Because it’s Friday, I feel I should leave you with something exciting to look at this weekend: “Red-Hot and Filthy Library Smut” (the nonist). Apparently the post was originally called “Sex Libris.” I have the distinct pleasure of telling you that I have visited the premises below in person.

(Thanks, Carlos!)

The radio show of Booklist’s own Donna Seaman, Open Books, is now airing on Chicago’s NPR affiliate, WBEZ, on select Sunday nights. Be sure to tune in this Sunday, February 17, at 9 p.m. (Central) as she talks with author Nancy Goldstein about her book Jackie Ormes: The First African American Woman Cartoonist–just reviewed in our February 1 Black History Spotlight–and also cartoonist Tim Jackson (visit his site for the “Pioneering Cartoonists of Color” list).

(If you’re in Chicagoland, dial in 91.5. If you’re not, you can get streaming audio on the WBEZ site.)

Just between you, me, and the doorpost, the third issue of Booklist Online REaD ALERT went out yesterday.

If you’re not already receiving it, why, just sign up for Booklist Online REaD ALERT here.

Too many to post here, but you can download the PDF (what, no HTML?!?!) at the Audio Publishers Association site. After the award ceremony on May 30, I’ll try to post and link the winners…in all 29 categories. (What, 30 was too many?)

When we read in public, we give passersby a glimpse into our souls. (Knowing that, of course, many among us choose their public reading accordingly–don’t tell me you’re enduring the wrist strain of reading Russian classics on the 144 bus because you never read anything lighter.) But for those of us who don’t always choose our own reading, the glimpse may not be an accurate one.

I’ve written about this before, of course. And, this morning, crawling down Lake Shore Drive in a packed bus in a blizzard, I was opening my book so narrowly that it was a little like trying to read the contents of an envelope, trying to ignore the frown of a gray-haired commuter to my left. ”Gimme a break, lady,” I wanted to say, ”I’m working!”

What was I reading? Snuff, by Chuck Palahniuk. It’s about an aging porn legend who, as the flap copy puts it, ”intends to cap her legendary career by breaking the world’s record for serial fornication on camera with six hundred men.” (Note how they cleverly avoided the more common word for the act.)

To quote the back-flap further (and doesn’t “back-flap” sound like a good reason to try diet and exercise?):

This wild, lethally funny, and thoroughly researched novel brings the huge yet underacknowledged presence of pornography in contemporary life into the realm of literary fiction at last. Who else but Chuck Palahniuk would dare do such a thing?

Well, Robert Coover would, for one. But I agree completely that it’s a worthy project. I’ve heard all sorts of stunning figures (financial figures; the other kind you have to see) about the size of the porn industry, about how it’s been the driving force in many technological advances, etc. etc. Vast numbers of people are buying and “consuming” porn, but its effect on society has yet to be reflected in the arts in a proportional way. I applaud Palahniuk for his bravery; clearly he has a keen sense of intellectuals’ responsibility to explore our society as a whole, no matter how uncomfortable that journey might make us.

Either that or he wanted to have fun making up fake movie titles like “On Golden Blonde” and “A Separate Piece.”

If there’s anyone who questions the enthusiasm of librarians for their line of work–and it sure ain’t me–show them this. Could writers and readers have any better friends? (Further reading.)

Well, I keep meaning to blog and I keep not blogging and now I’m trying to get out the door to go to Philadelphia for ALA’s Midwinter Meeting. I’ll try to post from there but, who knows, maybe I’ll be back next Tuesday making more excuses. My little clipboard of blog-worthy items is bulging–and gathering cyber-dust.

I’ll leave you with just one link–to a Publishers Weekly story (”Romance Blog Suggests Romance Writer’s Plagiarism; Signet Says It’s Fair Use,” by Lynn Andriani) that includes Google Book Search in a now-familiar role. The somewhat unusual element, however, is that the publisher is not disassociating itself from the author.

Veteran romance novelist Cassie Edwards is revered by her fans for her meticulous research when writing books. From Savage Torment to Savage Sunrise, her books (of which there are more than 100, published by Dorchester/Leisure Books, Signet, Harlequin and other houses) have detailed descriptions of Native American religion, weaponry, cuisine and other subjects. But this week, the romance review blog Smart Bitches Who Love Trashy Books called attention to some striking similarities and, in some cases, verbatim passages, between Edwards’s works and a number of nonfiction books about Native American history and customs. Signet, however, is standing by the author.

If you follow the links, you’ll find, in an Associated Press article (”Romance novelist accused of lifting work,” by Hillel Italie) an interesting scene from the author’s home in Mattoon, Illinois:

NEW YORK - A popular romance novelist alleged to have lifted work from other texts acknowledged that she sometimes “takes” her material “from reference books,” but added that she didn’t know she was supposed to credit her sources.

“When you write historical romances, you’re not asked to do that,” Cassie Edwards told The Associated Press, speaking earlier this week from her home in Mattoon, Ill.

Edwards then asked her husband to get on the phone. He told the AP that his wife simply gets “ideas” from reference books.

As Google Book Search identifies more and more alleged plagiarists, the whole discussion of plagiarism is likely to become even more nuanced than it did in 2007. Or, once the number of accused authors grows large enough, accusations may elicit nothing more than yawns.

Or is that happening already?

Today also marks the launch of the first Booklist Online newsletter–Booklist Online REaD ALERT. (Get it? Get it?) I’m fried, so to explain it, I’ll just crib the first paragraph:

Welcome to the inaugural issue of Booklist Online REaD ALERT, an e-newsletter featuring quick links to a hand-picked selection of book reviews, features, and special web-only content from Booklist Online. Future issues of REaD ALERT will be sent to you on the same day that the latest issue of Booklist is published online - and before print subscribers receive their copies of the magazine. All of the content in this newsletter will be accessible to the public for at least two weeks, so follow the links and enjoy. 

Did I mention that it’s free? Sign up here.

Well, I’m back. I shaved off my holiday beard (it grows red and green, natch), tightened my belt, and now I’m raring to go…home, so I can sleep for just a few minutes more. But books never sleep, and neither should I.

In the New York Times (”The Library’s Helpful Sage of the Stacks“), Sam Roberts was written a feel-good profile of David Smith, the New York Public Library’s “Librarian to the Stars.”

Susan Nagel, who has written a book about Marie Antoinette’s daughter that will be published next spring, said: "Every now and then I have an emergency: I can’t read my own writing, I can’t find the proper sourcing, I was hoping that something would come in the mail from France and it hasn’t in time. Somehow David always rescues me. David has had a dream of beginning a writers’ services division of the New York Public Library, but the truth is, he is already that department in one man."

The article starts out by describing Smith as a well-kept secret. Not anymore.

If you’ve been thinking that I haven’t been posting as much as usual lately, you’re right. A combination of new initiatives (watch for a new newsletter, Booklist Online REaD ALERT, in early January) and sleep deprivation (I’ve been talking to my younger son about this) have taken a toll on my blogging. I’m hoping this will be a short-lived situation. Although I am taking all of next week off.

As I depart for the bosom of my family, please accept this humble holiday gift of–me. (I know, I know, even tinsel and ribbons can’t disguise Shameless Self-Promotion.) I have a short story, “If You Should Have Any Need at All,” in the Chicago Reader’s annual fiction issue. And if you should have any need for a little Graff prose next week…well, here you go.

(Cool illustration by Jon Adams.)