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From Nicholson Baker, best-selling author of Vox and the most original writer of his generation, his most controversial novel yet.

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From Nicholson Baker, best-selling author of Vox and the most original writer of his generation, his most controversial novel yet.

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Editorial Reviews

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“A quick, stripped cry of a book. . . . As timely as fiction gets.” –Lorrie Moore, New York Review of Books“Provocative . . . incendiary . . . a great work.” –Rick Moody, The Believer “A meditation on action . . . [Baker] analyses the details of daily life with a surgeon’s precision.” –The Economist“If one of our supreme chroniclers of mild manners can be roused to such patriotic indignation, democracy yet has a fighting chance.” –Voice Literary Supplement “A ripped-from-the-headlines docudrama for the printed page, a timely and tense screed for a divided country hurtling toward who knows where.” –Associated Press“Checkpoint is about limits–of presidential power, of law, of discourse, of rationality, and of language itself.” –Boston Phoenix“Compelling . . . a passionate cry from the heart.” –USA Today“What makes Baker original is his minute obsessiveness and his willingness to entertain inappropriate subjects. . . Checkpoint takes Baker’s obsessiveness and inappropriateness into the public realm.” –Newsweek “An astonishing, uncomfortable conversation. Baker has a real ear for the cadence and wryness of the modern intelligentsia.” –Portland Oregonian“Baker's new novel checks its inhibitions at the door . . . entertaining, edgy and unpredictable." –Las Vegas City Life“Sly, slender but important . . . Baker excels at writing about those facets of the human experience we prefer to hide.” –San Francisco Chronicle“This novel could be a kind of record of our times. . . . Its goal is to take [the] internal combustion process of hatred and anger and make it visible–which Baker does brilliantly.” –Pittsburgh Post-Gazette“On the whole, Baker improves upon Samuel Beckett's [Godot]. Baker's jokes will make people, rather than theatre majors, laugh.” –Los Angeles TimesCheckpoint is like a hornet: It’s small, quiet, with a sinister aspect to its midday peregrinations, and it has a stinger: conscience.” –Toronto Globe and Mail“I confess to finding Nicholson Baker’s prose so witty and hypnotic that I never want it to stop.” –Washington Post“Baker writes like no one else in America.” –Newsweek“Baker [is] one of our most gifted and original writers.” –Seattle Times“Enthusiast, obsessive, visionary, engineer of the everyday–there’s nobody quite like Baker in the literary universe.” –Newsday“[Baker’s] prose is so luminescent and so precise it manually recalibrates our brains.” –Time
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781400079858
  • Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 4/12/2005
  • Series: Vintage Contemporaries Series
  • Pages: 128
  • Sales rank: 1,401,992
  • Product dimensions: 5.20 (w) x 7.90 (h) x 0.33 (d)

Meet the Author

Nicholson Baker

Nicholson Baker was born in 1957 and attended the Eastman School of Music and Haverford College. He has published six previous novels and three works of nonfiction, including Double Fold, which won a National Book Critics Circle Award in 2001.


An elegant writer who has taken stream of consciousness to dizzying postmodern heights, Nicholson Baker has produced a body of work that is eccentric, inventive, and extremely difficult to categorize. In his virtually plotless novels, characters ruminate on the minutest details of everyday life and lose themselves in memories of Proustian intensity. His nonfiction is equally unconventional, filled with meticulously researched minutiae and passionate polemics on topics of great personal interest -- perhaps only to himself.

Baker's quirky brilliance was evident early on in several convoluted short stories that appeared in The New Yorker and Atlantic. But he hit his own idiosyncratic stride with his 1998 debut novel. Essentially one long, loopy digression riddled with footnotes nearly as long as the narrative, The Mezzanine traces a young man's meandering thoughts during a brief escalator ride from the ground floor to the mezzanine of the office building where he works. The "action," such as it is, takes scant minutes, but it's time enough to lay bare the protagonist's entire inner life. In his review for The New York Times, Robert Plunket singled out for commendation "...the razor-sharp insight and droll humor with which Mr. Baker illuminates the unseen world."

In other novels, Baker has taken us inside the heads of many characters: a young father bottle-feeding his infant daughter (Room Temperature); a middle-aged man whose early-morning ritual begins with lighting a fire (A Box of Matches); a man who stops time in order to fondle and exploit unsuspecting women (Fermata); two people a continent apart who indulge in graphic sexual fantasies over the telephone (Vox). (Fermata and Vox were widely criticized as "literary pornography." Vox created additional buzz, when it was revealed that Monica Lewinsky had given a copy to President Bill Clinton.)

Although Baker can never be accused of dispassion, the peculiarity of his nonfiction has led to mixed reviews. In lengthy essays and articles and wildly discursive books, he has paid extravagant tribute to his literary hero John Updike (U and I: A True Story), decried the destruction of library card catalogs (an essay in The Size of Thoughts), led a crusade to preserve and archive entire collections of American newspapers (Double Fold), and challenged the traditional view of World War II as "inevitable" (Human Smoke).

Baker's brand of erudite obsession may not be everyone's cup of tea, but it is easy for literate readers to fall in love with his glittering prose. He is, above all else, a lover of language; and in his deft and capable hands, even the most mundane objects and events spring to glorious, full-bodied life. Summing up the singular, seductive charms of Baker's writing, Salon critic Laura Miller may have said it best: "...dazzling descriptive powers married to a passionate enthusiasm for the neglected flotsam and jetsam of everyday life."

Good To Know

A two-week writing seminar with Donald Barthelme at the University of California jump-started Baker's writing career.

His great-grandfather Ray Stannard Baker served as press secretary to president Woodrow Wilson and won a Pulitzer prize for his biography of Wilson.

Baker's first area of interest was music, rather than literature. A talented bassoonist, he attended Eastman School of Music with an eye to becoming a classical composer. Midway through his first year, he changed his major to English. He transferred to Haverfod College in Philadelphia, graduating in 1980.

One of Baker's most passionate concerns is preserving complete runs of newspapers as a valuable record of American history. To that end, he founded the American Newspaper Repository in 1999, when he learned the British Library was selling off or trashing its bound volumes of post-1870 newspapers.

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    1. Date of Birth:
    2. Place of Birth:
      Rochester, NY
    1. Education:
      B.A. in English, Haverford College, 1980

Read an Excerpt

May 2004
Adele Hotel and Suites
Washington, D.C.

jay: Testing, testing. Testing. Testing.

ben: Is it working?

jay: I think so. [, click.] Yes, see the little readout? Where'd you get it?

ben: Circuit City.

jay: Three hundred and ninety minutes. That should definitely do it. I'll pay you back.

ben: No, it's fine, honestly.

jay: Well, thanks, man. I just feel I have a lot in my noggin right now.

ben: So I gather. You look good, Jay.

jay: Really? I was working on a fishing boat for a while, dropped some pounds. Are those new glasses?

ben: Yeah, Julie helped me pick them. Did you know Brooks Brothers made glasses frames?

jay: No, I did not. Let me see them.

ben: Sure.

jay: "Made in China." I always check. Anyway, they suit you. Really, you look less like a bird.

ben: I'm glad to hear it. So tell me what's up.

jay: Oh, let's see. Where to begin? Where to begin?

ben: Obviously you have something on your mind.

jay: That's true.

ben: You could begin with that.

jay: Okay. Uh, I'm going to—okay, I'll just say it. Um.

ben: What is it?

jay: I'm going to assassinate the president.

ben: What do you mean?

jay: Take his life.

ben: You're shitting me, right?

jay: No.

ben: Tell me this is one of your little flippancies.

jay: It's not a flippancy.

ben: Come on, Jay. This isn't—turn that off.

jay: No, I'd like it on. Before I do it I want to explain, for the record.

ben: Please turn that off right now.

jay: It's got to stay on.

ben: I think I better go.

jay: Already?

ben: Yes already. You're talking about the president, am I right? That is what you said. Or did I just hallucinate?

jay: No, that is what I said. But you can't go.

ben: This isn't what I thought you were calling me about. I thought maybe your girlfriend had left you.

jay: She did.

ben: Well, okay. That's more like it.

jay: But I also have this plan that I need to execute. Calm down, will you?

ben: That's pretty funny.

jay: What?

ben: You're telling me to calm down when you've got this...deed on your mind. It's a major, major, major crime. It doesn't get much more major.

jay: I know, and it's high time, too. I haven't felt this way about any of the other ones. Not Nixon, not Bonzo, even. For the good of humankind.

ben: Do you have a gun?

jay: I don't like guns.

ben: But do you have one?

jay: I may.

ben: That is so low. You're a civilized person.

jay: Not anymore.

ben: You can't—the country has no need for this service.

jay: I think it does. I think we have to lance the fucking boil.

ben: No, I'm serious, he'll be out of power eventually. Either he loses and he's out, or he wins, and then he's out a little later. Either way, his time will pass in a twinkling. Many years from now you'll be reading the comics in some cafe somewhere, and you'll think, Boy oh boy, I'm sure glad I didn't do that.

jay: I'm going to do it today.

ben: Let's just set it aside, shall we? Just put that off to one side. You know you'll never get away with it. They'll shoot you full of bullets and you'll die. Or they'll fry you. Seriously, you'll die. And for what? Do you know what a bullet does?

jay: It tears into your flesh at high speed. It rips through your vitals.

ben: If you get hit here? Half-digested material leaks out of your intestines into your abdominal cavity.

jay: That's what happened to McKinley.

ben: You mean President McKinley?

jay: Yes.

ben: Well, right. Do you want that to happen to you? They have snipers up on the roof.

jay: I know, I've seen them. They've got missile launchers up there, too.

ben: Those guys want to put bullets into you.

jay: They don't know about me.

ben: Oh, but they know that there are bad people out there.

jay: That's true, and I'm one of them.

ben: I don't think so.

jay: No, Ben, this guy is beyond the beyond. What he's done with this war. The murder of the innocent. And now the prisons. It's too much. It makes me so angry. And it's a new kind of anger,too. There was a story a year ago, April last year. It was a family at a checkpoint. Do you remember?

ben: I'm not sure.

jay: It was a family fleeing in a car. The mother was one of the few survivors. And she said, "I saw—" Sorry. I can't.

ben: It's all right.

jay: I'm not going to let him get away with this.

ben: You think this is all him? What about, you know, Cheney? What about Donald? What about all the generals who came up with the attac plans? And the hopheads who flew the airplanes?

jay: Hey hey, ho ho—George Bush has got to go.

ben: Look, he's going to go, it's inevitable, he'll have a successor.

jay: Now. He has to go now.

ben: Set it aside. Just set it off to one side, please, will you? What have you been up to?

jay: Oh, I've had a bunch of jobs. I got into a slight financial scrape.

ben: How bad?

jay: Well, I nearly had to declare personal—insolvency, shall we say.

ben: Ouch.

jay: It was intense.

ben: I bet.

jay: So I've been working as a day laborer.

ben: You haven't been teaching at all?

jay: That kind of ended. It was really a part-time thing, anyway, so... But the day labor has been really good for me. When you do gruntwork for hours and hours you actually have a lot of mental time.

ben: Mm.

jay: Your body is working and your brain can kind of cruise here and there.

ben: Yeah, I find in the evenings, like when I'm chopping up a cucumber to make salad, that rhythmic chop, chop, chop, sometimes I think of a little connection that didn't occur to me all day.

jay: So tell me how your book is coming.

ben: Which one? You mean the one—

jay: The one about the government department during the war, the department that steamed open the envelopes.

ben: Oh, the Office of Censorship, right. Well, I kind of hit a retaining wall with that one. But we don't need to talk about that.

jay: I want to. It sounded very interesting when you told me about it.

ben: Well, okay, I spent some time at the National Archives and then I went to Wisconsin, and I spent some time there, that's where som of the papers are, and, well, the material hasn't started to sing to me yet. But it will, it will.

jay: When did we last get together? Was that three years ago?

ben: May have been. Long time.

jay: I'm so sorry about that wheelbarrow, man.

ben: No no no.

jay: I felt bad, I just didn't see it in the dark.

ben: It's fine, it still works. It lists a little, that's all.

jay: Really sorry. So what have you been working on instead?

ben: Instead of what?

jay: Instead of the book about the steaming open of the envelopes.

ben: Oh, a few things—a few Cold War themes that I've been pursuing. And my classes take up time—I co-teach an honors seminar every spring.

jay: Some good students?

ben: A few. Oh, and I bought a camera! That's my big news.

jay: A camera, huh? Digital?

ben: Well, I have a digital camera, but no, this one that I bought is a film camera. It's called a Bronica—a Bronica GS-1.

jay: A Bronica GS-1. What's that?

ben: It's a big heavy camera, it uses a wider kind of film.

jay: Where's it made? Germany?

ben: No, no, Japan.

jay: Oh, of course. And it's heavy, is it?

ben: Yeah, but the great thing is, you don't have to use a tripod. You can hold it with a handle called a speed grip. I love it.

jay: It sounds very professional.

ben: Oh, it's definitely professional—I mean, I'm just an amateur, but it's a privilege to hold this thing. I bought a couple of lenses for it, a beautiful hundred-and-ten-millimeter macro lens, butter smooth. I'm really into lenses now.

jay: Remember that photograph of the girl, the girl running?

ben: What girl?

jay: The girl in Vietnam running from the napalm? She's naked, she's crying.

ben: Oh, yeah, yeah.

jay: Well, they've used napalm in Iraq.

ben: I may have heard something about that.

jay: Right off the bat they used it. At first they denied it. It came out in a newspaper. Napalm bombs. And some PR guy from the Pentagon wrote an outraged response. "We did NOT use napalm, we got rid of our stocks of napalm years ago, this is a GROSS INACCURACY and a DISSERVICE TO YOUR READERS," and so on and so on. Well, then, of course, it turns out that, well, uh, yes, they're shooting missile full of this goop that starts intense fires and, well, yes, they're using it to burn people alive, and, uh, yes, all our Army commanders do call it napalm, but it isn't technically napalm because it's not naphtha-poly-toly-moly-doodlemate, whatever. Whatever the formula was when they first invented it back behind the stadium.

ben: The stadium.

jay: The Harvard stadium. That's where they invented it. So this is a different chemical formula, but the people who shoot the missiles call it napalm, the generals call it napalm, because hey, it's exploding globs of fiery jelly that cause an agonizing death. In fact, it's improved fire jelly—it's even harder to put out than the stuff they used in Vietnam. And Korea. And Germany. And Japan. It just has another official name. Now it's called Mark 77. I mean, have we learned nothing? Mark 77! I'm going to kill that bastard.

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    I kept falling asleep while I was trying to read it. It tried too hard to be contraversial. I have never heard of this writer before and thought I'd give it a try because of all of the hype. The hype was more interesting than the book which really fell flat. Unfortunate as the concept was never done before. What a disappointment.

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    I read this book in the store. I finished it in 45 minutes. I was afraid to buy it, because of the context. It was the most amazing piece of writing I have read in years. It really stuck with me for the rest of the day. It was like reading hte best interview ever.

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