August 2009

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Below is a guest post from Jillian Lauren, Claire’s favorite unpublished writer.  However, that status will soon change when her memoir will be available for all of us to read.  Some Girls: My Life in a Harem is coming out from Plume in May 2010.  No need to wait though to read her thoughts, check out Jillian’s blog for her take on “motherhood, writing and other random junk.”  Right now she’s blogging about being on tour with her husband (the bass player in Weezer) with a toddler in tow.  Here is her review of Printed Matter:

My husband and I were early for dinner plans in Chelsea and it started to rain. We spotted an intriguing storefront across 10th Avenue between 21st and 22nd and made a dash for the doorway. The sign outside read “Printed Matter,” but at first glance I couldn’t tell if it was a bookstore or an art gallery or an obsessive shrine to a band I’d never heard of called Destroy All Monsters. Turns out it was a bit of all of those things.

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Printed Matter is a non-profit dedicated to the promotion of publications made by artists. Their website states that they “foreground the book as an alternative venue – or artistic medium- for artists’ projects and ideas.” The friendly clerk (don’t be put off by the fact that he’s cooler than you, he’ll still take pity on you and answer your questions) told me that there is an open submissions policy. Anyone can submit their book, whereupon a committee decides if they consider it an art book or not and whether it will join the mind-boggling collection of thousands of art books on Printed Matter’s shelves.

I picked up book after surprising book by artists I hadn’t heard of, including a minimalist poet, a Dada-inspired mail artist and a lesbian collective who paper neighborhoods with posters full of provocative self-identifiers. I opened a couple of the books and had that odd experience of seeing an image reproduced from a dream I just had, or of reading a line of poetry that echoed the exact sentiment running through my brain on the subway ride downtown.

For example, I had been walking through New York for days thinking that I kept seeing people I knew. As if parallel universe doppelgangers of my eighty-four year old neighbor and my old boss and my first boyfriend were all hanging around in Central Park. Then I happened upon a book in Printed Matter called New York: Everything Reminds Me of Something, a book of photographs by Sissa Marquardt and Markus Schmolz. It’s a gorgeous little gem that I decided to add to the weight of my suitcase.

The other serendipitous aspect of my browsing experience involves the psychotic shrine I mentioned, which is actually an art installation called Hungry for Death. It showcases the work of the band Destroy All Monsters, a Michigan collective consisting of Cary Loren, Niagra, Jim Shaw and Mike Kelley among others. I happen to live two houses away from the warehouse that serves as Mike Kelley’s studio. We bought the DVD of his film Day is Done.

As I was purchasing my treasures, I admired a little round book bound all the way around with a spiral binding. It was entitled Boundless, which is a good word to describe Printed Matter as well.

Printed Matter

195 10th Avenue

New York City, NY 10011

T:  212.925.0325

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the-return-of-the-prodigal-son-rembrandt-van-rijnThe Power of Art

It’s not uncommon to hear that a work of art changed a person’s life.  In The Return of the Prodigal Son, Henri J.M. Nouwen, one of the great 20th century Christian writers, describes his encounter with Rembrandt’s painting of the same name. Nouwen first sees the painting in a colleagues office when he is exhausted after lecturing in US churches about preventing war and violence in Central America.  Over the next few years he ruminates on its meaning as he leaves his teaching post at Harvard and begins working at Daybreak, a home for the mentally handicapped.   Nouwen opens the book:  “A seemingly insignificant encounter with a poster presenting a detail of Rembrandt’s “The Return of the Prodigal Son” set in motion a long spiritual adventure that brought me to a new understanding of my vocation and offered me new strength to live it.”  Talk about life altering, it almost makes me afraid to visit a museum.

Nouwen divides his book into three primary sections which follow the primary players in the prodigal son parable:  the younger son, the elder son, the father.   In each section, he analyzes that character in the painting, in Rembrandt’s life, and in Nouwen’s spiritual journey. Read the rest of this entry »

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In the last week, I noticed two instances of Northshire Bookstore in the news, so on this summer day jammed with back-to-school preparations, I decided to quickly share them with you.  First, Bookshop Blog posted a terrific video introducing the store:

I love their motto “Northshire Bookstore, creating community one book at a time.” 

Second, the Rutland-Herald printed a review of the bookstore and mentioned the live bluegrass music every Saturday since March.  The floor manager, Erik Barnam said “It was kind of an experiment. I wanted to keep it low-key and informal … some nice mellow musicians to kind of serenade our browsing clientele and guests.”  It’s worked so well that Barnam is expanding the program.  Classical music will be added soon and performances will occur on Friday and Saturday night, all for your browsing pleasure. 

As if there weren’t already enough reasons to visit beautiful Vermont!

Northshire Bookstore

4869 Main St.

Manchester Center, VT

T:  800.437.3700

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My favorite part of the book--that's the author on the front cover

My favorite part of the book--that's the author on the front cover

  The Concubine of Shanghai by Hong Ying tells an age old “beach read” story–truly deprived girl makes good but the cost is high.  It even has a fairly common Asian twist, the girl is sold to a brothel owner and starts as a prostitute.  Cassia works as a servant in the Duchess Pavilion, the best whorehouse in Shanghai, and the leader of the Hong Brotherhood (presumably the powerful Triad, it’s never fully explained) falls for her unbound feet and breasts and her feisty attitude.  Their torrid romance is cut short when he is brutally murdered.  With Cassia’s support gone, she eventually re-makes herself as the leader of an acting troupe.  The new Triad leader notices her and as his mistress she rises once again to prosperity.  To the extent we all like stories that sweep us away, Hong Ying provides moments of that, but it feels like Judith Krantz Chinese style.

While the book quotes the New York Times describing Hong Ying as “a raw and powerful writer,” I think the reviewer was reading another book or the translation was bad.  As Claire discussed in last week’s Translated Tuesday post, sometimes reading translated books can feel alienating and it’s hard to know if it’s the intent of the writer, or if the writing just isn’t as good as it could be, or if it’s the translation.  Here, I suspect there is enough blame to go around.  Awkward phrasing is clearly the responsibility of the translator, especially when the word “the” is missing or when there is a direct translation of the words but the meaning is lost.  At one point in the book, the author pokes fun at a speech by the American ambassador saying “his pronunciation was good, but the words he used were too formal, causing Read the rest of this entry »

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target400Target.  Ah, Target.

One of the things I like best about small independent bookstores is that the owners’ touch can be felt throughout the stores.   A smaller shop and a restricted buying budget means someone has to make choices about what to keep in stock.  There will always be certain titles everyone has to buy and display (I have yet to find a general bookstore that turns its nose up at New York Times bestsellers) but once you get beyond those requisite big names, indie owners get to influence their clientele by picking and choosing the books they want to promote.   That’s what gives these bookstores so much individuality and makes the experience so much richer than simply walking into any chain and getting bombarded by, well, everything.

Target stores should be the anti-Indie.  They’re the opposite of everything we promote on this blog–they’re ubiquitous and sprawling and have huge volume sales.  They’re also not bookstores–they’re department stores.  But for that very reason, Target is able to take a similar “pick and choose” approach to promoting books and authors that small independent bookstores do. Read the rest of this entry »

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