January 2012
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December 2011
9 posts
“Poems are rough notations for the music we are.”
– Rumi. The Big Red Book
“Pity the Elf Slaves of Online Shipping | Mother Jones
“So while I don’t...”
– Pity the Elf Slaves of Online Shipping | Mother Jones
every now and then, Mother Jones nails it.
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Emily's Baker's Dozen for 2011: Get Thee to a...
And why do I love my job? Because I got to meet more than half of these authors this year!
The Conference of the Birds by Peter Sis (illustrated Persian epic)
The Art of Fielding by Chad Harbach (fiction)
Radioactive by Lauren Redniss (illustrated nonfiction)
Everything is its Own Reward by Paul Madonna (illustrated comics)
We The Animals by Justin Torres (fiction)
Hark! A Vagrant by Kate...
I have caught much of it on paper. But infinitely...
For my friends who write:
“There is always a moment when we must begin to write. There are always the hundreds, the thousands, of struggle, of getting up, of pacing about, of sitting down, of laborious uneven accomplishment. During the time of actual work, what else besides ourselves, can help us? Can we call to mind then the contents of 20,000 books? Can we depend on anything other than...
For fans of Judgmental Bookseller Ostrich and of...
towirr:
A gentleman named Farhad Manjoo just posted a proudly contrarian article on Slate explaining why independent bookstores are not only irrelevent but maybe even harmful. I work at an independent bookstore, so that’s an argument I’d be very very curious to see made well. Honestly, I know the failings of small booksellers as well as anyone, and it’d be good to see them articulated. But...
My friend Bookavore is SMART. She offers advice to... →
bookavore:
The more I think about the latest Amazon outrage, and filter through my lack of shock, then my sadness at my lack of shock, then my sadness at my sadness of my lack of shock, the thing that really bothers me is that Amazon seem to be obsessed with making decisions that make people angry at them….
“… body-time sang its song in slow dissolves. Gradual transformations, slow...”
– from [sic] by Joshua Cody 