Black Lawrence Press tries to sell me (i.e. you) “tips for getting published by a small press”
Happy Sunday
November 15th, 2009 / 9:52 pm
No, it’s not the title of Blake Butler’s next book. MESSIANIC URBANISM is discussed over at BLDGBLOG, which I had never heard of until right now and am promptly in love with. Thanks for the link, Alice Townes!
Also, while you’re over there- THE CITY AND ITS FLOODED DOUBLE.
Nice interviews with Laura van den Berg on the event of her debut What the World Will Look Like When All the Water Leaves Us live now @lunapark and @thefastertimes.
Books I Bought Last Week, Where I Bought Them, What They Cost
Last week was a big book-buying week for me. I don’t know why, exactly, but I just kept going for it. If anything, I think I was reminding myself how thoroughly lucky I am to live in a city where there are literally dozens of independent bookstores that I can go visit anytime I feel like it.
Bookthug Nation – a newly opened used bookstore on North 3rd street between Berry and Wythe, in Williamsburg. This place is really fantastic, and I’m thrilled that they exist. The space is super-intimate, the curation is stellar, there’s art on the wall by the guy who does Cometbus, and they hold events there. Books purchased: (1) A hardcover copy of The Ghost Writer by Philip Roth ($5). I already own this book as part of the Zuckerman Unbound quartet, but my copy of that book is falling to pieces, and I figure that GW is the one I’m most likely to re-read. (2) The Odyssey, translated by Robert Fitzgerald ($3). This is the best-known translation, and owning it feels sort of like owning a copy of the King James Bible–something you ought to have on-hand, irrespective of when (or whether) you actually read it. (3) Bawdy Verse: A Pleasant Collection ($4) edited by E.J. Burford. A sweet little anthology of dirty poems and songs from Old England. “The weather is cold and chilly / And heating will do thee no harm, / I’ll put a hot Thing in thy Belly / To keep thy body warm.” – “Mine Own Sweet Honey-bird-chuck,” ~1655. And so on.
Antichrist is by far the best and most well made film I’ve seen in at least a couple years.
A ‘life-changing’ book
Two weeks ago, after my class and I read Lydia Millet’s My Happy Life, we talked about how the book affected us. I asked them to describe how they felt immediately after they finished reading the book. I tried to explain to them that after I finished reading My Happy Life, I just sat in my house at my desk and stared at the wall and felt emotions, but as I felt the emotions, I had a hard time realizing which emotions I was feeling, as if the realization that I was feeling emotions was incompatible with the actual feeling of emotions. Does that make sense? Then I stopped talking and looked at my class and giggled.
Anyhow, some of the students also added their experiences to my own, and though I can’t remember all that was exactly said, I remember that what was often described was this sense that the book left the student both feeling happy and sad (this seemed to be an exciting part of the conversation because it required us to keep in mind sadness and happiness simultaneously), that the book had made the student think about the ‘details’ and ‘little things’ of his or her life (remember the narrator’s collection of tiny objects?), that no matter how shitty you think your life is…and so on.