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In the latest WNBA Reads newsletter feature, Rachel Weiss-Feldman reviews I Want My MTV: The Uncensored Story of the Music Video Revolution by Craig Marks and Rob Tannenbaum.

At age 13, I came home from camp to two new additions to the family: a yellow Labrador named Susie and MTV on cable. The latter definitely got more of my attention. For most Gen-Xers, MTV was such a staple part of our lives that it’s almost personal. We watched it after school, at parties, on weekends. We couldn’t recollect most songs without imagining the little movie that went with it. MTV was the first station marketed to young people, and in its 31 years of existence it has grown to change music sales, advertising, film making, fashion, and above all else, popular culture.

MTV was started in 1981 by a small team of music and radio industry people with little experience in television, little financial backing, and few predictions from anyone that it would succeed.  And for the first year or so the channel was indeed very touch and go. Videos shown were predominantly ones that had already been made and were sitting around record companies. Ad sales were difficult. Cable wasn’t readily available in many cities, but mainly the rural suburbs. But MTV’s targeted audience, the teens, loved it. Soon enough, there was evidence that it was affecting sales and Billboard charts. Musicians and bands that would never sell in certain regions of the country became sellable and known because listeners “saw them on MTV.” And more cable companies carried MTV after the channel launched its “I Want My MTV” campaign that asked viewers to call their local cable companies and demand it.

I Want My MTV is told through interviews of hundreds of producers, musicians, directors, actors, and studio executives, giving detailed histories and backstories that tell the story of MTV’s humble, skeptical beginnings, to the $500+ million dollar media empire it is today. There are plenty of stories and fun facts about their most influential videos and shows.  Major issues involving sexism, racism, celebrity drama, and censorship the channel faced are discussed in great detail.

Read about the bands and musicians who owe much of their fame and fortune to their videos being so cutting edge—and those whose careers nearly ended because theirs were embarrassing duds. And read what famous directors cut their teeth doing many of them. I Want My MTV stops at 1992, before Snookie and the ‘Teen Moms’ were even toddlers. That was the year The Real World premiered, signaling the beginning of the end of the channel’s original format. For those who loved the music channel and can still remember its glory days of all music all the time, and/or for those who work with or study the history of media, this book is a lot of fun, as well as informative. One note: while I Want My MTV is a great physical addition to one’s bookshelf, at 600+ pages it’s quite a tome, so perhaps consider the e-book.

Rachel Weiss-Feldman is the Membership Chair & Social Media Coordinator for the NYC Chapter.  On Twitter @RachelWF

When: Tuesday, March 20, 12:30 PM – 2:00 PM
Where: Jackson Diner, 72 University Place (btw. 10th & 11th)

RSVP by March 18 to Janet Mazefsky: jmazefsky (at) aol (dot) com

More details to come!

Fiction lovers of New York, take note!  The Center for Fiction is a non-profit organization devoted solely to celebrating fiction.  Through their numerous panels, lectures, and other events, the Center for Fiction connects writers to their readers.  The Center, located on East 47th St., supports budding writers, curious readers, and literacy projects.  They also run an independent fiction bookshop, and a circulating library collection dating back to 1820.

This Thursday, February 23rd, at 7:00 pm, join the Center for Fiction for one of their free literary events.  Authors Colm Tóibín and Belinda McKeon will be coming together to discuss their writing.  Colm Tóibín is the author of six novels – his most recent being the story collection The Empty Family. Belinda McKeon is a playwright and novelist, whose debut novel Solace was named a Kirkus Outstanding Debut of 2011.  As both writers are from Ireland, this is an excellent opportunity to learn more about Irish literature, and fiction writing in general.

For more information, visit the Center for Fiction website and take a look at their events.

February is a busy month for the women of the WNBA. Read below to see what some of our members have been up to!


Deborah Batterman
 explores what it feels like to see the light at the end of a work-in-progress. So many hours, days, months, years of work coming to an end. Deborah shares her thoughts on her blog, deborahbatterman.com.
Jerusalem Maiden


Talia Carner
‘s novel, Jerusalem Maiden went into third printing! It also won the Forward National Literature Award for historical fiction. You can read the first chapter on her website and/or download a free samplefrom Kindle. And check out the book trailer on YouTube.

Jennifer Cunningham-Lozano, will be writing for a new blog, Simply: A Reading Journal. Exploring new books each month ranging from new fiction to classics. In addition, as part of The Book Nook Center, The Cubby Corner, a children’s reading group, started a new blog dedicated to children’s picture books, fiction and international books.

Susannah Greenberg, WNBA-NYC Publicity Chair and book publicist (SGPR) recently launched an internet radio show on blogtalkradio:  Book Buzz with Susannah Greenberg: All About Books. On the show, Susannah interviews experts in the book industry, book publishing, and writers. The show is for anyone interested in books.

A Place to Die

Dorothy James will be on a blog-tour to promote her novel A Place to Die – An Inspector Georg Buechner Mystery. Organized by Tribute Books, the tour takes place February 6-28. Details.

Jill Tardiff, former WNBA National President, long-time NYC chapter member and publishing-industry entrepreneur turned cheesemonger, aka TheCheeseCrone on Twitter, talks about The Best of Regional Cheesemaking: The Northeast, Monday, February 27 6:00-7:30PM ($8.00). Beecher’s Handmade Cheese, 900 Broadway, corner of 20th Street. Details.

Sophia Peabody Hawthorne


Patricia Valenti
 will speak about Sophia Peabody Hawthorne, wife of Nathaniel, and a professional artist and prolific writer. Patricia will discuss how she addresses the boundaries between life and art in the second volume of her book, Sophia Peabody Hawthorne: A Life. Monday, February 27, 4 – 5:30PM. Cuny Grad Centre, 365 Fifth Avenue. Free and open to the public. Details.
Make sure to check back every Monday for more exciting news!

Linda Epstein, Alan Rickman & Rhona Whitty

We sat in the first row, so close to the front that the usher asked one of us (her) to take her program off the edge of the stage as we were sitting down. It was our date with Alan. Alan Rickman, of course, star of the Broadway show Seminar (*cue Snape, Snape, Severus Snape* tune from Youtube’s Potter Puppets*). We met through the WNBA-NYC two and a half years ago now. No, not Alan Rickman, silly. Rhona and I! We became fast friends and started editing The New York Bookwoman together. That’s the WNBA-NYC newsletter, for all you slugs who aren’t members yet. In that time,  we’ve also gone to see The Rockbottom Remainders, the National Book Award nominee readings, and to many WNBA-NYC events. We’ve gone through the WNBA archival material up at Columbia University. We’ve (wo)manned the WNBA booth at The Brooklyn Book Festival and we’ve attended BEA together. And of course we’ve downed our fair share of cocktails. We are both writers, you know. Rhona’s edited my work. I’ve edited hers. Seminar was ok (Alan was wonderful), but hanging with my writer friend was really what made my day. So here’s the review (hers!):

Five Actors in Search of a Plot…and Characters!

With a plot you could use to strain spaghetti, it would be an insult to your intelligence to issue a spoiler alert for Seminar. Just as it would be an insult to Central Casting circa 1935 to say they want their cliched characters back.

Alan Rickman plays the world-weary failed writer reduced to teaching over-privileged kids about writing. He disappears for two weeks at a time to make dangerous and worthy trips to places like Somalia. (Who visits Somalia for two weeks?) His four students consist of Girl No. 1: Rich, white, blond, in a Central Park-sized rent-controlled apartment, she’s a feminist, and apparently sexually repressed on account of that. Hair pulled back and wearing glasses, she consoles herself by gorging on ice cream and cookie dough. Girl No. 2, is Chinese-American, and to my mind the most risibly cliched of all: she conducts one conversation seated on a sofa with her breasts exposed to the audience. She’s uninhibited to the point of nymphomania, and she writes about sex, winning her the lecherous approbation of the teacher. Boy No. I is Tony Randall who apparently wandered off the set of a Doris Day and Rock Hudson comedy, and into this piece. Preppy (button-down check shirt and sockless,) well-connected, with an over-blown vocabulary and a penchant for shouting his lines, he does his best to provide the comic relief. Then there’s Boy No. 2: As socially obscure as the high-school teacher who recommended him for the course, he’s broke, bespeckled, defensive, and utterly lacking in confidence. And he just happens to be the golden nugget in a pile of dross. Never would have guessed it, would you?

Between the obligatory self-righteous digs at The New Yorker, second-rate writers whoring themselves in Hollywood, the misogynism of Jack Kerouac, and the students wandering around drinking beer straight from the bottle – to prove they’re really students, I presume – the rest of the play was made up of profound observations like: “Writers aren’t people.”  And, “I’m a woman, how can I man-up?” From a purely technical point of view, it was odd that for a play about writing, only a couple of lines were actually read from the pieces submitted by the four hopeful students.

I – who like everyone else on the planet would pay good money to watch Alan Rickman read the phone book – was torn between marveling at what he could do with the slightest twitch of an eyebrow, and wondering what the hell drew him to the part to begin with. Did they promise him 90% of the box office? Will he get to play Dumbledore in Harry Potter the Musical? I’m sure he is the only reason this play is on Broadway. And then I read that the equally talented and vastly-underrated Jeff Goldblum is taking over his part, on April 1, no less! Whatever about the thinly-veiled snark that Rickman used to breathe life into the role, I can’t imagine what Goldblum is going to do with it. And why on earth would he want to play it in the first place?

If despite everything I’ve said you still insist on seeing this play, then go with my friend Linda, who delivered the best line just as the curtain was falling: “Clearly, to be a writer you have to drink scotch.” Or better yet, skip the play altogether, and spend the two hours yapping with her over lunch – I promise you, it’s far more entertaining! If Linda isn’t available, and you have to get your Rickman fix, watch him in ‘Bottle Shock,‘ or in ‘Blow Dry‘ where he does battle with fellow hairdresser Bill Nighy for the coveted Golden Scissors award.

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