Friday, September 30, 2016

Black Lamb and Grey Falcon by Rebecca West

#40days40books entry 13

Black Lamb and Grey Falcon is a legitimate literary classic. Rebecca West's prose, her observation and storytelling are sharp, thoughtful and well-rounded. West wrote the book about six weeks of travel she and her husband undertook through Yugoslavia in 1937. Viking Press published it in 2 volumes in 1941.

The work follows their travel route and is easily enough followed on paper, though the subjects range far back in history. West's irritation at the amount of history about Yugoslavia that was unknown or ignored in the West is palpable and fuels much of this book. It is at times exhausting to be faced with so much information, so many places and peoples and at the same time, that exhaustion was exactly right. There is no absence of love for the people she meets and the land she travels. While her approach does romanticize the roles of history and culture, it is not careless and it is not without meat.

There are few travel narratives I have read that do not owe a debt to Rebecca West. The work of reading this is well worth it.

Black Lamb and Grey Falcon: A Journey Through Yugoslavia Cover Image
Yet another doorstop. Read this in chunks.
So, if I remember correctly (it's been a few years), this is a book that our Used Book Buyer brought to me one day and asked if I'd read it. There is nothing so delightful as a recommendation for a book from a friend, and particularly this friend who has an uncanny knack for gifting recommendations. 

It was utterly shocking to read. Rebecca West was then utterly unknown to me (as are most of the women who wrote for magazines since ever)(unless I've dug up their collections or travel books)(or someone mentions them in one of those books intended to redirect your attention away and toward and thank you for acknowledging this exceptional writing), and while I still know very little about her, this book is an anchor of my travel writing library.

She is not always a comfortable companion and she travels uncomfortable roads. Her extreme anger at nuns is distracting for me, though it does not affect the storytelling, only the audience. She is clearly writing from a specific perspective, one that is privileged, colonial and monied. 

The history and sense of need for understanding and compassion in the face of overlapping layers of ludicrous administration, wartime decisions, environmental degradation and the subsequent cultural developments is as relevant today as it was in the years leading up to the second World War. 

Paying attention to someone else's truth can lead to a need to wash your face right off when they are done speaking. That conflict is ever-present here. It comes with greater understanding. Whether that understanding is needed in your own library is entirely a matter of perspective. I keep it in mine as an active reminder to do better and learn more. Also her prose and her path are gorgeous.

Timmy Failure by Stephan Pastis

#40days40books entry 12

Stephan Pastis is best known as the creator of Pearls Before Swine, a daily comic that's been in papers since 2001. In 2013, Candlewick Press published his first middle grade novel featuring a character entirely separate from that world (although, truth be told, Timmy would not be entirely out of place there. Nor would Total.). Meet Timmy Failure in his first adventure: Mistakes Were Made.

Timmy is a high-energy, low-intellect kid with a polar bear for a best friend and a nemesis (She Who Will Not Be Named (Corrina Corrina)) for the record books. He is adjusting to living with his mother in a new apartment. She works a lot and he has decided to help make money by starting a detective agency with his pet polar bear, Total. The agency is called Total Failure, Inc. Total eats most of the profits. Most of the costs, too. 

There are now five books in the series, and Timmy shows no sign of suddenly getting it right. Thankfully.

Timmy Failure: Mistakes Were Made Cover Image
This kid. Seriously.
One of my co-workers handed me the galley for this book in late summer of 2012, not long before we hosted Stephan Pastis on book tour for a Pearls Before Swine collection. (pro-tip: If you get the chance, go see him when he goes on book tour. The man can tell a story. Get there early. Plan to stand in line if you want the book signed. It will take a while. It will be worth it.). I managed to not drool my love for this book all over him. Not by much. We were slightly understaffed. That helped.

Timmy is kind of an idiot. He is young, his world has just flipped itself, his polar bear is a garbage disposal who messes up everything, and he has to deal with all sorts of people around him who make no sense to the poor boy. He decides to add order to things by solving mysteries. He is not always amazing at solving mysteries. Or at accepting the consequences when his "solutions" are not exactly on the mark. 

Normally, I would run as fast as possible away from this character, but Pastis gives him depth, sweetness and a naivete that resonate throughout his shenanigans. This was the first middle grade book that I'd connected with for 6 years, and with it came a whole library of books. The best books for middle grade readers are the ones that get that kids see the horrible in the world and know they will have to deal with it someday. Not today. Not yet. Soon enough. They know they have to be ready for it, and that lends a weight to the journeys of these characters that when done well makes these narratives almost fly off the page. 

Timmy is living with his mom who has to work too hard and gets too little support from anyone else. He doesn't know what's happened, really, and he doesn't know how to help her. But help is needed and questions have to be answered, so start a detective agency. I have no idea what Pastis thought he was doing when he wrote these books, but I find in them laughter in the face of the weight of one kid's world that otherwise might be too much.

Wednesday, September 28, 2016

11) The Summer Prince by Alaya Dawn Johnson

The Summer Prince is a YA novel set in a post-apocalyptic world 400 (at least) years into the future. The setting is the pyramid city of Palmares Tres, a world of rigid class hierarchy, incredible medical technology, enforced personal appearance standards, and a few very intelligent and creative teenagers who are about to change everything. June is 17, artistic, angry and directionless. When her best friend Gil falls in love with the doomed Summer King, Enki, and Enki in turn takes an interest in June's artistic energy, the Queen and ruling Aunties race to contain what may become a meaningful threat to their status quo.

This is a city run by women where every five years a King is crowned and acts as figurehead for a year and then is sacrificed before naming the next Queen. Lifespans are generally no less than one hundred twenty years and those under thirty (wakas) are viewed with almost tangible distrust and dismay. Alaya Dawn Johnson fills this world with the energy of creation thwarted at almost every turn by conservative social mores and unquestioned expectations. Her main character comes of someone's age in the span of a year, and at the end of it I am uncertain what her old age will finally be. How does someone who grew out of youth faster than fingernails ever really age?

Johnson uses light, color, sound and the reminders of smell to fill this airy place with the reality of life. The Summer Prince is a novel that demands careful reading - no skimming here, there is too much layered in the tiers and tech and spaces between.

The Summer Prince Cover Image
I mean, look at those lights! 
I remember reading this standing up in a hotel room during Winter Institute 2013. Alaya Dawn Johnson was there signing copies of her book, and I grabbed one because I thought the cover looked intriguing (this is a real). There is so much to notice here. This is a book where sex is just part of life and none of it is forced. Violence is limited; when it happens it is deadly serious but it is never gratuitous and it is never glorified. Of particular interest to me is the complexity of the government and its oppressive rule, even though it is all women - a notion that got just enough air time to land and grow in the mind of this reader. Also that sexuality is not enforced; people love and lust and befriend and boff and where it may lead to drama, it doesn't, because the characters have a ton of higher stakes nonsense to worry about.

That is something truly wonderful to me in this book - everyone (everyone) talks about art like it is serious work. They dance as language and emotion. They eat to share and experience. Those elements do not become redemptive forces as they generally do in stories about uptight business people traveling to warm climates or interacting with "colorful" people. They are simply part of the fabric of living, of the rhythms of friendship. Friends and lovers touch. Friends and lovers plot and plan and make grand gestures and fail each other. 

I would love to have read this as a teenager. To have known adventure almost entirely without guns. To have loved a story about loving and feeling and thinking and being creative and learning to see privilege and use it to bridge gaps rather than maintain distance. June's focus is so personal and uncomplicated that at 43 I'm undone by it and left wondering just what can I do to bring such delicate and deliberate work out in my own world.

Also - and this is just a bit of a thought - remember the part about the oppressive matriarchy? It happens in another book later. It doesn't happen often in books. I'm paying attention.


Banned Books and other shenanigans for Sept 27, 2016

Celebrating the Freedom to Read: September 25- October 1, 2016 - Frequently Challenged Books with Diverse Content

We Are the American Heartbreak: Langston Hughes on Race in a Rare Recording

MacArthur Grant Winner Claudia Rankine On Charlotte: “This Violence Is Not Accidental”

Banned Book Week Gets Diverse: "The majority of banned books are disproportionally from diverse authors," Olusina Debayo, project manager for the Association of American Publishers, wrote in a post on the AAP website. "[The American Library Association's] Office for Intellectual Freedom has determined that 52% of the books challenged, or banned, over the past decade are from titles that are considered diverse content."

Chris Edwards: No RegretsAfter a career in advertising that spanned nearly 20 years, Chris Edwards left his post as executive v-p, group creative director, at Arnold Worldwide to write his memoir, Balls: It Takes Some to Get Some(Greenleaf Book Group, October 4), about his transgender journey.

Children’s Books Featuring Diverse Characters Are More Likely to Be Banned

Trenton Lee Stewart Accidentally Starts a Mystery on Goodreads

Book Deals: Week of September 26, 2016
In a world rights deal, teen/middle grade novelist Jason Reynolds signed with Marvel Press to write a YA novel featuring the Marvel superhero Miles Morales, who debuted in 2011 and is the first African-American and Puerto Rican character to become Spider-Man.

Jason Reynolds. Actual perfection.

Tuesday, September 27, 2016

10) Roads to Santiago by Cees Nooteboom









Roads to Santiago Cover Image
like hello perfect afternoon
So this is a short tale of books like dominoes taking over huge swathes of my life. Roads to Santiago is a beautiful text in translation from the Dutch. The author is a poet who has lived with this troubling love for Spain for most of his adult life. The book is not a guide to the pilgrim paths or to any kind of depth of faith experience. I don't even know that you could follow any road Nooteboom takes and get to anywhere, in point of fact. In that, this is not unlike that other rambling Iberian route Journey to Portugal which I tried valiantly to mark out on a map of the country with zero success. (It was a valiant effort. There were colored pencils and copious notes.) I have memories of landscapes my eyes have never seen, and know the smell of churches whose names I cannot remember and have never spoken. Nooteboom considers history as he does the surface of a painting, or a plain, or the quality of air. 
9780810917910: Zurbaran
St Francis of the many


His extended contemplations on the work of various artists, mostly Velazquez and Francisco de Zurbaran, are captivating. Particularly as I'd discovered that the St. Louis Art Museum owns one of Zurbaran's many St. Francis of Assisi paintings. There is extraordinary power in that contemplative image. Enough that one year I circled and circled around this catalog of an exhibition from the 1980s that I eventually bought. It's especially unnerving as this exhibition is one that Nooteboom mentions in his book - he went to both the New York and Paris shows. 

Sometimes the synchronicity, it is just odd.

Zurbaran: Selected Paintings 1625-1664 Cover Image
Saw the sheep, knew I wanted it
Another afternoon, another leisurely wander around the art museum's gift shop and I saw a book about Zurbaran that was priced out of my budget. So I copied out the ISBN and went hunting at work. It took about a week for the book to get to me. Best surprise? The text was written by one Cees Nooteboom, Dutch man of letters and part-time resident of Minorca.  

These three books were my companions during a lovely trip to snowbound Hermann, MO one Valentine's Day weekend. It was glorious and cold and solitary and the food was strange and the wine was not great. The books, though. The books were startling.

But don't worry, there's more. Because, you see, I know that there are guides to the pilgrim routes to Santiago, and it's been decided that this long walk is in my future. So back to the distribution center website with me, and will you be surprised? 

The Roads to Santiago: The Medieval Pilgrim Routes Through France and Spain to Santiago de Compostela Cover Image
So. Anyone wanna help take care of Ethel while I'm gone?
May your libraries offer such grandly quiet adventures as all those many miles of walking.

Monday, September 26, 2016

9) Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell

A book about a young woman beginning college, dealing with anxiety, a bipolar father and an absent twin sister that is also about fan fiction and writing and is set at my alma mater? Okay, the alma mater part doesn't really matter to anyone else but me (her geography is excellent and accurate). Fangirl is easily the most surprising book that I read in 2013.

Cath is a freshman in college. She moves in to her dorm only to discover that her roommate is not her twin sister Wren, but a loud, cool, confident and kind of pushy woman called Reagan. Her almost instantaneous shutdown begins a year filled with frustration, possibility and self-discovery. The book's title comes from Cath's fan fiction. She and her sister (and tons of others) are in love with a multi-volume Chosen One series called Simon Snow and Cath is writing her version of the end of the series - trying to get it done before the author publishes the actual last book.

The characters are utterly knowable and their story is kind of tremendous for how quotidian everything seems from the outside. The struggles to find a place for all of the things that a person is in a world that maybe doesn't have a lot of room for those things is one that many of us have known.

Rowell's sensitivity to the issues faced by people with anxiety is welcome and real. Her characters live with mental illness in a way that does not sensationalize or romanticize. They are complex people making decisions, not always all that well, but always honestly. Even the requisite tidy ending feels earned and satisfying, rather than expected and inevitable. Not requisite at all, in point of fact.

Fangirl Cover Image
Best book ever. Now with Fan Art!
It has been long enough since this book came out that I don't even remember who got the first galley, who read it first, who passed it on to who else - none of it. What I remember is that the Staff Pick shelf became a row of copies of Fangirl the week it was released. We were and remain, shamelessly devoted Rainbow Rowell fans. For reasons that can be summed in one phrase: ALL THE FEELS.

Cath is not a person I know from my mirror, but she is so like more than one of my best friends. I know her like I've never known another fictional character before. It helps that I also know Lincoln and Love Library and Nebraska pretty well, but mostly that's just reassuring. I trust Rowell to care about her locales, so I trust that she cares about her characters. And she does. Even the ones that I don't like - she does. I love that.

Fangirl did something else that I've never seen another book do - it inspired its author to write a work of fan fiction all of her own. It is about the characters from Simon Snow - remember? The series in Fangirl? The one Cath writes fan fiction of? That one? She wrote a whole book of it. Carry On is what it is called and it is magnificent - probably the only work of fan fiction that can ever be published. I know that there are people who see it as a novel featuring characters that were just in another novel but not fully realized, etc., but I think those people have never really considered fan fiction as a genre unto itself. Rowell clearly has. And she's got it down.

We had a little pop-up reading group for a few months reading through Rowell's bibliography. It's five books long, at the time it was four. I've never shared that kind of enthusiasm for an author and her works before or since. There were six of us (out of a staff of 17) who were in the book group. We got to go to tea with her once. It was intense and awkward and I kind of want to do it again. We can chat problems in pop culture.

Also the collector's edition (pictured above) has fan art for the endpapers - fan art of Cath (a fictional character) writing fan fiction about Simon and Baz (fictional characters from a fictional series of novels). Fan art of fictional fan fiction of fictional fiction. And then Rainbow Rowell wrote fan fiction of the fictional fiction. (also make outs. epic. perfect. exceptional. make outs.)

ALL.
THE.
FEELS.

Quickly before I keep working before work

In my dreams MPA is always adding to itself. The buildings grow floors or towers, turrets and depths like terraces add themselves to Jones Bowl.

Chicago, likewise, is becoming something more than itself, something my imagination has taken for its own and is encrusting with history not of me, but of somewhere extraordinary.

There are castles clinging to skyscrapers like barnacles of history and arrow slots, highways spiraling through towers made of sooty stone and windows no one looks out of but for me, and I know their stories. In my dreams I can tell you when the castle was built, why it clings for life to the buildings that have planted themselves on its undersides. I offer tales of the oldest bricks in the highway towers with my former schoolmates, we are tour guides to this impossible landscape.

There is always the sensation that this history is nothing added. Rather, I am learning to pull away the veils of ignorance and finally to see them - to describe their stories and so to acknowledge them as real.

Between lace-work, Cosmos and lots of book talk yesterday, the world of my dreams reminds me that it is has never stopped working, even when I was too tired to notice.

Time to catch up.

#40days40books list in posted order

Here is the list of #40days40boooks - updated as they are added

2012
1) The Heart and the Bottle by Oliver Jeffers
2) Extra Virginity by Tom Mueller
3) The Other Side of the Tiber by Wallis Wilde-Menozzi
4) Super Natural Every Day by Heidi Swanson
5) Press Here by Herve Tullet
6) Jan Morris

2013
7) The Art of Eating by MFK Fisher
8) A Time of Gifts by Patrick Leigh Fermor
9) Fangirl by Rainbow Rowell
10) Roads to Santiago by Cees Nooteboom
11) The Summer Prince by Alaya Dawn Johnson
12) Timmy Failure by Stephan Pastis
13) Black Lamb and Grey Falcon by Rebecca West
14) One Fish Two Fish Red Fish Blue Fish by Dr. Suess

2014
15) Coriolanus by William Shakespeare
16) Olives by A.E. Stallings
17) All About Love by bell hooks
18) Monasteries and Monastic Orders: 2000 Years of Christian Art and Architecture by Kristina Krger
19) The Odyssey by Homer (translated by everyone)
20) #nomoreladynovels
21) Bad Feminist by Roxane Gay & Unspeakable Things by Laurie Penny
22) Shh We Have a Plan! by Chris Haughton

2015
23) Me, My Hair, and I edited by Elizabeth Benedict and Hair Story by Ayana D. Byrd and Lori Tharps
24) Trace by Lauret Savoy
25) Between the World and Me by Ta-Nehisi Coates
26) Love, InshAllah edited by Ayesha Mattu and Nura Maznavi
27) Romantic Outlaws by Charlotte Gordon
28) Women, Race & Class by Angela Davis
29) How to Suppress Women's Writing by Joanna Russ
30) An Unnecessary Woman by Rabih Alameddine & A General Theory of Oblivion by Jose Eduardo Agualusa & Pond by Claire-Louise Bennett & Eggshells by Caitriona Lally
31) The unrepresented bookseller

2016
32) The Inheritance Trilogy by N.K. Jemisin
33) Whipping Girl by Julia Serrano
34) Shakespearean Tragedy: Lectures on Hamlet, Othello, King Lear and Macbeth by A.C. Bradley
35) The Creative Tarot by Jessa Crispin
36) Conflict Resolution for Holy Beings by Joy Harjo
37) The Veins of the Ocean by Patricia Engel
38) To the River by Olivia Laing
39) The Singular Pilgrim by Rosemary Mahoney
40) The Books I Kicked Out of My House - by me

#40days40books The influential ones from #5yearsofbookselling

Sometime around September 16th, it occurred to me that I had about 40 days left to work at Left Bank Books. 40 days is a good amount of time to build something, start something, or celebrate something.

I've been a bookseller for nearly 5 years. I will leave 2 weeks shy of my anniversary. Books have always been a huge part of my daily life, and being around them all the time has only enhanced that relationship.

It made sense, then, to make a list celebrating the 40 books that were most influential or meaningful or catalytic during the last five years. The list is chronological according to the year in which I read them, which is sometimes the year of their publication, frequently not. There are new books, used books, sets of books by one author, my undying and as yet unexplained love for The Odyssey (which will get some air time), and very occasionally something less like a book and more like a monologue. You can search my blog for #40days40books for the whole list, but I'll also have an entry that's just the books in order.

I've a newsletter planned that I'll send out the link to when it's all set up. It will be about the life of living with books from childhood into adulthood, and will likely happen 3 times a month, because I like odd numbers. Storytime and the people who've made a magical time of the week are so important. The newsletter is a way to continue that magic, and maybe find new places for it to grow!

St. Louis is my home and I am not ready or willing yet to leave it. Leaving the bookstore allows me to rest up for the next thing.  

I would love help celebrating the books that you've found at your local independent bookstores! The ones that changed your life, or introduced you to a new world, the one your beloved used to propose, the first book in your child's library - all of them! I will share them here and/or in my little newsletter, whatever you choose.

Thanks for everything, St. Louis and thanks for making me feel at home, Left Bank Books! It's been a half-decade worth celebrating!


Sunday, September 25, 2016

8) A Time of Gifts by Patrick Leigh Fermor

On December 8, 1933, Patrick Leigh Fermor set out on a journey that took him from The Hook of Holland to Istanbul. On foot. For eighteen months. He left England when he was eighteen. The first edition of A Time of Gifts, the first of the book chronicling this journey, was published in 1977, the second in 1986 and the third, built from his notes, posthumously in 2013.

There is no other work that I have read that compares to this. It holds an utterly unique place in the world of letters, even though young men walking away from England is not all that unusual, nor was it at the time. Partly it is Fermor's transformation from a relatively gauche teenager in a world that demanded diplomacy and tact, to a young man accustomed to change and shift with the days and nights in barns and castles and different languages every day. There are few joys that compare to his passage on the abbey at Melk (in photos rather like an overgrown muscial box), or his discourse on the way that language creates landscapes in his ears. 

There is nothing about this book that was uncrafted - Fermor did not sit down one fine day in 1975 and just take time jotting down notes and occasionally checking a map. The sentences are deliberate, the structure is chosen and the effect is hypnotizing. So much so that finishing the book I was a bit out of breath and not entirely ready for the next push down the way. (Between the Woods and the Water, btw, is frequently called the best of the three of these books. It is also without peer.)

A Time of Gifts Cover Image
Herein lie treasures untold.
You know how when you fall in love with an author you search for everything they've written only to find they've written introductions for boatloads of books they didn't write one of them writes the most extraordinary prose? I found Nan Shepherd and Laurie Lee and Edward Thomas through Robert MacFarlane that way. 

That is not what happened here. This book was on the shelving cart and jumped into my hand. I bought it almost immediately.


I love to walk. I have always walked. Usually with a destination in mind, but oh, to walk just to move through a place at the speed of a footstep - what bliss! Anyway, point is, the back of the book said 'walking,' it said something about Europe, and there's an introduction by Jan Morris. 

Books are dangerous tempting things. There are whole worlds in them, frequently hiding in plain sight in your own bland world that isn't bland at all, it's just not roiling with type and paper. I've no wish to go back in time. I've no nostalgia for a world that was still showing scars from a war almost 300 years gone - had I lived there, I think it would be different. There is a specific kind of cynicism in white liberal guilt that lingers even when the guilt is mostly shunted off to more useful pursuits. Like walking. Like meeting people and learning their languages and eating their food and working to repay them and laughing and drinking and dreaming and walking. 

It is a dream that got a foothold somewhere in the first pages of my first reading of this book. Walking. Days and weeks and months of walking. It is an old dream; A Time of Gifts gave it new life. Nostalgia is not what lies on a walking path no matter old it is. History is underfoot, not some illusion. Fermor interacts with that history all along the Danube, the river that is almost a companion on his journey. He meets Romani ('Gypsies') all along the way, especially as he moves south from Germany. I think of how soon they will be hunted in his time frame. How many of the people that he met will not live through the war

This is a travelogue that leaves me with sore feet and the need to wash the road I have not walked off a face that hasn't been outside for the better part of several hours. It gives me the world if only I will tie my shoelaces and go.

Saturday, September 24, 2016

7) The Art of Eating

The Art of Eating is a collection of five of the most well-known works by M.F.K. Fisher, Lady of All Things. Her writing about food is specific and uncomplicated - like the individual bits of a slice of mandarin orange, whole and slick and satisfying. In An Alphabet for Gourmets she offers entries like 'Dining Alone' for 'A' and 'G' is for 'Gluttony.' It is a surprising, whimsical and delicious book. Even serious and pressing topics like hunger during war and loneliness are treated with compassion, frankness, humor and humanity in How to Cook a Wolf (the wolf, of course, is hunger). Written during World War II, Fisher offers solutions to questions of how Americans can nourish themselves and, maybe, prevent their taste buds from dying off. As white America has never really had working taste buds, there is something inherently tragic and courageous in her attempts.

Food writing is a genre that is under-explored by most readers. There are some famous names like Anthony Bourdain and Ruth Reichl, so it's not a wholly ignored section. That said, not many people know of M.F.K. Fisher though they remember watching Julia Child on PBS - and yet these women were friends, they shared concerns about food and cooking and culture with each other and the world. Dig under the top layer of ingredients in any cook book or book about food and you will find life, steamy and simmering. The books in this collection are like a dam in a busy river - both because the book is a door stop, and because Fisher's prose requires a slowing of the mind, of the pulse, of the body. We are required to think with our gullets, to feel the effects of food beyond something like satisfaction. Eating something as simple as a slice of dried mandarin orange becomes an act of creating a story and becoming part of it. This is a worthy addition to any library.

The Art of Eating: 50th Anniversary Edition Cover Image
This book is three inches thick.
The first book by M.F.K. Fisher that I ever read was about the time she spent in Provence before and after the Second World War, before and after her first marriage, before and after having children. Her descriptions of the places and people were respectful and lacking in that golden romantic glow of so many others who decamp to the South of France in attempts to find their souls. She did not seem even to notice a particularity to the light. She learned there to eat. She learned to be alone. She learned to be suspicious and eventually she teaches us how to consider change.

I'm angry that I was not introduced to her at a younger age. Angry that food writing is a thing shunted off to the bare spaces between fancy unused cookbooks or clumsily left somewhere in history section of your personal library. When I was a child at home, food mattered - we learned to taste it, to try new of it, to enjoy it and to seek out nourishment that fed our hearts and our souls and our bodies. That stayed with me. The outside world allows for "I won't like it and don't want to try"and while there is a completely normal component to that, it's not my go-to position on new food or new atmosphere. There is privilege in being comfortable and unhurried in any restaurant situation, and it is one of the few privileges for which I am grateful. I was raised to care about the food that people made; it is of them and they are sharing it with you. 

It was even more powerful to learn to care about the food that I make for myself. This book, along with If I Can Cook/You Know God Can and Super Natural Every Day opened up my kitchen and my personal food stories to me in ways that would never have happened without them. These are stories that I did not know how to tell. I had to hear them first, and then learn to recognize the experience.

Friday, September 23, 2016

6) Jan Morris

Jan Morris is a writer of extraordinary grace, patience, and wit. Her ability to describe place as atmosphere, people and impressions is unparalleled. The 12 books you see in this photo are only a small part of her extensive and global writing oeuvre. Every place, every time, every internationally momentous event that she's written about becomes solidly present, no matter how distant from them I may be.

She no longer writes travelogues, but you can still find new editions of many of her classic works, and, as you see here, used editions as well. Because there are people in the world who do not want them. Which is sort of incomprehensible to me, but my library does benefit from it. There is only one book in this photo that I bought new, although while I was copying the link for the caption, I found another book of hers that I now have to have. (Bookselling is expensive for booklovers.)

Jan Morris is a writer who writes confidently in her own voice, while almost never telling her own story. She notably wrote about her transition in the book Conundrum and addressed it again in the follow-up memoir The Pleasures of a Tangled Life, where stories of family, personal perceptions and discovery are the focus than anything salacious or gratifying to overly curious cisgendered people. Her book was the first place where I read someone specifically addressing the details and rules of femininity. It was shocking. In the skilled hands of a writer of her caliber, though, how could a thorough understanding of the subtle and telling ways in which women and men move differently through the world be anything but?

Hav is the one novel that she wrote. In it, an unnamed traveler moves through the city of Hav, stays in hotels, eats food, meets people and conducts what we gather are interviews all the while sharing local lore, history and odd tit-bits to keep the narrative flowing. It's a city with a history intimately connected to the vanished Ottoman Empire and the Hapsburgs. A city of cynicism and romance and dour music in the air. It sounds kind of awful. I want to go there. Of course, I can't. It doesn't exist. Except in my imagination and hers. 
Travel narratives are a particular interest of mine. I hosted a travel narrative reading group for about a year. It never really took off, but I read some fantastic books! During the planning stages, a co-worker asked if I'd ever read Jan Morris as part of a longer conversation about women writers of travelogues. The beginning of this literary love affair was beautiful and compulsive. She's been an invaluable companion, even in places that are totally unexpected - my love for Steve Rogers is well-documented and reading Manhattan '45 was moving as I kept imagining Skinny Steve learning the patterns of the streets and the piers of the city, as any kid would, especially if he was the type to meet people and maybe get into trouble.

My collection of travel narratives grew on the spines of Morris's books. Her prose style is immediately impressive and her tales unfold like cooling coffee on a lazy morning. Every new-to-me book of hers that comes through Used at the bookstore is like a Golden Ticket or that one doubled-peanut M&M in the bag. 

Back in 2012, I didn't think too much about what it meant that I'd read only 3 books of travel by women, and only 1 of those was by a professional travel writer. The collection of travel narratives in my women-only bedroom library is still dominated by Morris, but is not solely hers. Still. 

Finding them is a journey unto itself. Happily, I do love to travel.

Thursday, September 22, 2016

5) Press Here

Children love hearing the same book over and over and overandoverandoverandover makeitstopandover again. One of the big challenges of Storytime is to find books to share with families that will not inspire parents (who are of my people (those who can use the potty on their own) - adults) to tear out their hair (gnash their teeth, claw their own hands, facepalm so hard it leaves marks, etc.). It was a joy to share this book with our crowd. It is surprising in its approach to how readers interact with the pages, and the end of book calls for clapping - lots of it!

Children have these incredible responses every time you turn the page to see what the tapping, tipping, shaking, blowing and clapping have wrought. They are utterly engaged - even the uber cynical 5 year olds are wide-eyed and standing by the end. It is a book that requires understanding of simple colors, numbers, sides and actions to enjoy thoroughly, but does so in a way that isn't overtly educational (Mercer Meyer & Lucy Cousins, I'm looking at you). 

This is one that I read every chance I get. Again. Again. Again! AGAIN!

Press Here Cover Image
The Original, The One That Still Gets Me

When this book found its way into my hands, I was a giddy, squealing very old child for several minutes. And then I put the book in the hands of an equally delight-able co-worker who was also instantly engaged, and so on, and so on, and so on.

Storytime was a mystery to me for the first few months I did it. It wasn't until about Easter of 2012 that I finally felt a kind of rhythm in it: in the routine of choosing books, setting up the chairs, getting activities ready, my co-worker who became my co-heart every Saturday morning and I going through the steps of the morning together - all of that took time to get right and this book really helped it along. Because it is so surprising, and at the same time its genius is readily identifiable. 

This is a book for people who want books to do things that they can see as well as feel. Thinking and talking through what worked about Press Here gave me a way to think and talk about what worked in Storytime and with those questions and answers, I was much better able to build something in that very special place that for a time was extraordinary.

Thanks, Herve.

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

4) Super Natural Every Day

Choosing cookbooks is tricky business. What is the point of buying a recipe book if there are fewer than 3 recipes that you will use/find interesting? The investment is not inconsiderable, so the question is a good one. All of the recipes in this book are vegetarian, and most of them are made really easily. A notable exception to a poached-egg-neophyte is the page long list of "simple" directions for making a poached egg. I truly had no idea.

This book introduced me to dishes featuring cabbage, garlic and chickpeas (such a perfect combination of flavors). There are dishes for every time of day, and they are intended for every day eating featuring ingredients that can be added to or found in a pantry with little strain on the budget. As a person who cooks for one, the portions took some getting used to, but the work was utterly worthwhile. It is also filled with lovely photographs.

Super Natural Every Day: Well-Loved Recipes from My Natural Foods Kitchen Cover Image
Every flavor I want is in this dish right here

I vividly remember making a soup of cabbage, garlic, chickpeas and grated parmesan cheese in a light broth one winter's night. I sat at a drop-leaf table with a broken leg in my set-of-boxes studio apartment and cried. It was the most perfect set of flavors I'd ever eaten, and it was food that I'd made for myself. Like falling in love or holding a purring cat - there just aren't words.

We live in a culture that is shamefully flippant about food. This book and the joy I found within it was the beginning of the most important relationship I think I've had in St. Louis - food. (sorry, bros, but, for real) 


Reading for 21 Sept 2016

Holy Cow! Press Announces First Fiction Contest

Marley Dias started a zine for Elle. #1000BlackGirlBooks founder promotes even more books! Congrats, Marley!

Little, Brown Launches Award for New Illustrators

National Translation Month (who even knew this was a thing?!?)

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

The bells of noon

I love living near churches. They are brick and stone ponds in a neighborhood. Places the sunsets paint everyday and oh, the bells.

My parents were married in a church with a 220-bell carillon. The bells rang at their wedding. The carillon is massive, brick and its sound carries for blocks in Lincoln.

In Chicago, we lived within 1 mile of at least a thousand churches (South Side, amiright?) but I don't remember any bells. Not even from the Catholic church (St. Barnabus, if you must know) that defined our parish. Our house shared a street with the trains, though, so. We still had a repetitive, timed soundtrack to our lives, but it was ... different.

I remember sitting in my apartment on B Street in Lincoln, realizing that I could hear the bells from ... somewhere. When I moved to St. Louis, I reveled in Sunday mornings, and still love the hustle and the bustle of other people going to church, of bells on the holidays reminding me to breathe slowly for a moment and inviting a blessing for the celebrants.

Here we are offered hourly serenade.

The noontime bells just filled my open window with something more joyous than 12 on a Tuesday might seem to warrant.

A reminder of the sacredness of time? The power of focus energy in a community? The privilege of clocks?

All of this, I think, and more.

The bells drew this forth, after all.

3) The Other Side of the Tiber

Wallis Wilde-Menozzi ran away to Rome while still in her twenties. She lived there for a while before running back. Many years later, she married an Italian man,settled in Italy, and was eventually encouraged to write about her experience of navigating a new city, new consciousness and new self. The result is this incredible book; a combination of ancient, recent and personal history that is poetic and pointed.

A lifelong obsession with the Tiber begins the book, which is sometimes worrying - there is only so much of Ahab that the world needs. But it never stays, this obsession. Her intense and emotional focus shifts almost casually between that river, Etruscans, a hundred year old man, teaching English, living in a community not of one's making or even really of one's choice and actively choosing to witness a new kind of Original Sin. She sees that every person, by no act or agency of their own, (particularly in the western world) contributes to a culture of oppression and abundance. She wonders again and again about how to live with and mitigate that. It is a question dropped almost casually into the flow of this tale. Its passing ripples far beyond what is physical.

The Other Side of the Tiber: Reflections on Time in Italy Cover Image
Can you even with this cover? Drama!

I discovered that my love of travelogues went much deeper than I'd supposed when I found and dove in to this book. (the paperback cover is atrocious. FSG is great at content. Sometimes the covers, though, I mean guys...) Wilde-Menozzi's language is like cobblestones or a gravel road on a sunny day - solid and directed and far-reaching. She revels in her culture-shocks, particularly as so many of them helped to crack open the shell of marriage and class expectation that she'd been failing at growing in. While she is, as most good travel writers are, the Observer, she participates in the place and sees, some thirty-odd years later, how the path of her life has changed because of it.

There is a massive amount of privilege in published travel narratives - there isn't a currently viable way around it. That she acknowledges this and asks difficult questions of herself and the world in which she lives is part of what makes this book still relevant on my shelves after almost 5 years there. 

It's a bitch to handsell, though. There's nothing comfortable about it. Like, you don't curl up with this one on a Sunday at solo-brunch (The Old Ways), or on the couch (anything by Peter Mayle), or unexpectedly early in the morning at the coffee shop (Dead Ladies Project) or on Valentine's Day with tea and a croissant (The Living Mountain). This is a book for sandwiches in a park and train rides and terrible coffee and bad weather and sore feet and sitting too close to the front door. It needs to be read with water and good bread and the room to close your eyes and Go There from time to time.

Monday, September 19, 2016

2) Extra Virginity

"Sublime and Scandalous" are tempting words, although in the service of food, they are fairly unsurprising. What is surprising about this book is the flavor, science, travel, politics and personal motivation flowing throughout. There are food scientists who do heat tests with olive oils to determine at what heat its properties no longer mean anything. There are tasters whose descriptions of a bare mouthful of the stuff inspire a kind of envy that any food has ever had so much identifiable flavor. There is a description of the Olive Oil of Old - the kind used to anoint ancient heroes and kings and travelers. Humans have recreated that substance - thousands of years and layers of myth later, we can know what Odysseus smelled like.

This is a very easy to read book whose ease is not in any kind of simplicity of language or idea, but connection of the story to the landscape to the science to the politics and the trees, oh, the trees.

Extra Virginity: The Sublime and Scandalous World of Olive Oil Cover Image
Your mouth will be so happy for you after this.
This was, I think, the first non-fiction food book that I read at Left Bank Books. The food section in the downtown store was very close to the cash-wrap. It was bright and temptingly stuffed with trivia, science and history. The year after I read this, I wandered to the Festival of Nations where I found a lovely vendor selling olive oil that tasted like sharp and bark and weather and perfect. A small bottle of it came home with me, and some green olives which I ate with crusty bread and white wine on the side sitting on the fire escape of my third floor walk up on a perfectly blistering August afternoon.

I have brought home a jug of the stuff every summer since. I save up for it. I plan for it. I eschew attempts by the people staffing the booth to tell me Anything but the price. 

Also the letters of this book are truly beautiful. Like I read whole pages dancing from letter to letter. Book design: it matters.

You guys. Rick Moody is my new hero.

A Forensic Poet for Our Time - yay, Poetry! Read more!


Dear Rick Moody: Why Do Men Spinster-Bait? New Life Hero Rick Moody Shutting it THE FUCK DOWN. I am Leslie Jones levels of hyped about this article. Witness:
The ideas of nurturing and selflessness that we associate with the feminine are the site for masculine attack, because it is in the feminine that men are woven into life. The “spinster,” the woman who is not prone to think of patriarchal power as tolerable or important in any way, has to be cut off from the herd, simply because she is in a very good position to articulate the moral dubiousness of the whole patriarchal charade.
Also, I accept the word "wanderluster" as substitute for "spinster."

Thoughts?

Saturday, September 17, 2016

1) The Heart and the Bottle

Oliver Jeffers is mostly known for his sweetly adventurous Boy and Penguin (and occasionally alien) stories. This book about a girl who deals with grief in a real and recognizable way, is utterly without peer in children's literature. The relationship that exists between the girl and her father, who one day is suddenly, permanently, absent, is fully realized. His empty chair is physically startling, and more than one reader has found themselves unable to breathe fully until the very end of the book, when the heart is still hurting, but is back where it belongs.

What is, in other hands, merely pithy and tidy, becomes profound and challenging in Jeffers's hands. His images are stark in the bleak places and filled with impossibility in the rich ones.

I absolutely love reading this book. It isn't long, and it doesn't have a ton of story, and it gets me feeling emotions that are not generally part of my everyday, and I could love it for that alone. Happily, it is also filled with amazing imagery and was a large boost in my learning curve for children's books.

They are so infinitely possible, these books. Anyone who taps into that infinity is creating something timeless and good.
The Heart and the Bottle Cover Image
I mean, don't touch the heart, please, but still

I first read this book not long before Oliver Jeffers visited St. Louis on his book tour for This Moose Belongs to Me and getting it signed was the very first time that I was utterly incapable of speaking sense to an author. 

What was going to happen out of my mouth: "Your books have become favorites at Storytime. I really appreciate the development of friendships in them. Are you working on anything else at the moment? Thank you so much for signing my book." 

You know. Like a person.

What happened instead: "Could you sign it to Jonesey? That's not my real name! My parents didn't name me that! Jones isn't even my last name! OMIGOSH THANK YOU SO MUCH BYE!"

I may have scream/whispered my undying love at him while running away. 

Very politely and with no intention of ever saying the words at him on account of married. But still.

Conversation over the stack of books that he signed for stock after his talk a few hours later was much more in line with adults in the same industry. He is extremely good at the visiting author/artist thing, and I'm pleased that I got to work that event. Sort of getting house points back kind of thing.

Wednesday, September 14, 2016

I may have had some thoughts about today's articles Sept 14 2016

Publishers Association Issues Brexit Manifesto



The Uncomfortable Truth About Children's Books: Attempts to diversify lily-white kid lit have been, well, complicated.

Ava DuVernay's 'A Wrinkle in Time' Film Adaptation Has Found Its Lead: Storm Reid (are you kidding me with how completely adorable she is and her name is Storm like parenting done right!) Reese Witherspoon, Mindy Kaling in talks to join Oprah Winfrey in A Wrinkle in Time - Okay, who even knows who else is going to be cast, but the part where Ava DuVernay wins is basically the theme of this paragraph. Because she is everything.

How NYC's First Puerto Rican Librarian Brought Spanish To The Shelves

In case anyone wondered: privilege is everywhere - Lionel Shriver’s Address on Cultural Appropriation Roils a Writers Festival - the absolute equanimity that it must require to address anyone about the ills of being respectful while wearing a sombrero (apparently as some kind of statement) is indicative of the depth of the problem. White people will do anything to prevent having to think before they speak. Or ever. Really. We're known for it.

What is Women’s Writing? A Discussion at the Emily Books Symposium

I was going to include another link to an article about a powerful white woman having a hissy fit for not being noticed enough, but I'm not going to. Somewhere in the world a white woman with power isn't being noticed enough. It's not new. It's not helpful. Stop it.