Archive for December, 2008

Mercy! Uncle! Make her stop! Ow!

Posted in Books, Excerpts, Opinion with tags , on 30 December, 2008 by S&Co.

tonih51And the 2008 MorCrack FerGarthy Award goes to …

Toni Morrison!

Don’t be afraid. My telling can’t hurt you in spite of what I have done and I promise to lie quietly in the dark — weeping perhaps or occasionally seeing the blood once more — but I will never again unfold my limbs to rise up and bare teeth. I explain. You can think what I tell you a confession, if you like, but one full of curiosities familiar only in dreams and during those moments when a dog’s profile plays in the steam of a kettle. Or when a corn-husk doll sitting on a shelf is soon splaying in the corner of a room and the wicked of how it got there is plain. Stranger things happen all the time everywhere. You know. I know you know. One question is who is responsible? Another is can you read?

– Toni Morrison, A Mercy (Alfred A. Knopf)

No longer, no; I cannot.

Beat the Reaper

Posted in Books with tags , on 27 December, 2008 by S&Co.

9780316032223_94x145I don’t know why, but it isn’t very often I pick up a novel that immediately blows away all my critical defenses and sucks me in completely with an opening line as disarmingly unexpected as, for example, this one: So I’m on my way to work and I stop to watch a pigeon fight a rat in the snow, and some fuckhead tries to mug me!

So goes the opening of a brand new novel called Beat the Reaper, by Josh Bazell, just published by Little, Brown & Co. ($24.99). It was due in January but seems to have been released a couple of weeks early. I loved it; it’s like a great first rock album by some band nobody knows about that just completely kicks ass.

We’ll have copies soon. Meanwhile, check out the book’s website. Like the book itself, it’s great fun.

Christmas Eve, Hours

Posted in News on 23 December, 2008 by S&Co.

This year, as in past years, we will stay open as long as it takes: that is, until things quiet down, until dark, perhaps even until 6 pm. But probably no later than 6 pm.

Gift certificates are available!

We have had many compliments on the new layout in 103: that it looks great, it feels great, it’s cozier. The consensus, overwhelmingly, is that the one space is a vast improvement over the former two. I heartily agree. So come say hello! Check out the new Shakespeare.

If we don’t see you, please have a safe and happy holiday.

Annotated Dracula — Sold!

Posted in Books on 23 December, 2008 by S&Co.

006450Ah, the kiss of death in literature, so prevalent now: Vampires! And it’s also what usually happens — ha ha — to the titles I recommend: they sit! I recommend them; they sit. Which is fine! I don’t know that I’d have it any other way. But this year a few of my recommended titles eventually did sell: An Unferth, a Taibbi, a Davies King, a couple copies of E. Lockhart‘s excellent The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks. But the best one, for me, was the totally unexpected sale of The New Annotated Dracula to a young man. He came striding in, went straight to the book, and asked me: Could he have this copy or did I have more in the back? That one’s all yours, I said, somewhat startled. He brought it over to the counter and told me it was for his girlfriend. I said to him: she’ll love it. He told me his next stop was the bead store because his girlfriend loved to make things with beads. Then he said, referring back to the Dracula book, that, even though it cost forty bucks, and he wasn’t one to ruin a nice book, he might find a page in the back and write his girlfriend a poem. He was excited about this. I said to him: Do it — go with your gut; I think you’re on the right track. And away he went.

Lucky girl, whoever she is.

Shakespeare, Reunified

Posted in News on 19 December, 2008 by S&Co.

A brief note: the lease on the 2nd space (the so-called “nonfiction side”) was up for renewal at the end of December and, for obvious reasons, I declined to renew it, so it’s back to a single space, the old one, 103. Two spaces was an interesting experiment but, honestly, it’s no way to live. (The best thing about modular expansion? The option to modularly disexpand.)

Because the consolidation of the spaces went faster than expected, 109 is closed. There is not enough left over there to bother with.

Most importantly, no inventory has been — or will be — lost in the transition, and I feel that the new incarnation of the shop is the best and strongest yet. It includes all four large wooden tables, one of the leather chairs, and all the plants. The lines are clean. It looks and feels great. Book junkies beware: this is the most terrifying Shakespeare to date. Unbelievable bounty.

Come check it out!

If all goes as expected, look for moderately expanded hours beginning in late spring or early summer.

And oh yes: go Grizzlies!

Cold Weather Gift Certificates

Posted in News on 13 December, 2008 by S&Co.

Reluctant to venture out this weekend? Gift certificates may be purchased online here.

Something to make you laugh (or cry)

Posted in Books with tags on 12 December, 2008 by Elisabeth

best-american-comicsThe Best American Comics 2008 is now available. It brings together twenty six of the year’s best comics, giving a comic newbie like me a chance to realize the depth and complexity expressed by storytelling through pictures.

The Best American Comics 2008, edited by Lynda Barry, (Houghton Mifflin, $22), IN STOCK!

Looking foolish is good for you

Posted in Books, Excerpts with tags , on 11 December, 2008 by Jenna

habitWe’ve sold a lot of Twyla Tharp’s The Creative Habit over time, and though I don’t own it, I’ve thumbed through it during my hours here at the store.  I admit there’s something to be said for the argument against this type of creativity self-help book (“don’t spend the time to read about writing…just write,” etc.), but every artist, no matter how brilliant, struggles at times.  And so, if a book like Tharp’s helps get the wheels rolling again, I say the more power to it.  The nice thing about this one is its versatility–it addresses creativity in a general sense….a perfect gift idea for the artist/writer/dancer/creative person you have yet to get a holiday gift for.  Or yourself.

The worst is failure of nerve.  You have everything going for you except the guts to support your idea and explore the concept fully.  The corrosive thought that you will look foolish holds you back from telling the truth.  I wish I had a cure for this.  All I have is the certainty of experience that looking foolish is good for you.  It nourishes the spirit.  You appreciate this more and more over the years as the need to not look foolish fades with youth.  (Remember the centenarian who when asked about the best part of living such a long life replied, “No more peer pressure.”)

-The Creative Habit: Learn It and Use It for Life, by Twyla Tharp (Simon & Schuster, $16), IN STOCK

2666

Posted in Books, Excerpts with tags , on 10 December, 2008 by S&Co.

0374100144[p. 714] For Ivanov, a real writer, a real artist and creator, was basically a responsible person with a certain level of maturity. A real writer had to know when to listen and when to act. He had to be reasonably enterprising and reasonably learned. Excessive learning aroused jealousy and resentment. Excessive enterprise aroused suspicion. A real writer had to be someone relatively cool-headed, a man with common sense. Someone who didn’t talk too loud or start polemics. He had to be reasonably pleasant and he had to know how not to make gratuitous enemies. Above all, he had to keep his voice down, unless everyone else was raising his. A real writer had to be aware that behind him he had the Writers Association, the Confederation of Literary Workers, Poets House. What’s the first thing a man does when he comes into a church? Efraim Ivanov asked himself. He takes off his hat. Maybe he doesn’t cross himself. All right, that’s allowed. We’re modern. But the least he can do is bare his head! Adolescent writers, meanwhile, come into a church and don’t take off their hats even when they’re beaten with sticks, which is, regrettably, what happens in the end. And not only do they not take off their hats: they laugh, yawn, play the fool, pass gas. Some even applaud.

Roberto Bolaño, 2666 (Farrar, Straus and Giroux; $30)

You Can’t Write! You Jus a Plumba!

Posted in Writing with tags on 10 December, 2008 by S&Co.

My new rap song (dedicated to T. Egan):

Put down the pen, put down the wrench!
Get outta my office, sit on the bench!
Pick up Lolita and Blood Meridian!
Peggy Noonan and Joan Didion!

You can’t write! You jus a plumba!
You can’t write! You jus a plumba!

Lookin’ real fine on the campaign train!
But girl you ain’t no Norman Maclean!
Get outta Georgia, get outta Nebraska!
Get yo’ pretty ass back to Alaska!

You can’t write! You jus a Govna!
You can’t write! You jus a Govna!

Hook up my toilet! Don’t tell me to boil it!
Change my oil so I don’t have to oil it!
Hot on the left! Cold on the right!
Fix my sink but you ain’t too bright!

You can’t write! You jus a plumba!
You can’t write! You jus a plumba!

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