"This is Karl, he wrote a book called MY STRUGGLE."
Joe: The last interview.
Colin: This is the last one.
J: The last one before you leave, man. I’m honored. Although, I don’t have time to do my Lennon Remembers interview he did for Playboy in the ‘70s when he was all bitter and hated everyone. I’d have to prepare more.
C: Bitter about The Beatles?
J: Yea, The Beatles. It’s super outrageous, right after they broke up. Lennon’s like, “I’m a genius and genius is pain,” and stuff like that. I’m paraphrasing, obviously. There’s one part where he’s like, “If I could be a fisherman I would. But I can’t. I’m brilliant.” He says a lot of nasty stuff about Paul, in particular.
C: Did they interview all The Beatles?
J: No, it’s just him. It’s him and then Yoko chimes in occasionally. And he defends her a lot because he felt she was unfairly treated. But I always thought when we did this I would do my John Lennon. (Dons fake British accent) “If I could do something else I would.” (Typing) It’s from 1970. I’m looking it up. So. I’m not gonna do that.
C: There’s no one here that you want to #$@! all over, or argue hampered your creativity or anything?
J: Probably shouldn’t.
C: When did you start working at Common Good Books?
J: Oh, I’ve worked here forever it seems like. I started right after we opened, so pretty much after college. I worked at a grocery store before this and it was awful. I did a whole year there and then got on here and ended up getting full time after awhile.
C: So, besides Martin, you’ve been here the longest.
J: And some part-timers, like Jean, Kathy, Keelin, Rene. I hope I’m not forgetting anybody.
C: What do you think has changed the most?
J: The move has definitely helped a lot. We’re busier, more visible; it’s easier to do events. We’re next to Macalester, which really helps. People know where it is. Even if you don’t know St. Paul, everyone kind of has a clue about Snelling and Grand. It’s just good that were not in a basement.
Make that Good Books of Early. Two releases we can’t wait to talk about are Ben Lerner’s novel 10:04 (Available 9/2) and John Williams’ Augustus (8/19). As I said half-jokingly via email earlier this month, Lerner’s novel serves as something of a meta-sequel to his critically-adored debut—and CGB favorite—Leaving the Atocha Station. There are no shortage of sequels in the summertime and readers may understandably frown at the thought of opening a book only to find droll callbacks and bigger explosions. The good news is that Ben Lerner is probably in the top five best writers under 40 category and the only big bang in 10:04 is the sound of Ben Lerner, a poet by trade, tearing the heart out of the contemporary lyric novel and leaving its skeleton, cold and accountable. What we get is not quite Adam from Leaving the Atocha Station but a similarly fraudulent young writer whose first novel was a conspicuously critical success, but 35 and with a book contract. Both Lerner and Williams (1922-94) contemplate the making and side-effects of American individualism, but Williams, over the course of three novels, envisioned its source, namely solitude, from three periods in Western history, working his way back to Ancient Rome in Augustus. The epistolary novel won the National Book Award in 1973 and has now been brought back into print by NYRB. That’s right, a book that won the National Book Award has been harder to find for some 10 years than Jedi Search, book one of the Jedi Academy Trilogy, presumably also in print.
Also expelled from the riptide of obscurity comes Don Carpenter’s (1932-95) The Hollywood Trilogy. Less of a trilogy, really, than three novels set in Hollywood by a screenwriter who redefined Western grit. Carpenter’s characters are acidicly ambitious and his take on their twisted and sundry pursuits of despair comes as close to an insider’s confession as any celebrity memoir, without, miraculously, sacrificing humanity. Plus, where else can you find three bracing, intelligent novels together for $19? It’s meant not to be answered. Please stop saying Costco.
You know, before Monday night, I would have referred to Saint Paul as A great city to get coffee in! Or A great city to read about! But ever since we threw our first midnight release party in honor of Haruki Murakami, my apparent sarcasm has changed its inflection. Saint Paul? Try great city to stay up like a GANGSTER and… read in, still quietly. Approximately 40 people stayed up late for Lit Up Late to eat, drink, perhaps meet their neighbors, I’m not sure, I was in charge of drinks, and get their hands on Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage the second it went on sale. We had a blast and thank everyone for coming and not dressing up.
Speaking of parties. There ain’t no party like a paperback party cause a paperback party don’t Shhh! Our most anticipated paperbacks of late include Very Recent History by Choire Sicha, which Sarah calls “detached, deceptive,” and one of her “top five” books of the year; The Illusion of Separateness by Simon Van Booy, which I call “a concise and compassionate summer read, with staccato prose and fleeting, cross-stitched chapters,” and White Girls by Hilton Als, which several members of our staff are “very excited” to read, eventually.
"Discoveries" at Elliot Bay Book Company, in Seattle, WA
Roughly three days into my trip to Seattle, the irony of objects in my carry-on occurred to me like weather must to birds mid-flight. By my side, altogether, were two notebooks, a pen, iPod, dates, four granola bars and a copy of the following: The New York Trilogy by Paul Auster, Am I a Redundant Human Being? by Mela Hartwig, Pam Rehm’s rather slim third book of poems, The Larger Nature, The Chairs Are Where the People Go by Misha Glouberman and Sheila Heti, C.J. Jung’s The Undiscovered Self, Christian Wiman’s My Bright Abyss (hardcover), Picasso’s Tears: Poems 1978-2013 by Wong May (hardcover), The Joshua Book by Zachary Schomburg (hardcover), Laughter in Ancient Rome by Mary Beard (to my count, that’s four hardcovers), A Short Introduction to the Ancient Greek Theater by Graham Ley, Virginia Woolf’s (best book) The Waves, Geoff Dyer’s magnificent Out of Sheer Rage, Daybook by Anne Truitt, The Event of Literature by Terry Eagleton and, wait for it, Wayne Muller’s A Life of Being, Having, and Doing Enough. I know, I know. I had the same reaction.
What brought me to Seattle, you ask: A six month residence? To build a useless dam? No, in fact, vacation; a time intended to reduce stress, to lighten the supposedly proverbial load. To be fair, I began the trip with five books on my person, an acceptable—if not exactly frugal—number for the socially-inept traveler, stuck on stage two of Erikson’s hierarchy of development. For readers, time away—any time away—from home represents what I imagine a low fire came to stand for to our Hominidae ancestors: fear; stress; some early form of existential dread. Yes, there’s the Kindle, which I’ve given up not using to refer to all “devices” made for “users,” as if reading was analogous to plugging in one’s cell-phone. But books are different; books require attention like a country does one’s passport. Attention I was determined and defiantly ill-prepared to give as I sat onboard the plane like a one-man band quite literally adjusting to life “on the road.” And then I went to The Elliot Bay Book Company.
At a recent store meeting, the staff of Common Good Books set sail on the topic of how best to sell more new books. “I could stand by the door with my shirt off,” said Joe. “We could trade books for coffee, or donuts,” I said, before reminding everyone in the group of what Joe had said. And before long we had our idea: spruce up the titles of densely nontransparent novels with subtitles culled from nonfiction books! For example, Jo Jo Moyes’ new book, One Plus One (more like One Plus Boring…), becomes One Plus One: My Year in a Woman’s Prison. You get the idea. Unless, of course, you have the donuts on you…
Edan Lepucki, author of California, recently gave Stephan Eirik Clark’s debut novel, Sweetness #9, the “Lepucki Lift” on The Colbert Report, calling it, appropriately, “so good.” Here Clark recommends a few addictively good books of his own. Catch Clark in person on August 19th at Common Good Books.
The strange thing about book recommendations is that you have to rely on your memory to give them, and when you last read a book twenty years ago, you might have reason to doubt that memory. All the same, I can’t help but suggest you pick up Nude Men by Amanda Filipacchi, because with the exception of maybe Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, I can’t remember another book making me laugh so hard. That the source of Fliipacchi’s humor is a relationship between a sexually-precocious 11-year-old girl and the flummoxed man who tries to fend off her advances is all the more astounding. The first paragraph should be enough to hook you:
Bookseller and Patisserer…er
Top Five Books
Top Five Desserts
Most important things first: the blurbs on the back of James Kelman’s new book, If It Is Your Life (Other Press, 2014), are, omg, so funny. Don’t believe me? One of them says “Boobs”—The Good Times. Indeed. Kelman visited Common Good Books in 2013 to read from Mo Said She Was Quirky, a novel set in underclass London in a period of 24 hours. If It Is Your Life, a collection of short stories, takes place similarly inside the heads of Scotland’s destitute, but no less alive working poor. Kelman and his characters are casual, hysterical and moving all at once. And fans of his say that they feel healthier, more relaxed and ready to “enjoy life again.”
An author who needs no introduction is back and would like your attention, please. At least, his estate would. Ernest Hemingway’s The Sun Also Rises is now available in hardcover, which seems like an odd thing to say until you consider that the new Hemingway Library edition includes early drafts and deletions designed to show you what a giant pain in the ass it was for old Hemmy to revise and stitch together what many consider the greatest (and Papa Hem the hardest) work of his career. Hemingstein. Bumby. Oinboines. I’m done. What? I’m done.
An author who needs a little introduction, hailed by Susan Sontag as “indisputably one of the half-dozen or so living American writers worth taking seriously,” James Purdy’s (1914-2009) short stories are collected for the first time in The Complete Short Stories of James Purdy (Liveright, 2014), after the response of focus groups to the alternative titles Purdy Good Short Stories and Purdy Does Bejing. Purdy’s work holds to the light a different sort of down and out, that of the American psyche. His early work, in fact, was deemed “disturbed” and printed privately in the United States. I imagine inside of a darkroom or seedy hotel. Which must have been hugely embarrassing and time-intensive. As if publishing wasn’t hard enough.
Two books that wouldn’t be but are, or wouldn’t be if not for books, or something along those lines. are now in print: Pier Paolo Pasolini’s unfilmed screenplay St Paul (Verso Books, 2014), which adapts Paul’s text and legacy to the 20th century, and I Could See Everything (Coach House Books, 2014), a catalog of 46 paintings, with accompanying essays, by Canadian-bound artist and filmmaker Margaux Williamson, in honor of the 10th anniversary of a museum and show there that never took place. Its consequent publication means to all but blur the lines between contemporary modes of exhibition. Readers may recall that Margaux Williamson appeared once inauthentically before in Sheila Heti’s breakout novel “based on life” How Should A Person Be? But whether you couldn’t stop reading or rolling your eyes at Heti’s remembrances of things daft, Williamson’s art is that rare combination of intellectual, inviting and FREE! Just kidding. It’s not that imaginary.
Deborah Harkness’s decidely awaited third book in her All Souls Trilogy, The Book of Life, is finally, conclusively here. So is Deborah Harness on August 5th. Click here for more information. That’s all for now. And remember, it’s not what you read, but who you are, based on what you read.
And this is Common Good Books’ Art Section, newly trimmed in time for bikini season (practical how-to guides aren’t the only books with body image stuff). In honor of our “new and improved” Art Section, we take a look back on today’s date in 2012, when Joe, Georgia and I gave our Nonfiction Section a similar makeover with embitteredly different results, making every book inside it somehow harder to track down, to the point that it became a kind of game that no one talks about.