.

    It’s been estimated that Jackson has earned as much as $700 million over the span of his career. But instead of coasting on his fortune and inching towards billionaire status through shrewd business investments, Jackson instead spent several of the last years of his life moonwalking from store to store spending money as if he hadn’t amassed an estimated $300-$500 million in debt.

    While I agree with those who point out that his financial portfolio was asset heavy, his liquid assets were as dry as the Sahara. Moreover, he used his much touted stake in the Beatles catalog and his own publishing as collateral for additional loans.

    It’s likely his estate will maintain ownership of both catalogs; however, the fact that Jackson put those assets at risk speaks volumes to his discipline when it came to his personal finances.

    If you recall the 2003 British TV documentary, “Living With Michael Jackson,” you know Michael’s spending habits can be best describe with footage of him shopping saying, “I want this...this...this....this...this...this.”

    Needless to say, it would behoove all of us to forgo building our own theme park, buying expensive art pieces as regularly as we do toilet paper, and flying across the world with a chimp named Bubbles.

    I imagine that so long as a proper financial team is put in place, Michael’s debt will be cleared over time and his estate will generate millions upon millions for decades to come.

    Still, how sad is it to see the world’s greatest entertainer who also made some of the best deals in music history die with a credit rating that could only net a loan from a pawn shop?

    Though his financial matters speak nothing to his creative genius and charitable spirit, how did Michael Jackson’s his excessive spending, inconsistent financial team, and blasé attitude towards his personal finances influence your own attitudes towards money?

    Please leave your comments below and share your own stories of financial mishaps with me by emailing therecessiondiaries@gmail.com.

    Shamon.