Look! I’m using the Journal!
You might want to look at a very interesting publishing endeavor we’ve been associated with— here’s a blog entry that discusses it:
http://honeyedmagic.com/2009/11/05/the-next-queen-of-heaven/
And while I’m here, it’s a stunning fall day in Montague— come and join us. Karen just unpacked some wonderful and unusual new art books.
Remember how I said I was really, really going to use this journal this year? Yeah, well, I suck. Anyway, here are the pictures of the annual insane-people-going-down-the-falls-don’t-even-think-of-trying-this-at-home-or-here-either-for-that-matter: RIVERRUN 09. Kudos to Lisa B., intrepid bookseller and Upwords maven, for upholding the honor of the Bookmill.
We said we’d post more often and here we are, with the store open on this glorious if chilly day. The waterfall is frozen and beautiful and the store is full of people and books. Also there are free chocolates left over from Christmas that my daughters begged me to get rid of.
Book of the day: Hail Chant and Water Chant, 1946, a first edition on Navajo Religion by Mary Wheelwright, $49.95. Because I love the poetry of the title. (For those of you unfamiliar with the store, 99.9% of our books are priced at a tiny fraction of this one.)
The Bookmill makes a New Year’s resolution to use this Journal. Really. Help by offering comments, pictures, complaints, or news. (Except we don’t really want complaints.)
And for the next few months, join us for movies on Sunday nights.
So from everyone here, we wish you a happy New Year and a literary 2009.
Many fine naps have been taken in the Bookmill (and many of them by me), but here’s Liam taking one on the Bookmill, bless his lovely heart.
A message from my brother in Philadelphia:
“It happened again. I was watching the hypnotically quick flickering of the digits on the gas pump, when a guy walks up and says he noticed my bumper sticker. I think, “Yeah, go Barack.” Oops, wrong bumper sticker. So when a tall Mark from Kalamazoo says he ran into your bro at the Sunoco at 22nd and Walnut, you don’t need to be suspicious. He’s not just another fanboy, it really happened. He has friends in Leveritt (sp?) and hits the Mill at least once every time he’s there. Give him the one-day family discount!”
I’d love it if you would send me reports of your Bookmill T-shirt, book-bag and bumper sticker sightings and encounters outside of the Valley. Take a picture and you’ll inspire this severely cyber-challenged analog person to figure out how to post them here.
I know, I’m asking for help again. But I have a problem: I can’t stop buying books for the store. We are unpacking university press books right now— MIT, Cornell, Oxford… Lots of history of labor (just in time for Labor Day), towers of architecture, masses of art and photography. Also we’ve just received landscape design, economics, psychology, African American studies, and lots of politics and contemporary political issues. We’re putting it on the shelves as fast as we can and we’re running out of room. Be kind. Come take away some books.
Besides, it’s beautiful here right now. It’s always beautiful here.
We have just taken in so many great books from great and interesting people that there’s really not room for them. We’re shelving wonderful books on art and illustration that we got in from one of the Valley’s many illustrious illustrators. We’re battling our way through towers of European medieval history, literary criticism, and political theory. Soon we’ll be tackling and wrestling down lots of Russian history. You’ll find Habermas, Adorno, C.L.P. James, Batailee, Freire, as well as Dore and the Hildebrandts.
We’re also going to put out a wide selection of academic books that have some underlining or notations, many of them from those pesky expensive university presses, for $2.50 a pop. Come and rummage.
In a mood for some observation of nature on another hot day? The falls outside the window (see previous post) are yesterday and today full of lampreys trying to get upstream to spawn (instead of cafe bus trays trying to get downstream for who-knows-what purpose— the life cycle of the bus tray is still a largely unresearched field).
Plus, the store is full of books. Really full. Not trying to get anywhere in particular, so far. Though we are watching them carefully.
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