The Friday Quiz: Back to the Books
Another excursion into bestsellers past. I can't help it -- the Wombat just finds the old lists too inviting to pass up. Excuse the long-winded setup on this two-part question, which is not as complicated as the thicket of verbiage that precedes it might suggest.
This bestselling author wrote his first novel while still an undergraduate, in 1920. After working for some time as a journalist (and continuing to write novels under a psuedonym) he began to have enough success as a novelist to work at it full-time. In 1933 The British Weekly commissioned a 3,000-word short story from him to be published in its Christmas edition. The unabashedly sentimental piece he turned in was over five times that length, and it was published as a special illustrated insert. The story was then sold to The Atlantic Monthly in the U.S., and was an immediate in the States: it wound up published in a hardcover edition that made it the No. 4 fiction bestseller in the U.S. in 1934, and continuing in 1935 as the No. 5 fiction bestseller, according to Publishers Weekly.
The same author ALSO hit the yearly Top 10 in '35 with another story -- one he wrote and published before the short-story-turned-novel mentioned above. In this case, it was a novel he'd published with quite a different theme, back in 1933. It took Britain's Hawthornden Prize in 1934. It took a little longer to become an enormous success in America, rising to No. 8 on the Publishers Weekly chart for 1935. The author continued to have big hits in the forties, but none as well-remembered as these two books. The title of one is well-known, even though the book is not widely read any more. It was adapted as a successful film in 1937, and re-adapted more than once. The other -- also adapted for the movies -- is best remembered not for its title, but for a name coined in the book that has passed into such common use that it appears in many dictionaries. President Franklin Roosevelt was so taken with it, that he used this name to denote a favorite place-- now known by a different name.
What are the names of the two books? For a bonus point, name the author. For a second, super-bonus point, a gold star, and a roll of Smarties, by what name do we know the place Roosevelt loved?
First correct answer posted to comments wins a damaged cassingle of 3rd Bass's "Pop Goes the Weasel," which runs at an eerie half-speed. No Googling or going through those old copies of the British Weekly in your great-uncle's country house. One guess (at each part of the question) per comment, but comment as often as you like.
Comments
*finishes diagram of question*
15,000 words is a novel?
I'll try "Goodbye Mr. Chips," for one book, and "That time they almost didn't have Christmas but then at the Last Minute Some Unlikely Hero Assisted/Inspired Santa to Get Back in that Sleigh and Ride it Hard into Dawn."
Its sequel, "Looking for Mr. Goodbar," was a huge disappointment.
Posted by: boxjam
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June 23, 2006 11:13 AM
That is, "LfMG" was a sequel to "GMC," not "TttadhCbtatLMSUHA/IStGBitSaRihiD."
Posted by: boxjam
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June 23, 2006 11:15 AM
I am pretty sure I know the author and the Roosevelt's name, but I'm going to ruminate on the book titles. I should be able to at least figure out the one, from high-school book reports, though casting my mind back to Mr. Clark's class is no treat.
Posted by: herbivorous
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June 23, 2006 12:58 PM
Ok, I think I'm there for half the prime marbles, the bonus, and the appreciation of whomever I set up for the Smarties.
Lost Horizon, Joseph Hilton, (Shangri-La), which is to say "Camp David", maybe?
I don't know that I'll be back for the rest of them marbles.
Posted by: herbivorous
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June 23, 2006 01:04 PM
Chopped and Skrewed 3rd Bass, ey? OK, I'm in.
Uh . . . Miracle on 34th Street.
Posted by: hackly_fracture
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June 23, 2006 01:51 PM
Boxjam and herbivorous will have to share the joys of Pete Nice and MC Serch, with herbie picking up the double-bonus and ALMOST getting the author right. It's James, not Joseph Hilton (maybe you were thinking of Joseph Heller?), who published both Goodbye, Mr. Chips and Lost Horizon. And, indeed, Roosevelt called his Maryland retreat "Shangri-La"; it was Eisenhower who renamed it Camp David (after a nephew); for reasons I don't quite understand, the less evocative monicker stuck.
Well played, gentlemen. Let us retire to the saloon for gin rickeys. I'm eager to show you a curious new pastime I've acquired. It's a game from the colonies, in which charmingly mechanized hippopotami are made to ingest a profusion of spherical beads. I find it mesmerizing! If you'll follow me...
Posted by: BT
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June 23, 2006 02:16 PM
I think "Hungry Hungry Hippos" would make a wonderful "They'll Do It Every Time," e.g.:
AINTI'QWEER! Mother can't ever get Junior to pick up his playthings, but in the case of the game where mere playing at it picks up the mess of all, she can't get him to give it any interest!
HowZat?
-tip o' the pen to W. Tipper, Brooklyn, NY!
Posted by: boxjam
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June 23, 2006 03:22 PM
I feel compelled to note, sir, that your paragraph about "charmingly mechanized hippopotami" is my favourite blog comment of 2006 thus far!
Posted by: Rory
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June 27, 2006 01:01 PM