We need a spring intern here at Market Partners/Publishing Trends. This intern would be doing a lot of work with Publishing Trends and Publishing Trendsetter blogs. I’d appreciate you passing along internship this posting, so that my lovely coworkers and I can have a new, cool intern to hang out with in our beautiful office and drink our free soda, tea, and coffee with. FREE SODA. We also frequently have cookies because we are beloved by many, and we are always game to go in on a Seamless order for Thai food or burgers.
It’s basically winter now, so not only are you laying on the subcutaneous fat to get you through those long cold nights, you close your windows and turn your apartment into a little submarine of warmth. And what’s the best way to gild that cozy lily? Why, by filling your house with the delicious, drool-inducing smell of slow cooked food. It’s like a Glade plugin of meat and spices (or veggies and spices, whatever, who gives a shit.)
I’ve been blessed with not one but TWO slow cookers (shout out to my roomie!) and I can say, without a doubt, that these suckers are the deus ex machina for the lazy but still ambitious chef. Think of it like this: do you like to cook? Great. Do you hate prep work and standing over a stove and having to use multiple pieces of cookware? Of course you do, you’re busy living your life, writing the great American novel, finding the cheapest beer/shot combo, trying to mine meaning from your unsatisfying job, learning what HPV is. You’re a goddamn young American with not a single moment to waste!
The crockpot is where it’s fucking AT. Just toss a bunch of things in, turn a knob, and then just…leave. And after eight or so hours, which you’ve already occupied with sleep or work or exploratory surgery, you end up with a ceramic bucket of tender, hearty, delicious, and most importantly low-impact cooked food.
Dude Food Tip: This may seem obvious, but try your goddamndest to cook it on the Low setting (8 or 9 hrs for most recipes) vs. the High setting (3 or 4 hrs). It’ll mean a little more scheduling legwork, but it tastes better, and until there’s an affordable sous-vide machine at Williams-Sonoma, this is the closest we’ll get to perfection.
The issue that I have with my crockpot is always one of laziness, i.e. I decide it’ll be quicker and simpler just to cook the food now and Tupperware up the leftovers. WRONG. The crockpot is not just the access point to falling-off-the-bone meats and skull-poppingly-good stews, it is a barometer of your laziness, which in turn is an indicator of your destiny. That’s right. If you can’t be fucked to chop a bunch of shit up, throw it in a pot, and then live your life, you need to seriously look inward, because you are probably in a rut. It is literally that easy to use, and if you find yourself resisting it, that’s the canary in your depressive and lethargic coal mine. This tends to happen a lot this winter, so you should start using the crockpot AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE if you have one, and BUY ONE COME CHRISTMAS if not.
(2nd sentence is unrelated but also applicable here)
So here’s something to get you started.
SLOW COOKER CHICKEN TIKKA MASALA, EVERYBODY
1 15-oz. can of crushed tomatoes 1 medium yellow onion, chopped 2 cloves garlic, minced 2 Tbsp. tomato paste 2 Tbsp. garam masala (note; if you don’t have this at your local grocery, just make a bunch of your own and keep it in an airtight container for when you inevitable make this dish again. See below)
2 Tbsp. coriander 1 1/2 tsp. cumin 1 1/2 tsp. pepper 1 tsp. dry ginger 1/2 tsp. cardamom (expensive as fuck but worth buying. You can sprinkle some on your coffee grounds before brewing and it’ll kick ass.) 1/2 tsp. ground cloves 1/2 tsp. cinnamon 1/2 tsp. cayenne pepper
Back to the recipe!
Salt and pepper Four or five boneless/skinless chicken breastses 1/2 cup heavy cream
Cut the chicken into chunks the size of your thumb and set aside.
Mix the tomatoes, onion, garlic, tomato paste, garam masala, 3/4 teaspoon salt and 1/4 teaspoon pepper in the pot.
Place the chicken on top of the tomato mixture in the Crock Pot, cover and simmer for seven to eight hours — because it’ll taste better — on low.
When time is up, 10 mins or so before serving, stir the heavy cream into the mixture. Dump on basmati rice and gorge, or make some naan. No, i won’t tell you how, there’s an entire rest of the internet for that.
And remember: it’s really unlikely that your slow cooker will catch fire and burn down your apartment while you’re out. If you’re worried, do it anyway. Cooking should be a little dangerous since that we don’t have to chase down and murder the food ourselves anymore.
“My name is No Man and this is Charles Homar, memoirist of no small fame. Maybe you’ve heard of him. He’s a pupil of the difference between want and need, plus cares about the path between slaughter and salvation. When you get a chance, ask him about the word chasmal.”—
Groot, Busy Monsters by William Giraldi (via sahoward)
Just reblogging myself here, because I got to thinking about this wonderful book last night after recommending it to a friend. Allow me to recommend it to you, as well.
I met my reading goal of 35 books this year this morning. I know I’ve been blabbing about this goal to almost anyone that would listen, but I have to say I’m inordinately pleased that I’ve accomplished it. In 2012 I only read 12 books because well, I did a lot of reading for work, and then I got laid off and my relationship with books became instantly fraught. But I decided that in 2013 I would reunite with books, and I’m so happy that I did. And just so I can brag, here’s the full list of what I’ve read (so far) this year in order.
The National Book Foundation’s 2013 Class of 5 Under 35 Writers on Process, Progress, and Publishing a First Novel
Tonight we are very excited to celebrate our 5 Under 35 authors at powerHouse Arena in Dumbo. Earlier this month, novelist Claire Vaye Watkins interviewed the writers, who were each selected by a past National Book Award Winner or Finalist. Below, a sample of the writers’ responses.
Amanda Coplin, The Orchardist Selected by Louise Erdrich, 2012 National Book Award Winner
Q:This year’s 5 Under 35 list is composed entirely of women. Care to share your thoughts on how gender affects a writer’s encounters with the literary world?
A: Gender affects a writer’s encounters with the literary world this way: if you are a woman, you are asked to comment on your gender and how it relates to your art, and if you are a man, you are not. Your gender has nothing to do with how well you can write, of course. But since men were considered superior beings for so long, their work was correspondingly held in higher esteem. Now that we are slowly coming around to the realization that women are just as capable as men, our work is being recognized and honored too. The only added challenge we have as women, perhaps, is that our work has to overcome those residual prejudices (or not so residual in some) that women are second-class artists. In many cases women’s art has to be that much better than men’s art to be considered equal. I don’t want to put a damper on the fact that an all-woman list should be celebrated—I have to admit I was excited when I found out all the honorees were women—but I’m also tired of the fact that this is considered exceptional. For Amanda’s full interview, click here.
Molly Antopol, The UnAmericans Selected by Jesmyn Ward, 2011 National Book Award Winner
Q:Can you tell me your book’s artistic origin story?
A: My stories move from McCarthy-era Los Angeles to modern-day Jerusalem to communist Prague. Many were inspired by my family history, notably their involvement in the Communist Party. I come from a big family of storytellers, and I grew up surrounded by tales of surveillance, tapped lines and dinnertime visits from the FBI. Those things—combined with my very nerdy love of research—informed my McCarthy-era stories. It’s interesting—though my family loves to tell stories, the one place I never got to hear about was Antopol, the Belarusian village where my relatives came from, which was virtually destroyed during World War II. A little more that a decade ago I was living in Israel and wound up at a holiday party in Haifa, where I met an elderly woman from Antopol who had known my family. It was one of the most extraordinary moments of my life. She led me to an oral history book about the village, written in Hebrew, Yiddish and English, which her son had put together. The moment I finished reading it (I remember just where I was, at the kitchen table in my apartment in Tel Aviv), I began writing The UnAmericans. For Molly’s full interview, click here.
NoViolet Bulawayo, We Need New Names Selected by Junot Díaz, 2012 National Book Award Finalist
Q:Did you have contemporary writer role models, and where did you find these?
A: There were inspiring young writers I was aware of (Justin Torres, Tea Obreht, Alexi Zentner, Maaza Mengiste, Cathy Chung), but I wasn’t working hard to follow high profile spotlights and people’s careers and stuff. I suppose I was just concentrating on myself and work, things can be distracting. And yes, I’m always looking up to older writers, not necessarily because of their writing careers, but rather what their work means to me—Toni Morrison, Edwidge Danticat, Yvonne Vera, Colum McCann, Michael Ondaatje, Jhumpa Lahiri, Edward P. Jones, Zakes Mda to mention just a few. For NoViolet’s full interview, click here.
Merritt Tierce, Love Me Back Selected by Ben Fountain, 2012 National Book Award Finalist
Q:How about your book’s journey to publication: What’s been the most shocking/confusing/surprising part of that process?
A: At some point in there I was really frustrated that I hadn’t managed to finish it, and said to my fiancé, I’m never going to have a book if I don’t get away from my job and our house and our three kids and you and all these pets (we have two dogs, two cats, a giant rabbit, a hedgehog, and a guinea pig). I thought I was just venting, but he secretly made arrangements for me to go away from my job, our house, our three kids, him, and all those pets. I didn’t even know where I was being shipped until he dropped me off at the airport. Five days later I came home with a new story. For Merritt’s full interview, click here.
Daisy Hildyard, Hunters in the Snow Selected by Kevin Powers, 2012 National Book Award Finalist
Q:What makes you write?
A: I want to see what’s going on outside myself. For Daisy’s full interview, click here.
For complete coverage of National Book Foundation’s 5 Under 35, including photos of tonight’s event, click here.
“Young artists, come East. We have many, many uniforms for you. Come here, have your nervous breakdowns, get insomnia, and, like vampires everywhere, be with as many of your own kind as possible. If you build it, we will watch.”—New York Magazine art critic Jerry Saltz in a Reddit AMA yesterday, urging emerging artists to come to New York. (via irisblasi)
On Friday, we promised to put together some tips for theleavetaking, a college student who asked dudeinpublishing what to do to get into editing. We’ve wracked our brains all weekend, really done nothing else, and here’s what we’ve come up with.
First, we wholeheartedly endorse Dude’s five-step plan. He’s a smart one, that Dude. Here are just a few more points.
Stop it. Research until you’re convinced editing books isn’t a viable job. Look at Bookjobs.com to learn about the departments and careers available in publishing. Check out salary ranges on Glassdoor, then look at NYC apartment listings on Craigslist, Janelle’s List, Streeteasy, etc. Pore over the renters’ tools at Naked Apartments to understand exactly what you’ll be able to afford in NYC on an assistant salary, cry a little, and learn to code instead. It’s much easier to support yourself in many, many other industries.
Consider all the options. Dude in Publishing was exactly right to suggest non-editorial departments. We’ll add that there’s a lot of non-trade publishing out there, and working in the editorial department of an academic or association press, or a company that produces academic journals, or a literary magazine, might be a good option if you don’t need to be surrounded by bestsellers and celebrities. It’s also much easier to find jobs outside NYC if you’re open to non-trade publishing.
Still here? Why?
Fact: Allyson scored her dream job. She’s an assistant editor for a large trade publisher and she likes where she works and who she works with, and here are some things she did to get there that you can replicate.
Talk to strangers. Email everyone in your college’s alumni network who works in publishing, even if they seem like terribly important executives who probably have drivers. Email agents and editors who worked with your favorite authors. (Amazon’s “Look Inside” feature usually includes the acknowledgements, which Dude sagely suggests you check.) Agent email addresses are often easier to find than editor email addresses, but they work closely with editors and can be a valuable resource. Just shamelessly ask everyone for advice all the time and be super, super polite and respectful while you do so.
Work for free. Agents have enormous reading piles and occasionally welcome informal help getting through manuscripts. There’s no money and you won’t be officially employed by anyone, but you’ll build a portfolio of readers’ reports that you can share with potential future employers and you’ll have at least one industry contact who trusts your taste and can vouch for your work ethic…if you do a good job. Allyson cold-emailed dozens of agents she’d never met to ask if they needed a reader—most agents never responded, no one wrote back indignantly and threatened to make sure she’d never work in this town again, and one agent agreed to meet with her and began sending her manuscripts.
Read everything. You’ll be well served by knowing the bestseller list backward and forward. Get familiar with industry gossip. Pay attention to major releases, bookmark The Millions and the Paris Review and the New Yorker, and sign up for the Publishers Lunch emails to familiarize yourself with the vocabulary of dealmaking. (They also have great job listings.) And keep it fresh—you can read the classics for your own edification, but to work in publishing, it’s more important to understand the contemporary landscape.
Know your goals and communicate them clearly. You’ll probably go through a lot of non- or half-jobs—reading for free, working part-time at an agency, volunteering at Housing Works, moonlighting at a bookstore—before you land your dream job, but the people you’re working with can only help you if you’re clear about where you’re trying to go. Do you want to work in children’s or adult? Fiction? Life and style? Agent or editor side? Do your homework and present a consistent picture—“I’ll be happy to work on anything” is less impressive than you might think.
A lot of this comes down to luck and impressing people enough that they’ll help you. And even then, we’ve seen excellent candidates get passed over, time and again, for jobs. So…um…good luck?
The publishing industry has been the source of a considerable amount of heartbreak for me in many ways, but I also feel a great sense of pride in being a part of it. Maybe it’s because I’ve jumped around a lot? I’ve been in this industry less than three years and have had one internship and two full time jobs within it, but I think that the above is all good advice. It’s hard. It’s really fucking hard sometimes, but I’m happy to be here. Really.
And maybe I won’t be in publishing forever! Who knows? Maybe I’ll create my crazy dream job of editorial such-and-such at some kind of zoo. (Any takers? Hello? I’ve been trained in holding many small animals at the John Ball Zoo of Grand Rapids, Michigan! It’s AZA certified, so holla at your girl if you need my assistance with words, baby alligator wrangling, or holding small owls.) But honestly, I will never regret the time I’ve spent here.
“Miss Honey was still hugging the tiny girl in her arms and neither of them said a word as they stood there watching the big black car tearing round the corner at the end of the road and disappearing forever into the distance.”—Roald Dahl, from Matilda (via the-final-sentence)