Those books are:
Did you think I was done? I’m not done. I have so many more photos of my thumb to share. These are all new to our tables, too.
These are some of the books new to our front tables just this week. At least one of them is perfect for you. No no, don’t bother denying it. Did you see the one with the bird heads? That other one has a planet or something on there. You’d probably love it.
Books: We have them. You want them. Sometimes. Now is one of those times, because I am about to tell you what’s new and good.
- Blood, Bones & Butter: This is a memoir by the woman who runs Prune. Astaff pick of Douglas, hated by the serial commatariat.
- Open City: Teju Cole’s meandering novel about a man meandering through New York City.
- Leaving the Atocha Station: This isn’t new, but it remains great.
- Invalid Format: An Anthology of Triple Canopy: Also not the newest, still one of the most interesting destinations on the internet.
- Conversations with Kafka: Franz!
- Ten Thousand Saints: The Lower East Side! Punks! Straight edge! The ’80s!
- Dukla: Dukla! Dustin says it’s “one of the most gently but singularly pointless novels I’ve read recently, is also one of the most satisfying.”
- Life Sentences: Cranky old Gass’ baroque sentences are still the funnest to read, even when they don’t make all the sense.
- The Flame Alphabet: We’ve got signed copies of this, about language plague.
- Vicky Swanky Is a Beauty: Deb Olin Unferth, whom I trust, says that “Each page is like throwing open the window in an electrical storm—strange sky, air full of voltage, and inside, a square of brave.”
New Year’s Day —
everything is in blossom!
I feel about average.
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