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Thursday, January 08, 2004

News o' the morning 

So the state of Michigan has enacted a law that forces newsstands and booksellers to "cover up" explicit material. Now the booksellers are getting pissed, saying that the law could be extended to romance novels and sex ed books. Hmm, free speech, or prudishness? We'll see who wins this round.

Those pesky bookmakers are at it again, installing odds on the Whitbread overall prize: Mark Haddon's the front runner at 2-1, while DBC Pierre comes in at 4-1. Whether or not Haddon takes the overall prize or not, just by winning the best novel award, booksellers are predicting the book will be an even bigger bestseller than it has been already.

Jayson Blair, the war-correspondent version: USA Today's Jack Kelley, who was covering the war in Iraq, has resigned over allegations of fabricating stories.

Shena McKay, who was shortlisted for the Whitbread for HELIGOLAND, is a synthesete. She talks about life with mixed-up senses with the Telegraph.

Children's author Jacqueline Wilson chatted with Guardian fans online yesterday, message-board style. Her answers are now up.

Andrew Taylor reviews Peter Robinson's newest Inspector Banks novel, PLAYING WITH FIRE, for the Independent. A book I still haven't read, dammit. Guess I'll have to wait for the Canadian release date like all the other mortals.

Eric Mayer, author of several historical novels with Mary Reed, weighs in on L'Affaire Yagoda at his blog.

And finally, some people are up in arms over an Australian study that claims that it's virtually impossible for sopranos to be understood because they have to distort words to hit the high notes. Without getting into a whole treatise on singing (I'm classically trained, though mezzo-soprano these days) if you're going to hit a note like a high C, you're pretty much trying to make sure that your voice is controlled, that the note is clear and will carry, and that you at least have the gist of the word in there. If there's a consonant around it, forget it--sing through it, as the vowel is what counts. I do agree the whole "smile" business is crap, and also that a singer's "true voice" is often a lot uglier than we'd like to admit--but boy, can it carry.

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