Note: This is the first of a series of posts that will appear from time to time dealing with personal libraries, whether real or fictional.
In his short story, “The Jelly Bean,” which appears in the collection, Tales of the Jazz Age, F. Scott Fitzgerald describes Jim Powell’s bedroom above Tilly’s garage, where he works part-time, in a fictional Georgia city of 40,000 people.
“It was a cheerless square of a room, punctuated with a bed and a battered table on which lay half a dozen books—Joe Miller’s Slow Train Thru Arkansas, Lucille, in an old edition very much annotated in an old fashioned hand; The Eyes of the World by Harold Bell Wright, and an ancient prayer book of the Church of England with the name Alice Powell and the date 1831 written on the fly-leaf.” Continue reading “Jelly Bean’s Library”→
*Please note that the following essay does not apply to my regular customers, or new customers who have serious questions about books, prices, etc. I enjoy conversing with my regular customers, new customers, people traveling through, etc.
There are a lot of lonely people in upstate New York, mostly men, whose loneliness seems to be self created, drowning the people nice enough to lend them an ear in a tsunami of words and whose own ears are stopped up so they never know what you are saying even if they come up for air, which they rarely do. They seek out small business owners and sole proprietors, monopolizing their time, sometimes buying something, most of the time not. Continue reading “All the lonely people Where do they all come from?”→
The CIA had a problem. The world’s most powerful spy agency with its own military, bigger than most militaries in the world, owed me $5.53 but couldn’t figure out how to pay me. It would take more than three years for them to solve the problem. They had toppled governments in less time.
With Ian Buruma’s Resignation NYRB goes where it has never gone before
Daniel T. Weaver
Near the end of Katherine Anne Porter’s short novel, Noon Wine, the main character, Royal Earle Thompson, recently acquitted of murder, rides around the county attempting to justify his behavior to his neighbors. At his last stop, he says to Mr. McClellan, “Well, as I reckon you happen to know, I’ve had some strange troubles lately, and, as the feller says, it’s not the kind of trouble that happens to a man every day in the year, and there’s some things I don’t want no misunderstanding about in the neighbors’ minds, so—” Continue reading “New York Review of Books Commits Intellectual Suicide”→
(This is an excerpt from Nothing Much Happens, Diary of an Upstate Bookseller, a work in progress.)
New customer from the UK in today, a verbal salad shooter, manure spreader. “Bloody” this and “bloody” that and George W. Bush is a wanker. Obama is a wanker too, and John Wayne was a bloody wanker. Most of the the time I could understand him, but sometimes I needed subtitles.
He comes to the States once a year, entering from Canada with a suitcase full of hundred dollar bills to buy vintage cars and parts to ship back to the Island to sell at a profit. His name is Ford*, but he buys and repatriates Triumphs, Austin Healys and MGs not Mustangs.
Prairie Fires: The American Dreams of Laura Ingalls Wilder (Metropolitan Books, 2017) by Caroline Fraser is a good book but not a great book. There is information in the book that you either won’t find elsewhere or won’t find without having to locate numerous sources. The book is important because it is the first comprehensive biography of Wilder and her daughter, Rose Wilder Lane.
In spite of the title, the book is as much about Rose as it is Laura. The title is also misleading in that much of the book has nothing to do with the prairie, prairie fires or Laura’s American dreams. And the title suggests that whatever Laura’s American dreams are, they are prairie fires, consuming whatever is in their way, but the book doesn’t show that at all. Fraser attempts to tie the book and title together in her Epilogue, but it doesn’t quite work. Continue reading “Caroline Fraser’s bio of Laura Ingalls Wilder is good but not great”→
THE BOOK HOUND WILL ONLY BE OPEN ON THURSDAYS, FRIDAYS AND SATURDAYS DURING SEPTEMBER. OTHER DAYS BY APPOINTMENT OR CHANCE. HOWEVER, ALL USED BOOKS AND OTHER USED ITEMS WILL BE DISCOUNTED BY 20% DURING SEPTEMBER.*
Without denying the social media site Facebook has some value, Siva Vaidhyanathan makes a strong case for Facebook’s overall destructive nature in his latest book, Antisocial Media How Facebook Disconnects Us and Undermines Democracy. (Oxford University Press, 2018.) Influenced by Neil Postman, the educator and critic whose best known book, Amusing Ourselves to Death (1985), made a similar case against television, Vaidhyanathan’s book describes and decries the addictive quality of Facebook as well as its shallowness. Continue reading “Antisocial Media – How Facebook Disconnects Us and Undermines Democracy. A Review.”→
There are few children’s books more charming and fun to read than Claire Huchet Bishop’s The Five Chinese Brothers, illustrated by Kurt Wiese and published in 1938. Like so many ethnic stories, critics have accused the book of ethnic and racial stereotyping. While most critics of the book have focused on Kurt Wiese’s illustrations, a few have criticized the text itself.