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BrooklynFans Of Books: “The Fever King” By Victoria Lee

The Fever King

By Victoria Lee

Skyscape; hardcover, 384 pages; $16.99; available Friday, March 1

Victoria Lee, a moral psychologist, is fascinated by how out emotions affect and influence the ethical decisions we make. With inspiration from her extensive research and study of the grey area between heroic and villainous acts and how both can be justified by the individual’s own subjective point of view, she has written her debut novel, The Fever King.

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BrooklynFans Of Books: Dr. Pimple Popper Gives Skincare Techniques

Put Your Best Face Forward: The Ultimate Guide to Skincare from Acne to Anti-Aging

By Sandra Lee, MD

Dey Street Books; paperback, $25.99

Dr. Sandra Lee shot to fame when she started to post videos of her “popping pimples” on her YouTube channel, which has 4.6 million subscribers, and on Instagram. It turns out that people love watching things being extracted from people’s skin, so much so that the videos from this Southern California dermatologist have been viewed nearly three billion times.

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BrooklynFans Of Books: “Hate Crime Hoax” By Dr. Wilfred Reilly

Hate Crime Hoax: How the Left is Selling a Fake Race War

By Dr. Wilfred Reilly

Regnery Publishing; hardcover, $28.99; available Tuesday, February 26

Last week, the country was dealing with the news that actor Jussie Smollet’s claim of being attacked in Chicago by two guys wearing “Make America Great Again” hats was revealed to be a hoax, and he was charged with a felony.

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BrooklynFans Of Books: On How Politics Has Evolved

(President Donald Trump greets House Speaker Nancy Pelosi before delivering the State Of The Union address on February 5)

There are three new books on the state of politics in United States and the world, and how we got to this moment of polarization: Nervous States by Willqim Davies; Fault Lines by Kevin M. Kruse and Julian E. Zelizer, and Positive Populism by Steve Hilton.

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BrooklynFans Of Books: “The Lost Night,” Set in Williamsburg

The Lost Night

By Andrea Bartz

Crown; hardcover, 336 pages; $27.00; available Tuesday, February 26

Andrea Bartz, a journalist and essayist from Brooklyn, coauthored the blog and book Stuff Hipsters Hate in 2010. Her debut novel, The Lost Night, is set in Williamsburg, and she delves into the complex tangle of relationships and love and brilliantly captures that moment of being a twenty-something in a big city. This is probably the first time you’re all alone in the city, when drama-riddled friendships feel crucial and everlasting, and when you feel invincible.

For inspiration, Bartz looked no further than her own experience as a postgrad in Brooklyn’s late-naughts hipster scene. Bartz, whose work has appeared in the Wall Street Journal, Vogue, and Harper’s Bazaar and many other publications, focused on how McKibbin Lofts, then a legendary dorm for young artsy types, might play out as the site of a mysterious death.

The Lost Night asks provocative questions such as, how well do we really know our closest friends, and how far will people go to protect their own dark secrets?

The story is centered around Lindsay Bach, who is content with her life at the moment: She has a solid job at a glossy men’s magazine, devoted best friends, and her own cozy apartment. She’s certainly come a long way from her post-grad life in circa-2009 Brooklyn, when she and a group of recent graduates gathered nightly in a Bushwick loft complex to indulge in cheap whiskey, endless Pabst Blue Ribbon, and whatever deafening concerts and parties pounded through the building. And Lindsay’s long since moved on from the horrible event that brought the era to an abrupt end: the night when Edie, the group’s mercurial, seductive ringleader, was found in her apartment with a suicide note on her computer and a bullet in her head.

Back then, an overwhelming mix of grief, shock, and long-standing resentment forced the group to scatter, and Lindsay grew up and moved on. Everything changes when, a decade after Edie’s untimely death, Lindsay discovers an unsettling video that forces her to ask if Edie was actually murdered—and, worse, if Lindsay herself was unwittingly involved. As she rifles through those months in 2009—combing through case files, old technology, and her fractured memory—Lindsay is forced to confront the demons of her own violent history to bring the truth to light.

As Lindsay sees to reconstruct that time period, she reconnects with old friends, peruses old social media posts and pictures, and then, after a friend helped unlock an old e-mail account, reads messages from that time to piece to see if there were warning signs about Edie.

“Time to start reading emails then. I attempted to sort them by date but accidentally brought them up by size, so the one at the top had huge files hanging off of it as attachments. Edie’s subject line: ‘HOT BUSHWICK JAMZ.’ I opened it and found twelve .mp3s tacked onto a quick hello – oh god, it was a playlist, from back before songs streamed through the air, when we bought music piecemeal (or ripped it off LimeWire) and uploaded it into devices that didn’t yet intuit what we’d want to hear based on our constantly fine-tuned preferences. I popped in earbuds and dragged the files into my toolbar’s long-dormant iTunes player: first, a lush synth-heavy number with braided, building chords. I hit next: a dramatic eighties-style hit, something appropriate for the climax of a John Hughes movie.

“I skipped ahead to a stripped-down head-bobber with reverb-y guitars and droning male voices. I could picture them, onstage just inches from Edie and me in a semilegal venue: a troupe of skinny guys in plaid shirts or big trench coats, nodding their heads with their hair shaken over their faces. I read over the band names and smiled – lots of woodland creatures, a few colors. None of them had gone on to greatness, which probably would’ve made Edie and me turn on them anyway.

“We’d loved going to shows together. One night I had turned to Edie from the packed audience of a concert, what felt like the milionth, and the whole crowd was so excited and the band onstage was killing it and Edie and I had just locked eyes, happiness rushing up through me like froth. She’d reached out and squeezed my arm with both hands, and for one second, life was perfect.

“Edie had that air of never seeming to care what anyone thought of her, which of course made everyone desperate for her approval. She spoke lazily, softly, and people leaned in to listen. She smiled and raised an eyebrow when you said something dumb, a look that hurt like a hot iron. And when she laughed, when you got it right and she tipped her hat back to guffaw…

“I hit forward and got an intense drum intro, then a hyper-pulsing baseline: same venue, different punk kids onstage sweating and flailing while the crowd slammed into itself. I pictured as playing the song on Edie’s computer speakers, shaking our hips as we applied eyeliner and got ready for a night out in Williamsburg. The music felt ageless now; it was angry but somehow defiantly joyful, a middle finger to the sky.

“As the song pummeled into my headphones, I searched by date and found the last email Edie ever sent me. It was a group email from our mutual friend about her coworker’s show at Spike Hill that Friday (the Friday); Edie had replied-all to say that she was probably going to stay in. No other emails from her that week, which made sense given our big blowup the weekend before.

“I decided to work the other way, beginning with the oldest emails, from January. We volleyed back and forth almost daily, mundane emails peppered with our own affected shorthand: ‘see you on fridaze’ and ‘let’s get some burr’ and ‘sofa king’ as our go-to adverbial clause (‘sound it out.’ she’d prompted on first usage). she complained about her fashion-school classmates; I told her about a hot but ‘possibly aspy’ boy who’d left his socks on during sex. A sense of privacy infused every email, our own little world. People have described romantic relationships to me that way; perhaps this was the closest I’d gotten.”

Author Appearance: Andrea Bartz will be appearing at Books Are Magic (225 Smith Street, Brooklyn, NY 11231, booksaremagic.net, 718-246-2665) on Friday, March 1 at 7:30 p.m. in a discussion with fellow author Jason Diamond.

I had the chance to catch up with Bartz recently to discuss The Lost Night:

Jason Schott: How much is The Lost Night, including its main character, Lindsay, based on you?

(Photo by Kate Lord)

Andrea Bartz: There are definitely elements based on my own experience. I really was 23 in 2009, and I really did go to a lot of parties in McKibbin Lofts and concerts in DIY venues in Bushwick. But Lindsay has very different problems from me: I don’t question if I killed anyone, so already we’re very different there! Basically, Lindsay is all of my insecurities and neuroses the nth-degree, which hopefully makes her a compelling narrator. Some people find her immature or annoying, but I think she wouldn’t be believable if she weren’t still very self-conscious and analytical and trying to figure herself and other people out. I think that’s what makes her interesting and, hopefully, relatable: All those thoughts at least originated from my brain, even if we don’t share all of the same neuroses.

JS: Where are you from originally and when did you move to Brooklyn?

AB: I’m from the Milwaukee area originally, and then I went to school outside of Chicago and moved to New York right afterward. It was 2008 when I graduated, and I was lucky to get one of the last few jobs before Conde Nast had a hiring freeze. I was an assistant at a glossy magazine and going to a lot of press events and going out with my friends, making $27,000 a year and spending way too much of it on nights out, like you do when you’re 22. It was only years later that I realized what an interesting time that was; in 2008, nobody knew what was going on, but 2009—I think Lindsay described it as being like right after an avalanche, where you’re like, “Is there more coming? Is it going to get worse?” In some ways, it was an incredible time to be a young, creative person because there was no money anyway and the whole American Dream had just been ripped out from under us, so you might as well go all in on your respective art. At the time, I did follow a traditional trajectory where I moved through different magazine jobs and worked my way up the ladder, but I definitely knew a lot of people where that was just a year of running wild. It was a unique turning point for how Americans viewed meritocracy and viewed the promise of capitalism and of getting a degree. I thought that would make really fertile ground for a story set in the middle of all that instability.

JS: This is a story people can empathize with now, in the sense that things haven’t changed that much. 30 years ago, there was much more of a guarantee that you would go to college and then go right to work. Do you think your story shows that people just decided to live it up when it felt like their world was crashing down, a lot more willing to take risks?

AB: I set it in 2009 when I was 23 years old, but readers of different ages have read it and said stuff like, “This is a great thriller with a mysterious death set in the ’90s in New York.” They relate it to whenever they had that period in their early 20s. 2009 was a particularly interesting time to be out on your own for the first time, but people of all ages—people younger than us who really didn’t know the world before the Great Recession, older people who grew up in boom times or other recessions or the dot-com bubble—for everyone, it’s a unique time when you finish school and suddenly you’re off the conveyor belt, right? You’re on your own and there’s a sense of invincibility. When you look back years later, you have this feeling of, “How on Earth did we survive? I shouldn’t be alive now!” That’s kind of universal. I was looking for a particular time that jibed with my own experience, but other people seem to find some similarities with their own experiences within that.

JS: How did you zero in on the idea of centering this book around someone killing themselves? Is that based at all on your life?

AB: No. I knew I wanted to write a mystery, so I needed a death. Then the question was, “What would be an interesting setting in which to have the death?” When I started writing this in 2014, we were still very much in an anti-hipster period. It still exists now, but at the time, it was like, “Those terrible, insufferable creatures who didn’t care about anything—they were the worst!” But I was thinking about my own experiences in McKibbin Lofts, and what a close-knit, closed-doors world it was: this microcosm, this crucible of a subculture, really, where you could walk in on a Friday night without any idea what was going on, and you could find an open mic, two concerts, a play, and a party, and everyone was strangers who didn’t feel like strangers together. I just thought how interesting it would be if, at the end of one of those nights, when a million different storylines happened, there was a dead body.

JS: The way you describe the communal living in Williamsburg was compelling. How unique is that to here?

AB: It’s a great question. Was McKibbin Lofts the only thing like that? No. Is it even the most extreme example of that? Absolutely not. What comes to mind is in Oakland, Ghost Ship was this huge, sprawling warehouse, DIY to the max, a co-living, co-working studio space built up from plywood. In December 2016, there was a fire during a concert there that killed 36 people. There was that beautiful, affecting New York Times Magazine cover story about it not too long ago, and as I read it, I was thinking, “I’ve been to DIY spaces in East Williamsburg that definitely were not up to code and didn’t have all the fire escapes you would need. It absolutely could have been me.” So there definitely were other huge loft buildings where artsy people were congregating and having concerts and creating art together in a lot of different hubs, right? I’m sure they were in Austin and LA and Portland and all over the place. And people who’ve been in those other spaces should relate and, hopefully, will understand that energy, which felt unique and special. And hopefully, when they’re reading about it, even people who’ve never set foot in one of those will still find it interesting and understand what it’s like to feel like you’re a part of something small and special that’s actually huge and spread out across the world.

BrooklynFans Of Books: Dr. Sebastian Gorka On How U.S. Can Win War On Terror

Defeating Jihad: The Winnable War

By Dr. Sebastian Gorka

Regnery Publishing; hardcover; $27.99

Since September 11, 2001, America has been at war. And that’s about all anyone can say with certainty about a conflict that has cost 7,000 American lives and almost $2 trillion. As long as the most basic strategic questions, such as who the enemy is and why we are fighting, remain unanswered, victory is impossible.

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BrooklynFans Of Books: Unpublished Black History From the NY Times In “Unseen”

Unseen: Unpublished Black History From The New York Times Photo Archives

By Darcy Eveleigh, Dana Canedy, Damien Cave,and Rachel L. Swarns

Black Dog & Leventhal Publishers; hardcover, 304 pages; $29.99

Hundreds of stunning images from black history have long been buried in The New York Times archives, and now they are being published.

Unseen uncovers these never-before published photographs and tells the stories behind them.

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BrooklynFans Of Books: Tarkenton On How Seniors Can Be “Safe & Secure”

Safe & Secure: 10 Essential Steps for Seniors to Protect Against Financial Abuse

By Fran Tarkenton and Rick Gossett

Rengery Pubkishin; $14.99

Fran Tarkenton is best known for his career as a Hall of Fame quarterback with the Giants and Minnesota Vikings. He then  went on to be a successful businessman and entrepreneur. One of his businesses, Tarkenton Financial LLC, focuses on retirement income strategies.

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