A Monthly Arts and Literature Review

I just came across this book review in OPEN LETTERS: A Monthly Arts and Literature Review and wanted to include it here.

Review of Pawprints of Katrina
by Steve Donoghue

When Hurricane Katrina struck New Orleans in August 2005, dozens and dozens of city blocks became inundated swamplands of festering sludge, and thousands of people were displaced and evacuated, n most not knowing when – or even if – they’d ever be able to return. The haphazard squalor of their subsequent fates became the shame of a nation, but there were those who suffered even worse – the pets left behind in the drowned ruins of the city.

Cathy Scott was embedded with the Best Friends Animal Society, a group that ended up rescuing nearly half the estimated fifteen thousand stray or stranded animals scrounging and starving in the wake of the storm. In this meticulously-reported (albeit ploddingly written) account, she tells the stories of all the desperate animals, and all the heroic volunteers who boarded flatboats and searched through attics and garages to find them (the included photographs by Clay Myers, of formerly pampered cats and dogs reduced to haunted-eyed scavengers skulking in the wreckage, are indelibly wrenching).

These are stirring stories, and Scott tells them all – lacking a more poetic touch, this will certainly be the definitive account of Katrina animal rescue. Everything’s here: the owners cruel enough to leave chained and fenced dogs behind; the kittens and puppies born right as Katrina or Rita made landfall, the white-faced older animals who survived against all odds. And, happily, the beginnings of legislation to prevent such ancillary tragedies from happening again:

As a result [of the media attention given to abandoned pets], Hurricane Katrina was a wake-up call with a resounding message: along with people, pets also need to be protected during a disaster. What came out of the televised images, as the world watched in horror, was the vow never to let it be repeated. Katrina proved that people need to be prepared, from individuals putting identifying tags on their pets’ collars or microchipping them to cat owners keeping crates on hand to government officials at all levels mandating provisions for not only humans but their pets.

The essential promise all good, conscientious animal owners make to their charges is rock-bottom simple: I will protect you from harm. If legislation arising from the tragedy of Katrina helps in the keeping of that promise, then some good will have come of those high waters.

Photo of first responder Craig Hill in the Lower Ninth Ward by Clay Myers.

Looking back, moving forward

Photo of Ali MacGraw, with Jemima, and Cathy Scott, with Mia, by Clay Myers.

The year 2008 was more than good to me. Pawprints of Katrina, a book near to my heart, was released to a crowd of 200 at Best Friends Animal Sanctuary in southern Utah on a beautiful July day. There to welcome the book was actress and animal advocate Ali MacGraw, who lent her good name to the project by writing a beautiful foreword.

In late January, I walked with volunteers, and covered, the Mardi Gras Barkus Parade. We received a rousing welcome from the crowd and VIP stand as we carried the Best Friends Animal Society’s banner through New Orleans’ French Quarter.

One weekend, I taught a writers’ workshop for Authors of the Flathead in Kalispell, Montana, and met wonderfully inspiring future authors eager to make their mark in the literary world.

I went on a book tour that included, besides the kick-off event in Kanab, Utah, a signing in La Jolla, CA, at Warwick’s, three signings in Las Vegas, one in Santa Fe (more about that, below), Washington, D.C., and went on numerous speaking engagements.

In September, I spoke at the 2008 National Book Festival in Washington, D.C., on the Mall before 250 people about the animals rescued from Hurricane Katrina. I had breakfast at the White House and dinner at the Library of Congress, both hosted by First Lady Laura Bush, who has pushed literacy during her eight years in D.C. It was an incredible weekend and one I won’t soon forget.

Then, in November, photographer Clay Myers, whose heartwarming photos grace the pages of Pawprints of Katrina, his wife, Cathie, and I flew to Santa Fe, New Mexico, for a book signing there with Ali MacGraw, where she lives. It’s been a joy getting to know her. She’s unpretentious, giving and truly cares about all creatures. She took us for a quiet dinner at Cafe Pasqual, where the red carpet was rolled out. The book signing at Garcia Street Books was a great success, with many of Ali’s friends stopping by. I now count Ali and her son Josh Evans and daughter-in-law Charis Michelsen as friends. They’re grounded, thoughtful people and I’m richer for knowing them.

For two days, I walked a precinct with childhood friend Vickie Pynchon — blogger, mediator/negotiator, author, literary editor extraodinaire in Los Angeles — and then attended a November 4 election party with Vickie and her husband, attorney Stephen Goldberg, at the Rio Hotel in Las Vegas. Vickie was one of 1,000 attorneys who converged in Las Vegas — because Nevada was a swing state — to make sure all was copacetic at the polls.

I have another true crime book in the works — and a contract with St. Martin’s Press True Crime Library — and I have assignments I’m working on for Best Friends Magazine and Web site. Life is good. I look forward to 2009. I’m enormously grateful to readers and animal lovers worldwide!

‘loves me loves me not’

I’ve just been published in the latest online edition of R.KV.R.Y. Quarterly Literary Journal. My good friend Victoria Pynchon is editor-in-chief of the online magazine she founded four years ago and has invited me in the past to submit something nonjournalistic. So I finally, last summer, got around to writing a literary nonfiction piece I’d been toying with for years. It’s not that it was too lengthy to write; it was the topic that was difficult — dredging up the past and all.

After a couple false starts, I hunkered down and finished it. And then Vickie accepted it for inclusion in her quarterly. I’m thrilled to sit on a page beside Vickie and her esteemed stable of literary writers.

My contribution is titled “Loves me loves me not.” Writing it was definitely cathartic (which you’ll understand once you’ve read it), while, at the same time, quite private. I feel a bit naked, now that it’s in a quarterly and on the Internet for all to see. But, life and circumstances happen, and we move on. That’s what I tried to do, successfully or not. Today, for me, it feels like it happened in another lifetime. C’est la vie.

You can read it here.

A Letter from Laura Bush

Just before Thanksgiving, I received a letter from Laura Bush, thanking me for my participation in the 2008 National Book Festival. What struck me about the letter was that it spoke directly to the 30-minute speech I gave — one of several dozen given throughout the day on the National Mall.

Now, I know the First Lady didn’t write it herself –she signed it — but her people took the time to do it. They knew that the Pavilion I was in was overflowing with people who listened to my speech that September day and that the story of a 12-year-old boy and a dog named Cujo brought the audience to tears at the Eighth Annual National Book Festival in Washington, D.C. Just retelling it brought me to tears as well.

Cujo’s is one of many stories in my book Pawprints of Katrina: Pets Saved and Lessons Learned. I was one of 70 grateful authors, illustrators and poets invited to the weekend’s prestigious event, organized and sponsored by the Library of Congress and hosted by First Lady Laura Bush.

I spent the weekend in the company of such authors, writers and poets as Salman Rushdie, Tiki Barber, Cokie Roberts, Kimberly Dozier, Jon Scieszka, Judith Viorst, Daniel Schorr, Bob Schieffer and Eleanor Clift. I spent time with Pauline Frommer, author with her father, Arthur, of Frommer’s Travel Guides, because we share the same publisher — John Wiley & Sons. We hung out in the Hospitality Pavilion with PJ Campbell and Keira Kordowski, in charge of events at Wiley, as we waited for our respective events to begin.

All the writers ate breakfast in the State Dining Room in the East Wing of the White House. Afterward, Mrs. Bush went outside with us, on the White House steps, and a photographer took our photo (above; that’s me, second row, fourth from the right wearing a white blouse with a Best Friends Animal Society logo).

Having a book about the rescue of pets from Katrina included in the festival was special beyond words. And getting an acknowledgment, no matter our politics, from Laura Bush, who promotes reading through the Library of Congress, was the icing on the cake.

Time flies … too fast

Time flies by, so much so that nearly 16 years passed before seeing school friend Noni McGowan’s son again. Circumstances changed, and Morgan moved to Michigan when he was around 13. The last time I saw him he was 18; he was in town and showed up on a holiday, at my doorstep, to say goodbye before leaving for Michigan again.

Growing up, he spent weekends at my beach house in South Mission Beach (San Diego) with my son, Raymond, and me. For a few months, he and his mom lived with me. Morgan loved hanging out at Hamel’s Surf Shop, located on the boardwalk, to inline skate and skateboard just north of the lifeguard tower.

Earlier this week, Morgan was in San Diego with his family, so I flew down for the day for a get-together at Sammy’s Woodfired Pizza in Pt. Loma. It was great fun, reminiscing. It was as if no time at all had gone by.

Morgan went on to college, graduated, moved to Kalamazoo, now works for a communications company and has a family of his own. I couldn’t be more proud if he were my own son.

Group photo (standing), Morgan, Emma, Drew, Cathy, Cordelia, Bob, Claire, Raymond, and (seated), Karen and Jake.

NPR Features ‘Beneath the Neon’

I stumbled across a front-page story on National Public Radio’s site a couple days ago. To my pleasant surprise was a feature story and interview of my friend Matt O’Brien about his wanderings underground in Las Vegas. The story and radio interview, titled “Sucked Into The Tunnels Beneath Las Vegas,” can be heard and read here.

Matt’s research is a five-year, hands-on study of a different kind for Las Vegas’ underworld; this one isn’t connected to the Mob. His book Beneath the Neon, released in 2007, was reviewed by local media as well as national, including Salon.com. And CBS weighed in too. Getting on NPR, however, was a real coup.

It’s amazing what a national presence brings. Sales rankings on Amazon for Beneath the Neon rose to between 1,000 and 2,000, which is an incredible ruler for how it’s doing online — very well, in my book. A few days later, it was back down to 10,000 (which is still very much a respectable sales ranking).

Matt’s a humble guy and kept the news of the story mostly to himself.

"Is it on your blog?" I asked him.

"Nah, I didn’t want to look like I was bragging."

"Brag," I told him. "Post it."

Being the modest guy he is, the NPR story still isn’t posted on his blog, so I’m blogging it for him by posting it to my own blog. Here’s to you, Matt. Congratulations.

Not-so-distant look back at competitive news coverage

Charlie Fern, an editor in the early ’90s at the now-closed Vista Press, a daily newspaper in North San Diego County, reminded me recently in a Twitter comment of the strong competitiveness we had in the newsroom in those days. The 50-year-old Vista Press was in direct competition with the San Diego Union’s North County edition. The Union (this was before it merged to become the San Diego Union-Tribune) was huge by comparison.

Still, Charlene, who was managing editor — and my boss — of the Vista Press, an Andrews McMeel Universal-owned paper, recalled that we scooped the SD Union on a regular basis. Maybe it was because the reporters all had fire in their bellies to get it first. This last weekend, she started a Twitter conversation about her view of some print reporters and their current complacency.

“”Do what you say and say it in color,” Charlene said, “because it matters.”

The Vista Press, she wrote on Twitter (quite complimentary), “was at its best (when Cathy Scott, Russell Klika, Leslie Hueholt, etc., were there), proving a small paper could run circles around a metro. We had a great, competitive staff, for the most part, and a lot of competition. That drives excellence.”

She also reminded me of a breaking story I wrote, on deadline and calling it in from the scene, of a garbage truck worker who, while standing behind a truck with a full load, was buried alive underneath garbage. It took an army of law enforcement — and even medium-security California state prisoners — 12 hours to locate his body. I remained at the scene and Charlene held the presses until the story was done. It made the first edition in the morning, beating the other papers in the area. “Holding the presses was thrilling, even if I got in trouble for it,” she said.

While at the Vista Press, I also covered Camp Pendleton Marine Corps base, went on training missions with Marines on base and out to sea, and to Somalia to cover Operation Restore Hope.

Fellow reporters and photogs at that small paper mostly moved on to bigger and better journalism jobs: Klika, for one, became a combat photographer, with two tours of duty in Iraq, and is now a civilian combat photo instructor for the National Guard; Leslie moved on to the Tulsa World; Deniene Husted to the Los Angeles Times, I went to the Las Vegas Sun, and Charlene, well, she went to work at the White House (after first going to the Texas governor’s mansion) as Laura Bush’s personal speechwriter. Many others who came before us have moved upward and onward too.

North San Diego County was a fertile training ground for us. We worked our tails off, learned to crunch on deadline and also felt the sense of accomplishment with the occasional scoop over our seemingly giant neighbor, the SD Union. It was David and Goliath, and occasionally David won.

Photo, by Russell Klika, of Cathy gearing up to board a military helicopter at Camp Pendleton to cover an exercise over the Pacific Ocean.

Reasons to be thankful

Three years ago this week I was at a Hurricane Katrina rescue center in Tylertown, Mississipi, covering the holiday for Best Friends Animal Society. Writing about rescued animals. Working with them. Writing about volunteers. Getting to know them. What a difference three years makes. Animal consultant Sherry Woodard took time out to play with a dozen pups (pictured above) — all post-Katrina victims, born on the streets. They were lucky.

Last year I was in Pahrump, Nevada, spending an outdoor Thanksgiving (photo above) covering an unTurkey dinner (delicious) with volunteers who spent their holiday caring for 800 cats confiscated from a hoarding situation.

Lots to be thankful for this year. Wonderful job with Best Friends as a staff writer. Nice gig in my spare time writing books. Great old friends. Great new friends. Great family. GREAT companion dogs.

Speaking of, I’m taking my three critters hiking in Red Rock Canyon Thanksgiving morning — just my dogs and me — then to a friend’s house for dinner with my good friend and fellow writer Chip. Good company with my dogs in the morning in a beautiful, quiet natural setting, then good company later with friends in a festive environment.

Peace and a happy, safe Thanksgiving to one and all!

Photos by me.

Viva Santa Fe

I’m heading with my Katrina dog Mia to Santa Fe, New Mexico, for a second book signing for Pawprints of Katrina with Ali MacGraw — this one on her home turf. We leave tomorrow, arrive at the Albuquerque airport in the afternoon and wait for photographer Clay Myers and his wife Cathie to arrive. Then we’ll drive to Santa Fe, check into our hotel and then meet Ali for dinner. The next day, we head to Garcia Street Books for a book signing (4 to 5 p.m.).

I was on local public radio this morning in Santa Fe. A crowd is expected, so it should be fun. Will blog about it, plus Clay is taking photos (and his wife will be stepping in to take some of him with us as well). I’ll post them here and also on Mia’s blog.

Cartoonist sues SoCal paper

Steve Kelley, one-time political and social cartoonist for the San Diego Union-Tribune, has sued his former employer.

Kelley is claiming unfair competition after he says he was employed to sketch a joint comic strip — scheduled to begin running in the Union-Trib this year — with Steve Breen, the paper’s current editorial cartoonist. The deal, however, fell flat.

For its part, the paper has denied any wrongdoing, and its attorneys have countered by asking a San Diego County Superior Court judge to toss out the suit. The case is expected to be heard in February of next year.

There’s no love lost between Kelley and the Union-Trib. In May 2001, he was fired over a dispute about a drawing killed by the editorial-page editor before it was published because it showed partial butt cracks of two teenagers.

After Kelley was sacked, he went to work as an editorial cartoonist for the New Orleans Times- Picayune while continuing to live in San Diego.

Meanwhile, the family owned San Diego daily, affectionally known to locals as the U-T, is for sale. So far, three rounds of lay-offs and buy-outs have occurred as the paper tries to stay afloat during tough economic times.

Cartoon by Steve Kelley, copyright The Times-Picayune

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