Archive for September, 2007

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There are some great photos, and photo books, of animals out there. So many that you can get inured to how amazing really great photographs of animals can be. Just when you think you’ve seen them all, someone like a Nick Brandt or Steve Bloom comes along and blows you away. And now comes Andrew Zuckerman.

Andrew is an accomplished New York-based photographer and filmmaker whose technique for shooting animals is simple, but totally distinctive. He drops the background out to total white, bringing the subject forward for full effect; the minimalist approach serves the beastly subjects perfectly (perhaps this is why swissmiss likes his work so much). Their individuality and a sense of real depth come through.

The result is a big, bold book of his animal photos that is hard to miss. And check this part out: Andrew made two awesome little films of how he shot this work and his press check (below). Frankly, it’s not easy to make publishing look so…dynamic, catchy even. Young and old alike love this book, so keep an eye out for it. It will make you look—really look—at the next animal you see.

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Alan Rapp
Senior Editor

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Last Christmas, my sisters gleefully gave me the DVD of The Devil Wears Prada. Since it’s kind of a stupid movie, I wondered what the hell it was doing in my stocking. Apparently they thought it was a hilarious way to welcome me to the world of post-graduate life for an English major. “You’ll probably be fetching so many coffees next year,” my sisters told me. Mind you, they are both sixteen years of age and really have no right to make fun of anyone. Be that as it may, it’s true that competitive industries like publishing look scary on the outside. We all know first-hand, thanks to the scientific accuracy of movies (Legally Blonde) and television (Ugly Betty), that you have to earn your way: making copies; being called “Intern” rather than the name your mother gave you at birth; being paid little to nothing; and sitting in the corner between the wall and the filing cabinet whilst the other interns—in some sort of office-environment embodiment of Darwin’s “Eat or be eaten”—glare at you, attempt to bug your computer, and threaten you with bodily harm. Ugh!

Several months later, I was shipping out to California, just in time to land a Chronicle Books internship at the end of summer. You might imagine what thoughts might have been running through my mind while headed to Chronicle for my first day. Would my bosses be wearing furs? How many times each day would I be required to run down the street for a non-fat, extra-hot, no-sugar, double-shot, half-hazelnut latte? Would I do something really stupid, like burp in a meeting, or spill food on my shirt, or cause one of those amazing copy-machine mishaps in which reams of paper spew maniacally out of every feed? Would the other interns be nice to me? Would they be wearing furs?
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The flavor of pepper is often not appreciated as more than half of the ubiquitous salt-and-pepper duo that performs in the background of most savory dishes. This is a dish that takes pepper seriously, as it should be taken, for its unique flavor. It is based on a meal I had at Brunton Boatyard in Cochin, close to the source of the finest pepper on earth.

I have several different types of black pepper at home, and when making this dish, I use a combination of two or three different types of black pepper, and sometimes also a little Indonesian cubeb pepper. Although that is an interesting way to experience the variation and complexity of the flavor of black pepper, it is by no means necessary, but I do think that it is vital to use freshly bought black peppercorns. And it is absolutely crucial to use whole peppercorns that you crush yourself.

The addition of chicken livers gives the dish more body. If you do not like the texture of liver, you can chop them, and they will more or less disintegrate, making a thick gravy.

Serve with rice and possibly also nan bread or yellow rice. I like to have a small bowl of yogurt with a little bit of finely chopped onion and a sprinkle of freshly ground cloves as a soothing accompaniment to the fiery pepper. A simple tomato salad is also nice, or a few chunks of mango, with or without a sprinkle of chili powder or red pepper flakes and chives.

If you do not have a mortar and pestle and mortar, you can crush the pepper on a cutting board using a heavy skillet.

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Serves 4 as a main course

4 large boneless chicken breasts, preferably with skin

2 tablespoons coarsely crushed black peppercorns, or more to taste, plus 1 tablespoon whole peppercorns

1/2 cup chicken stock or bouillon

2 teaspoons fresh green peppercorns or dried green peppercorns, reconstituted in 3 tablespoons hot water for 10 minutes, drained, and coarsely crushed

4 to 6 onions, chopped

2 to 4 cloves garlic, chopped

Oil for panfrying, such as canola

8 ounces chicken livers, or more if desired, cleaned and chopped

Salt

2 to 4 tablespoons butter or ghee (optional)

2 teaspoons finely chopped fresh ginger

Cut several 2/3- to 1-inch-long slashes in each chicken breast, and rub the breasts with half of the crushed black peppercorns.

In a small pot, combine the chicken stock and whole peppercorns and bring to a boil. Reduce the heat, cover, and keep at a simmer.

Heat a tablespoon or so of oil in a large deep skillet over high heat. Sauté the onions and garlic with the rest of the crushed black pepper for 3 to 5 minutes, until starting to lightly brown. Transfer to a bowl or plate.

Season the chicken breasts and livers with salt. Add the breasts to the pan and cook for 3 to 4 minutes over high heat. Reduce the heat to medium-high, add the livers, onions and garlic, green peppercorns, and chicken stock (with or without the whole peppercorns left in), and cook for 10 to 12 minutes, until the chicken breasts are cooked through.

Just before serving, stir in the butter, if desired, and the ginger. If desired, season with more crushed pepper to taste.

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As we roll into October—the month of rock and roll “monster mashes” and hyperactive children—I think it’s important to take a moment and consider the current state of monster/human interspecies relationships. I’m not the first to say it, but I consider myself in good company when I remind the general populace that our civilization is simply not taking the monster threat seriously enough. Instead of putting our medical research facilities to work on a werewolf vaccine or designing giant, remote-controlled robot monsters to defend us against possible Godzilla attacks, we line up at the box office for the latest tentacle whipping extravaganza, read boy wizard-at-school novels, or sit down for a quick game of Ick, by monster-apologist Michael Slack.

Whether he’s creating fanciful illustrations of Doctor Jekyll or designing collections of crawling creepies, Michael seems bent on making us get all warm and fuzzy for the legions of his fanged, horned, many-limbed shambling monsters. No matter how cute/gross (grute? Can that be a new word?) his creatures are, I can’t help but feel we’re treading on dangerous ground—buttering ourselves up, getting soft under the belly. Will we be prepared when the monsters shuffle their way towards our homes with evil in their eyes (or eye), or, after years of cute monster media exposure, will we extend our hands in friendship, only to have them gleefully chomped off?

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Oddreigo: 4-armed multi-tasker or menace to society?
Scabigal: Shy sewer-dweller or carrier of water-borne pathogens?
King Stink: Strategic trump card or bloodthirsty bandit?

Consider the nuts and bolts of Ick: You, the human player, align yourself with a collection of drooling, bug-eyed, gibbering monsters as they race to collect piles and piles of gross stuff, from severed limbs and popped eyeballs to toxic slime and moldy pillows. With plenty of backstabbing and fast-paced turnovers, and the “King Stink” trump card lurking somewhere in the draw pile, fortunes change easily and often—we thus begin to learn the antisocial monster code of “every creature for himself.” Remember it well in the days ahead—they will show you no mercy!

I should note that I was Michael’s editor on this project. And so, should we lose our edge during the coming monster war, I will be partially to blame. If our cities are overrun by all manner of ghoulish beasts and the innocent run for their lives, you may see me on a ruined street corner, pounding my fists and screaming “You maniacs! You finally did it! Damn you!”

Meet the monsters of Ick here. Michael will urge you to consider these creatures your friends. He’ll say they’re gentle as lambs and fun as a barrel of fireworks. Maybe he’s right, but I’m not so sure. Be careful, and happy almost October…

Jason Sacher
Assistant Editor

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Memories of my grandmother include getting kicked out of my bed when she’d come to visit, listening to her talk for hours in Italian–with my name occasionally popping up, and burnt meals. Clearly I couldn’t win the Good Granny/Bad Granny contest going on over at illustrator Patricia Storms’ blog. You can email Patricia your best Good Granny or Bad Granny story and if you’re tale is picked you’ll win a signed copy of the book from her. For all the details head on over to her blog and for inspiration be sure to check out the book!

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Christina Loff
Associate Publicist