Friday, March 14, 2008

Drowning in Robert Creeley

Robert Creeley: Selected Poems, 1945-2005
edited by Benjamin Friedlander
$21.95, University of California Press

I continue to describe my discovery of the poet Robert Creeley as "drowning". I feel entirely sucked under the weight of his words, despite their simplicity and sameness. A number of his poems stand out for me for reasons having more to do with initial gut reactions than to anything I may or may not know about poetry.

He writes...

of the transience of subtle experiences in Things to Do in Tokyo

Begin at the beginning,
find the end.
Remember everything

forget it. Go on,
and on. Find ecstasy,
forget it.

of longing in A Form of Women
I could not touch you.
I wanted very much to
touch you
but could not.

of enduring love in The Act of Love
How dear
you are

to me, how love-
ly all your body is, how

all these
senses do
commingle, so

that in your very
arms I still
can think of you.

And of old age, and impending death in Old Song
I'm feeling ok still in some small way.
I've come too far to just go away.
I wish I could stay here some way.

So that what now comes wouldn't only be more
of what's to be lost. What's left would still leave more
to come if one didn't rush to get there.

Then we have the poem which should be every writer's prayer: End
End of page,
end of this

company -- wee
notebook kept

my mind in hand,
let the world stay

open to me
day after day,

words to say,
things to be.

The number of shining, beautiful poems in this insightful collection is to great to share them all with you here. This is only a taste. Pick it up. Read straight through to experience Creeley's changing perspectives on life, love, loss and eventual aging and death. It is a timeline of a soul that will not leave yours unaffected.

Monday, March 3, 2008

Take A Little Trip

by Denise Dee

I love to read about people's journeys- both physical and interior travels. When you get right down to it a lot of books seem to be about quests. Books that cover spiritual terrain can be hard sells because people think the writing might be boring or pious. These books are anything but.


The Year of Living Bibically- One Man's Humble Quest to follow the Bible as Literally as Possible by A.J. Jacobs. Jacobs is an agnostic. So we know going into the book that it's going to be funny. I had no idea how profound it would be as he examines lying, polygamy, faith, and gratitude among other 'laws' or 'rules' of the bible. He takes us to visit the Amish, Lubavitchers, Creationists and a few other groups that take the bible literally. Jacobs wife Julie is not real thrilled with the project. And as he takes to the streets of Manhattan in a white robe, sandals, payot and a long beard you have to wonder if their marriage will last.



Longing for Darkness - Tara and The Black Madonna by China Galland. Galland journeys from the Catholicism of her childhood, through alcoholism, meditation and eventually to Tibetan Buddhism. Galland makes pilgrimages to Tibet and Czestochowa to see Tara and The Black Madonna. Along the way we make stops in Galland's childhood. This is deeply moving story about the longing deep within for both the feminine face of the divine and an understanding of mothers.




My Life in Orange by Tim Guest. Guest was raised in a series of Rajneesh houses and communes. Imagine the confusion of a small boy who is only allowed to wear clothes in the color of the sun and who is not allowed to live in the same room as his mother. Guest shows us his mothers journey as a seeker and the daily life of the Rajneeshee. Photographs taken by Guest's father are scattered throughout the book adding a layer of poignance as we see the 'family' on film versus the collection of individuals that are trying to come together but do not quite know how to do it.




The Red Book by Sera Beak. This would be a great book to give to a young spiritual seeker as Beak is both irreverant and serious about her path though different religions and beliefs. She includes rituals, meditations, sex, laughter and other 'tools' you can use on your journey to go discover the divine within. She celebrates your inner goddess and goddesses from many paths. She is eclectic and I think of this a cookbook for the soul.




Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert. My favorite book of 2006. Gilbert has a breakdown (or breakthrough depending on your p.o.v.) and leaves a rather comfortable life to spend a year- you guessed it- eating, praying and loving. She travels to Italy, India, and Indonesia. I was calling and e-mailing people with quotes from this book and laughing quite loudly. I know it's a best seller, don't let that turn you off, it's well worth reading. She says at one point in the book- I know an unexamined life is not worth living, but can I just have an unexamined lunch? Anyone that spends time questioning their motives and interior lives should find something to relate to in this book



The Spiritual Life of Children by Robert Coles. Coles is a psychologist who is a self admitted skeptic about anything non-rational. He decides to travel to different countries and have children draw pictures about their ideas of God and their beliefs. The words and drawings of the children are mind-blowing and just as interesting is that Coles includes his own doubts about what the children are telling him. This is a fascinating book that covers everything from dreams about Elvis to a furry hand of God reaching down from the sky to 'fix' things.

Friday, February 29, 2008

Downer Ave News - Birthdengagement

Congrats to Sarah "the Birthday Girl" Marine and Bayard Godsave on their recent engagement. Both are booksellers and brilliant and kind friends to all of us. We wish you all the best today and in the future.


Tuesday, February 26, 2008

The e-book VS. Christine Schutt

The new year has thrust me ever so abruptly into that intangible chasm of mystery and ephemera feared most by bibliophiles/booksellers. This chasm is the e-book.

Some background info: as a left-handed, lit-obsessed liberal I have naturally never excelled much in the area of mathematics. Not to say that it isn’t possible for a person with those traits to overcome the anxiety induced by numbers, I’m reaching for something to excuse my inherent disdain for the subject. In fact, even when stumbling upon a signed first edition hardcover of Aimee Bender’s An Invisible Sign of My Own, a novel which features a mathematician protagonist, I couldn’t get past page twenty. Purchasing it was natural because I’m a book squirrel, tucking those treasures away in little stores around the house. Read it, however? Nope. It’s about math.

So, anyway, I digress. I am enrolled in a Statistics of Africology course. I chose the course over others because although it is stats. I hoped to perhaps broaden my Africology course base, which is already solid in foundation. But, in the end it’s really just a statistics course. Even worse, the class required the purchase of an e-book. The e-book is by far the most inconvenient , ineffective learning tool I have ever encountered. I went to the doctor to get my eyes tested for glasses the other day, 75 dollars out of pocket and what did I leave the shop with? Nothing on paper, I assure you. No prescription. Just the advice that I should “spend less time on the computer”. Leads me to wonder, will I be in any position to sue the university if in ten years I am blind from reading hundreds of pages of statistics jargon in my last year as an undergrad? Also, unlike a regular textbook the student doesn’t have the option of recouping any of the excessive funds used to purchase the book. Instead, the “subscription” runs out after a certain amount of time. Thus my relationship with the e-book is doomed. I mean, why get attached to something that will just end up leaving you anyway. My professor might buy that defense.


In closing , I am involved with a couple REAL books right now. You know how I do.
They are:



Our Aperture- The new chapbook from Ander Monson, available only online from New Michigan Press. This slight work requires a few reads, as it works a lot to challenge your notions of memory, cyclical narrative and the manipulations of language and meaning.






All Souls- The forthcoming novel from Christine Schutt. I received this upon request after Bayard Godsave introduced me to her work through A Day, a Night, Another Day, Summer, which blew me away. I have to admit that I will judge a book by its cover and All Souls really scared me upon first glance, for a second I thought, “Oh God, they’ve gotten to her.” But, upon reading, I can’t imagine Schutt could to turn out anything less than extraordinary.

Reading Christine Schutt is like entering a grand old mansion. A mansion built by some over-zealous speculator in early 20th century North Dakota, abandoned shortly after. Each sentence is a room in that house. You can just feel the potential energy. You look out the window, open and close the window, place your hat in the closet, take it out. You turn the light on and off. You take in the storied colors and smells. You know that this room is desperate for purpose and you feel comforted knowing that just standing there is fulfilling the wish and you start running from room to room until before you know it you’re out the front door again, outside marveling at this grand old mansion.


Verdict: e-books, bad. REAL books, best ever.

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

The Resurrectionist - Jack O'Connell

The very fact that you read up on books on The Inside Flap says to me that you, the reader, are discerning in your tastes. Without tooting any unnecessary horns, I think it’s safe to say that the contributors to this blog know a bit about fantastic reads. In this spirit of congratulations all around on taste and meritorious reading, I’d like to ask a question…


How strange are you willing to get?

Jack O’Connell seems to ask this question at the close of nearly every chapter of The Resurrectionist; and it’s not altogether unlikely that you’ll ask yourself that same question while reading the book.

I hope you’re willing to get so strange that a troupe of alternate reality circus freaks led by a chicken boy doesn’t throw you off the exploration of what might be a window into the collective unconscious.

I hope you’re willing to get so strange that the hard-riding biker gang holed up in an abandoned prosthetics factory and dealing in human bodily fluids doesn’t blind you to the thoughtful meditation about fatherhood and family.

I hope you’re willing to get so strange that an egomaniacal neurosurgeon and his prized salamander don’t obscure the questions raised about ethics and motivation in medicine.

I hope you’re willing to get so strange that you can recognize how a story within the story has the power to teach a lesson about happiness and the dangers of seeking it from a storyteller who owes you nothing.

Most of all, I hope you’re willing to get so strange that all of the bells, whistles, oddities and weirdos populating The Resurrectionist serve not to distract, but steer you right to the ultimate point; forgiveness is transformative.

If the sort of insanity cited above doesn’t faze you, enjoy. If it does, make the leap. You know what they say; The first three hundred and four pages are the strangest.

Monday, January 7, 2008

Brockmeier's Multi-Layered Views

You know the moments where the world seems perfect and beautiful precisely because of all it's diversity and faults? When you are plugged into an iPod listening to music while waiting at the airport and everyone appears to move to the music in an odd synchronization? Or when you look out upon a snowy world in all its silent splendor and for a brief second, everything is a glimpse of heaven? Or a split second of utter and complete zen-like happiness descends upon you at the most routine time (showering, eating breakfast, shaving, walking the dog, watching a child at play)?

It is that precise moment when the world is illuminated in a way that you are left breathless; for your heart flutters a few times and it's as if the world is such pure perfection that with one breath you will break its delicate magic spell.

That moment is what it is like to read Kevin Brockmeier's short stories. And his latest collection (The View From the Seventh Layer, arriving March 4, 2008 to an indie bookstore near you) is a shining beacon atop a whitewashed lighthouse of whimsical, haunting, original, perfect, fantastical prose. The stories are hypnotic, mesmerizing whiffs of fantasy blended with the brutal realities of human existence. From a thousand parakeets that mimic the daily sounds of a mute's life to a Choose-Your-Own-Adventure story of mundane proportions. From photos that observe a houseguest's every move and word to a man who buys a thrift store overcoat only to discover the former owner was God and that its pockets spill over with earnest, and frightening, prayers.

Brockmeier's gifts are in his precision writing: Each word carefully placed "just so", and in his effortless way of seeing beauty in the simplest things, the unlikeliest of people. To see the world through his literary windows is to learn to love unconditionally and not take for granted the billions of little things that mosaic our lives.

I know I only taunt readers with this review as you must wait nearly 2 months for this collection to arrive on shelves. But, Dear Reader!, it will be well worth the wait, I promise you! For your reward will be his presence at our Downer Avenue store on March 27th at 7pm. To tide yourself over I suggest reading his last novel (also something very, very special): The Brief History of the Dead. It will be only a taste of the magic that is to come.

Wednesday, January 2, 2008

The List List

Many lists, one spot - that's the motto now! Rather than a post for each "best of 2007" list that I stumble upon or gets sent to me, I'm going to centrally locate all of those links, with copied content, right here.

I do it all for you, dear readers.

(NPR One's that Got Away can be found here. NYT and Washington Post are in the left column.)

Entertainment Weekly's Best (and Worst!) Books of 2007, because books are entertainment, too, lest you literatis forget!

The Best Books of 2007
EW critic Jennifer Reese honors the top ten in both fiction and nonfiction, and names five titles you'll be hard-pressed to give away at yard sales for years to come.


By Jennifer Reese
BOOKS: EW'S TOP 10 IN FICTION FOR 2007

10. THE TERROR by Dan Simmons

In this mesmerizing thriller, Dan Simmons offers one possible (if improbable) answer to the real-life question of what happened to a British naval expedition that vanished in the Arctic in 1845. In Simmons' version, the sailors confront challenges ranging from the mundane (anarchy, starvation) to the extraordinary (a soul-devouring demon, a seductive ''Esquimaux'' girl missing her tongue). You'll want to read this book in a warm, well-lit house stocked with plenty of grub and a few gills of rum. Though dauntingly long, Simmons' epic, like the frozen sea that trapped the sailors, holds you fast.

9. THE BRIEF WONDROUS LIFE OF OSCAR WAO

by Junot Díaz

Junot Díaz recounts the saga of Dominican-American nerd-boy Oscar in irresistible, high-energy Spanglish. Sample sentence: ''You really want to know what being an X-Man feels like? Just be a smart bookish boy of color in a contemporary U.S. ghetto. Mamma mia! Like having bat wings or a pair of tentacles growing out of your chest.'' That's Oscar's deal, but Díaz also has much to say about sci-fi fandom, bodacious chicas, and
an ancient family curse.

8. OUT STEALING HORSES by Per Petterson

Trond Sander, the 67-year-old narrator of Per Petterson's quietly unsettling tale (gracefully translated from Norwegian by Anne Born), has moved to the countryside hoping to finish out his years in solitude. Then a chance encounter starts him eflecting on his past, in particular the shattering summer of 1948, when a freak accident and dawning revelations about his father's emotional allegiances turned his world on end. Beneath the wintry surface of this marvelous book, you'll uncover layers of mystery and sorrow.


7. THE GRAVEDIGGER'S DAUGHTER

by Joyce Carol Oates

Joyce Carol Oates is at the height of her considerable powers in this dark, lush novel loosely based on the life of her Jewish grandmother. After watching her German-born gravedigger father kill himself, Rebecca Schwart willfully reinvents herself, methodically erasing all vestiges of her immigrant past. What she gains in security and respectability is quickly apparent; what is lost becomes clear only in a devastating coda.

6. ON CHESIL BEACH by Ian McEwan

The year is 1962, and Edward and Florence, ''young, educated and both virgins, on this, their wedding night,'' are anticipating conjugal relations with equal parts eagerness (his) and fear (hers). What transpires is funny, embarrassing, dreadful, and all too believable. Sex can be a tricky, delicate business, as McEwan poignantly illustrates in this tiny and wise masterpiece.


5. A FREE LIFE by Ha Jin

You could mistake the unadorned prose of Ha Jin's fifth novel for artlessness. In fact, his storytelling — direct, homely, affecting — represents a perfect marriage of subject and style. Nan Wu longs to write poetry, but instead takes a series of menial jobs to support his family. Over roughly 10 years, Nan folds dumplings, washes dishes, and clerks at a motel, while struggling to find the inspiration and time for literature.
Shimmering language has no place in this deeply felt portrait of the artist ground down by middle-class routine.

4. LAST NIGHT AT THE LOBSTER by Stewart O' Nan

Another generous novel about work, this one set during a blizzard at a languishing Red Lobster restaurant in New England on its final day of operation. For the very last time, Manny DeLeon, Stewart O'Nan's grave hero, negotiates
between his bickering waitstaff, tends to the Frialators, banters with a longtime customer, and pushes the tilapia. Without quite admitting it to himself, he is mourning the dissolution of this strange little community, however makeshift and dreary. And why shouldn't he? O'Nan turns everyday loss into poetry.

3. THEN WE CAME TO THE END by Joshua Ferris

Novelists work in their pajamas, which explains why fiction so rarely gets office life quite right. Joshua Ferris' dazzling debut is an exception. Set in a Chicago ad agency, the action consists primarily of the rumor peddling, flirting, and time wasting familiar to most white-collar drones. Just when you think this is merely a glib literary stunt, Ferris shifts into a somber and lovely minorkey. ''Every agency has its frustrated copywriter whose real life was being a failed novelist working on a small, angry book about work,'' the narrators tell us. This is a large, generous book about work.

2. SHAKESPEARE'S KITCHEN by Lore Segal

When gregarious New Yorker Ilka Weisz takes a job at a small-town Connecticut think tank, she worries she'll never find new friends. But Ilka, introduced in Lore Segal's 1985 novel, Her First American, is quickly embraced by an insular clique of intellectuals who drink martinis, obsess over poetry prizes, philander, and gab about it all nonstop. Billed as a story collection, the volume starts off as fizzy academic comedy. By the time you realize that you're actually reading a novel — and that it's profoundly sad — this sneaky, splendid book is over.

1. THE POST-BIRTHDAY WORLD by Lionel Shriver

In a year when nearly everyone was caught up in the story of a young wizard, an ensorcelling book about a mortal adult woman went virtually unnoticed. The heroine of Lionel Shriver's extraordinary novel The Post-Birthday World is Irina McGovern, an illustrator living in London with her longtime partner, Lawrence Trainer, an earnest policy wonk. They share values and routines, if not a world-beating sex life. As the first chapter ends, Irina finds herself alone with a roguish acquaintance, pro snooker player Ramsey Acton, whom she's always found dangerously attractive.
Here, the novel branches into two competing narratives. In the
first, Irina kisses Ramsey. In the second, she resists. Chapter by chapter, these two richly imagined scenarios play themselves out, eventually meeting up again some 500 pages later. Which was the better choice for Irina — the steamy lover Ramsey or the steady companion Lawrence? Shriver playfully suggests
answers, only to snatch them back again.

Before it was co-opted and trivialized by chick lit, romantic love was a subject that writers from Flaubert to Tolstoy deemed worthy of artistic and moral scrutiny. This is the tradition into which Shriver's novel fits. In 50 years, we'll still be wild about Harry.
And a lucky handful of readers may stumble across The Post-Birthday World and wonder why they've never heard of it.

EW'S TOP 10 IN NONFICTION FOR 2007

10. AGENT ZIGZAG by Ben Macintyre

If this rollicking bio were fiction, you'd call it far-fetched. In 1941, a charming English con man, thief, and womanizer named Eddie Chapman was apprehended by the Nazis and recruited as a spy. But after parachuting into a British celery field, Chapman promptly turned double agent, launching his fabulous, albeit short-lived, career as a dashing player in world history. Ben Macintyre's chronicle reads like top-flight John le Carré, but it's all true.

9. THE WILD TREES by Richard Preston

Richard Preston's subject is the primeval redwood forest canopy of northern California, and the handful of quirky souls obsessed with ascending to this world hundreds of feet above the ground. As Preston writes, a man falling 100 feet from a sequoia lands with a ''deep, wet boom'' and probably won't get up again. After finishing Trees, you'll understand why someone might think that's a risk worth taking.

8. BORN STANDING UP by Steve Martin

Another humorist with a complicated inner life, Steve Martin crafts a smart, sweet memoir of his two decades as a stand-up. He focuses primarily on the evolution of his giddy sensibility, with brief interludes about his love affairs and crippling panic attacks. There were nights when Martin couldn't eke a chuckle from his audience, but his memoir kills.

7. SCHULZ AND PEANUTS by David Michaelis

He wasn't a particularly good man, Charles ''Sparky'' Schulz, but for 50 years he churned out the most beloved comic strip in American history. In this definitive life, David Michaelis explores the tortured soul behind the endlessly winsome Peanuts.

6. TWO LIVES by Janet Malcolm

Janet Malcolm's little book about writer Gertrude Stein and her lover, Alice B. Toklas, folds together dishy biography, refreshingly blunt criticism of Stein's work, plus intriguing journalistic forays into the insular world of Stein scholarship. It's hard to know how to classify Two Lives, but a gem is a gem is a gem.

5. THE BRAINDEAD MEGAPHONE by George Saunders

In a review of George Saunders' terrific essay collection, The New York Times mocked the ''Midwestern Sweetness of the Author's Soul.'' Chalk it up to East Coast Snark. Whether he is critiquing the media or patrolling with reactionary Minutemen on the U.S.-Mexico border, Saunders tries to understand before he attacks; he looks for common ground with his subjects; he resists conspiracy theories. You can call it sweet. You can also call it sensible and refreshing.

4. DOWN THE NILE by Rosemary Mahoney

In 1998, at the age of 38, Rosemary Mahoney decided she wanted to paddle down the Nile, alone, in a rowboat. Her sharply written account of the experience illustrates the challenges of buying even a dinky little boat in Egypt (especially if you're a Western woman), introduces us to a series of memorable characters, and brims with the exhilaration of setting oneself an outrageous goal, then achieving it.

3. HOW DOCTORS THINK by Jerome Groopman, M.D.

Calling the practice of medicine ''a mix of science and soul,'' Dr. Jerome Groopman meditates on his experiences as both physician and patient. Why, he asks, do doctors so often make disastrously wrong diagnoses? Why don't they listen more attentively to patients? And how do a doctor's feelings about a patient play into treatment decisions? His answers are fascinating and sometimes disconcerting.

2. THE NINE by Jeffrey Toobin

Jeffrey Toobin's unlikely page-turner, about the Supreme Court under William Rehnquist and John Roberts, balances analyses of major cases (Bush v. Gore gets extensive, scathing treatment) with irreverent accounts of the justices' personalities. Sandra Day O'Connor insisted that staffers join her in salsa-dancing classes to keep fit; Clarence Thomas feels that traveling by RV makes him a better judge; David Souter writes only with a fountain pen. Toobin's best-seller is almost as amusing as it is important.

1. THE WORLD WITHOUT US by Alan Weisman

If the human race were to suddenly disappear, what would become of the planet we've shaped and scarred? This is the thought experiment Alan Weisman assigns himself in his stirring book. A few of his conclusions: Skyscrapers would be overtaken by foliage and collapse; warmhearted dogs would perish; sly house cats would thrive. And the world would never be free of plastic baggies. Is it depressing to contemplate Earth after mankind? Strangely, not. ''The only real prediction you can make is that life will go on,'' says an extinction expert interviewed by Weisman. ''And that it will be interesting.''

EW'S WORST OF 2007

1. IF I DID IT (The Goldman Family)

According to O.J. Simpson, whose name was purged from the cover of his ''confession,'' it was all her fault. Nicole Brown Simpson was manipulative, whiny, and confused. She wore ''ridiculous'' short skirts, partied with druggies and hookers, and kept O.J. from seeing his kids. And so if he did it — if he slashed her throat and slaughtered her friend Ronald Goldman one balmy night in 1994 — the exasperating lady had it coming. A bloody glove could have written a more tasteful book.

2. THE ALMOST MOON by Alice Sebold

The narrator of Alice Sebold's queasy second novel smothers her elderly mom, then calmly reflects: ''When I was a teenager, I thought every kid spent sweaty summer afternoons in their bedrooms, daydreaming of cutting their mother up into little pieces and mailing them to parts unknown.'' Actually, they don't. The few who do may be the only readers who relish this unsavory melodrama.

3. 7: THE MICKEY MANTLE NOVEL by Peter Golenbock

With this trashy fictionalization of Mickey's miserable life, Peter Golenbock manages to strike out, pop up, hit into a double play, and foul a ball into the stands, beaning a little kid.

4. CELEBRITY DETOX by Rosie O'Donnell

Here's what you learn from Rosie's sloppy, score-settling memoir: She hates Donald Trump with such a fury she can't see straight; she worships Barbra Streisand more than seems healthy; she can't ''poop'' in public restrooms. Thanks for sharing, Ro.

5. BOOK OF THE DEAD by Patricia Cornwell

Like a putrefying corpse left too long on forensic pathologist Kay Scarpetta's table, Patricia Cornwell's thrillers just get stinkier and stinkier. Her latest gory specimen is in such bad shape it's virtually unrecognizable as a novel.