title: Mysterious Stranger: A Book of Magic
author:  David Blaine 
description: He was buried alive for a week in Times Square, encased in ice for three days, also in Times Square, and stood atop an 83-foot pillar in Manhattan's Bryant Park for 36 hours-and received national TV coverage for all these feats. Often touted as the new Houdini, Blaine is a consummate magician as well as endurance artist and an important force in the field for his advocacy of "street magic." In this spirited book, his first, Blaine offers readers a magical extravaganza on paper, a mix of autobiography, history of magic, how-to (do magic), interactive magic tricks and self-help advice. Blaine begins with intimations of stage magic's power, with an account of legendary 19th-century magician Robert-Houdin traveling to Algeria on orders of the French government to quell an uprising by showing that his magic was greater than that of the rebels. He ends with a knuckle-whitening account of his pillar stunt, a "dream manifesto" ("Read. Observe.... Our minds have no limits") and suggested resources including books of general interest (at the top: The Brothers Karamazov). This is a very personal volume, with Blaine's passionate, playful, opinionated, determined personality evident on nearly every page. Magic buffs will find much here that's familiar, like the recaps of magicians past and present, but even serious hobbyists will pick up tips from the tricks and explanations scattered throughout, and the final chapters, devoted to Blaine's endurance challenges, are pure gold. Copious illustrations enliven the already brisk text. Though doubling as major promo for Blaine, this is one of the most thorough and enjoyable introductions to magic in years. Two-color throughout; four-color photo inserts.<br />Copyright 2002 Reed Business Information, Inc.
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  # 1
  
  
  
  
  
  “Almost done?” I ask. “The sun’s been down for at least five minutes.”
  
  
  
  
  
  Several yards away, Blaine tilts sideways, partially emerging from behind the
  canvas. I don’t move, but in my peripheral vision, I can see his shoulders,
  bald head, and shocking red goatee. “In my mind, you’re still bathed in light.
  Now stand still and be quiet.”
  
  
  
  
  
  “No problem,” I say, and hear his growl of irritation at my blatant flaunting
  of his rules.
  
  
  
  
  
  Despite the fact that I am standing naked in a doorway, our exchange seems
  perfectly normal. I am used to this now. Used to the way the chilled ocean
  breeze causes my nipples to peak. The way the sunset stirs something so deep
  and passionate in me that I long to close my eyes and abandon myself to the
  violent tapestry of light and color.
  
  
  
  
  
  I’ve become blasé about the way Blaine’s eye sweeps critically over me, and I
  no longer flinch when he leans in so close that he