If you’ve been thinking you might want to read some of those Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award entries but don’t know where to start, may I recommend The Stars Here Are Mostly Planes, about a woman named Katie who’s been thrown out of graduate school for some unnamed offense:

We didn’t stop for food. It would have been unbearable to face each other over a table, so we all stared forward and resigned ourselves to packaged peanut butter crackers from my mother’s purse. Bright orange crackers with that synthetic cheese tang. Not their usual thing, for sure. In fact, my mother managed to nibble about half of one before she began to cry. The crying went unacknowledged for several miles. I ate my crackers without complaint. This is the kind of thing I would have to start enjoying, out here among the American masses where people own lawnmowers and eat squirtable cheese and struggle to insure their saturated hearts. I should be the one crying.

In the excerpt, Katie goes on to re-befriend (refriend?) a buddy from adolescence who now lives in semi-squalid, semi-alcoholic circumstances in Chicago. Her friend’s apartment “has carpeting like the pelt of a garage-sale Care Bear.” I can see it — and I’m not taking off my shoes. What’s more, the excerpt leaves as many questions as it answers (what did Katie do, exactly? what kind of trouble is she getting herself into now?) and it’s got that witty, sarcastic voice.

Katie is a painfully funny loser-in-denial the likes of Teabag in Home Land by Sam Lipsyte, or maybe Charles Ossining of TC Boyle’s Road to Wellville. So far, though, she’s only skirted unrespectability — she is a repressed Tennessee Presbyterian, after all.

Sarah Harris, who is witty (as you can see), smart and talented, is in my program at Pitt, and she is most deserving of your attention. In fact, consider this a shameless plug for her work. With 1,000 finalists, popularity snowballing to favor the most-rated, and Sarah’s work buried 8 pages deep within the general fiction category, I can’t help but tell you about how terrific it is. I urge you to read and rate The Stars Here Are Mostly Planes. You’ll love it. Vote for Sarah Harris in ’08!

Yesterday I popped into the english department’s 4th floor grad-student-only computer lab, slightly winded (as usual), in a hurry (as usual). One of my colleagues turned from her monitor, crisp and awake.

“You heard about this Amazon first novel contest?” she asked. I hadn’t. “Due November 5,” she said.

“There’s not enough cocaine in the world to get me to finish my novel in 5 weeks,” I said.

“$25,000,” she said. “And a contract with Penguin.”

“Oh,” I said. “Maybe there is.”

While $25,000 may not be a windfall, it sure does sound like a decent-sized check for a first time novelist, particularly to grad student writers of literary fiction. Not that literary fiction will take the prize in this contest — maybe Penguin will find memoir or chicklittiness a better risk — but it is nice to think so.

The trouble I see with the contest is that it’s first-come, first-entered — they’ll consider only the first 5,000 submissions. Which means that anyone who’s got a crappy old novel sitting around electronically has a better shot than a budding writer who’s got something they’re working on that they might be able to get into shape by November 5. There had to be at least 5,000 would-be novelist devotees of Miss Snark; too many were writing about mythic vampyr queens.

This doesn’t bother me — somebody’s got to read the entries. (I would have tried to recruit Miss Snark out of retirement, myself).

freefoodformillionairesI’ve got a lovely hardcover copy of Min Jin Lee’s debut novel Free Food for Millionaires waiting for you. The book chronicles Korean-American Casey Han after she’s graduated from Princeton. Casey is the child of working-class parents in Queens but she’s surrounded by people who can carelessly summer in Italy. As in a 19th-century novel, many of these characters come alive, creating a shifting, expanding universe with Casey at its center. Carol Memmott writes in USA Today:

Not since Jhumpa Lahiri’s The Namesake has an author so exquisitely evoked what it’s like to be an immigrant…As much as this is an immigrant story, it’s also an American story full of class struggle, rugged individualism, social status and above all, the money haves and have-nots. Most of all it’s an epic mediation on love, both familial and romantic. Lee offers us love in all its tenacious and painful glory.

To win the book, send an email to paperhaus (a) gmail.com and tell me about one of the richest people you’ve met. Please include your mailing address. The winner’s tale — if you like — will be posted here.

Touchstone/Fireside books, part of Simon & Schuster, has launched a writing contest through the social networking site Gather.com. Gather, which tells the NY Times it wants to be”MySpace for grownups,” has a lot of growing to do first.

MySpace has more than 100 million registered users.
Facebook — mostly college students and recent grads — has 7.5 million.
Gather has 175,000. That’s not even 1 percent of MySpace. Not even close.

The way the contest works is this: unpublished writers submit their manuscripts through Gather.com (after registering, of course. They need your numbers!). Completed manuscript, but for starters the first 3 chapters will be shared through the site. People on the site will vote to decide which 15 manuscripts advance — with editors picking 5 more. Then second chapters, then third, will narrow the field. Then the editors pick the winner.

“It is akin to an ‘American Idol’ for thinking people,” snarked Tom Gerace, the chief executive of Gather.com.

Apparently Tom has never watched American Idol. The scheme there is that the experts — Randy, Paula and Simon — go through the singing slush pile. They sort, they cull, they groom — and then, in the final stages, they step back and let the people watching the TV show vote. That’s what makes it exciting for people — they have something invested. Their vote counts! Clay Aiken will win or not depending on their call! This, Tom, is not that.

The saddest thing about this is that Gather thinks it can invent a writing community from scratch. It won’t be able to.

Meanwhile there’s a perfectly good, functional writing community alive and kicking at Zoetrope. It’s free to join the Virtual Studio, where writers give (and get) feedback on their writing. It’s a genuine community of hardworking writers. I’d wager writers will get far more out of participating there than they will from entering this latest gimmicky contest.

Or wait, hoping against hope, for another Miss Snark Crapometer some day.

The Burnside Review of Portland, Oregon is having its first fiction contest. The judge? Glen David Gold, author of Carter Beats the Devil. Entries are due 12/31. Whaddaya get? Bound print copies, $200, and bragging rights.

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