As I am reading the 4th short short story in this beautiful collection I am suddenly reminded of the authoritative voice of Rebecca Brown's fiction. WAs I am reading the 4th short short story in this beautiful collection I am suddenly reminded of the authoritative voice of Rebecca Brown's fiction. While not the same fantastical content, there is the eye-opening, head nodding, dual sensation of wanting to put the book down and savor the words while simultaneously wanting to speed read because the pacing, the sentences, the odd fragments all make sense, are a vernacular that is familair yet new. And I am plunged into a memory of sitting on Jenne Patrick's small tiny mattress, in a room in a house in Santa Cruz in 1994. The taste of ramen noodles mushroom flavored leaks from my taste buds. The discovery of Brown's writing rooted me to the bed, to the moment. Reading Walsh I am in another borrowed bed, reading late at night, later still even, as an hour simply vanishes with the daylight savings, my eyes tired but my brain indefatigable. There is something wintry and sad and singular in Walsh's prose. There is an equanimity in the placement of the words. I continue to read and feel a Raymond Carverish honesty: painful and familiar. The story Claustrophobia: so much, so good, aphoristic zingers that cause me to want to be friends with these stories, to want to take a walk and chat with these stories, and laugh and exclaim out loud, "Oh, you are so right!", "Exactly!".
p.66 especially: a shirt is described as having "labial frills" and then down further "You could employ someone to be me and get just the same thing, maybe even better, if you had the money."...more
I find that, as Bonnet, there are a myriad of factors when it comes to arranging the titles in one's own library, a task in my own library where I havI find that, as Bonnet, there are a myriad of factors when it comes to arranging the titles in one's own library, a task in my own library where I have often been moved to immobility, holding the volume up and pondering for lengths of time that could well be spent reading said book. Yet this process is part of the joy of possessing books, to feel the physical weight and to try to understand where this book fits in with the rest of your books, your friends. I often play a leap frog game from one book to the next, a trail, it is a path that has double backed on itself and meandered circuitous lengths from childhood when I began to seek out any book mentioned by an author that I admired or devoured, a lifetime's curriculum created by the growing whim of my own tastes; the next title to be read is often lurking somewhere in the current book that I am reading. Many times I find that what I have just read, new authors and titles that have recently been introduced and taken shape as a welcomed friend, that they are buried there, in reference or spirit, or dedication, in the next books of the reading path I am on. I see these mentions as an indicator that I am on the true path of my own enlightenment, that I am continuing on the adventure promised to me at a young age when I was encouraged to read: words, stories, and a possible answer to the indefatigible 2 year old inside of me's question "Why?"....more
I did my time at Mama's Royal Cafe mostly from 2005-2007. I was living in relationshipland in a cottage just off of Shattuck Ave with a boyfriend, a cI did my time at Mama's Royal Cafe mostly from 2005-2007. I was living in relationshipland in a cottage just off of Shattuck Ave with a boyfriend, a couple of dogs, and a pondful of fish, my favorite being Saint Lucy, a survivor of a racoon attack that left her blind. I would go to Mama's and sit and drink coffee, wait for a table on the weekends in the driveway next door reading the paper and drinking coffee, and have weekday mornings breakfasts once or twice a week. I wish that every place I've spent time in over the years had a graphic novel created about it's orgin stories, it's history. I also really like the use of the bluish color as a sepia-like wash. I've since learned, from the nice guy at the newish comicbook store in Downtown Oakland, that these color washes are a new trend in contemporary comics....more
This book is amazing! My favorite drawing is either The Weathers, The Noisemakers, or The Gleaming Chows (that last one mostly because it sounds likeThis book is amazing! My favorite drawing is either The Weathers, The Noisemakers, or The Gleaming Chows (that last one mostly because it sounds like a good band name). I will add this book to my used bookstore mental list as it needs to be in the home library....more
Read on the back steps in a rare pocket of sun that comes out around noon and lasts for an hour or so in January. Finished in the living room later thRead on the back steps in a rare pocket of sun that comes out around noon and lasts for an hour or so in January. Finished in the living room later the same day, nighttime, under a yellow and brown plaid wool blanket. Perfect winter reading, the introspective diaristic narrative propells me through seasons of time; Gabby's adventures of seemingly mundane daily activities alleviates my own malaise and bouys my spirit. ...more
I again want to reiterate how much I love the S.F. public library. Picked this up from the hold shelf this afternoon on the way from the farmer's markI again want to reiterate how much I love the S.F. public library. Picked this up from the hold shelf this afternoon on the way from the farmer's market, where I bought almonds and cucumbers, lemons and broccoli. I threw all of the groceries in the fridge, grabbed a glass of wine and a sunhat, put the laundry out to dry on the deck, then sat down next to drying denim and wool and read this from cover to cover. An hour and a half completly evaporated and I was transported to Tomine's world, which is a mish mash of slightly familiar landmarks across the bay in Berkeley and slightly less familiar landmarks in Southern Californialand. Tomine's comics reinforce for me the whimsy and fullness that every small interaction with strangers has the potential for. HIs books should be used in every high school creative writing class for sure. After I had finished, I gently knocked on Zette's door and left the book propped against it....more
This book is an offbeat romantic comedy that can be read in the space of time it would take to watch two offbeat romantic comedies. A zippy plot driveThis book is an offbeat romantic comedy that can be read in the space of time it would take to watch two offbeat romantic comedies. A zippy plot driven cross-genre book, filled with characters who are emotionally stuck looking in the rearview mirror to the halcyon days of college. There are some comparisons that could be made to Lisa Lutz's new book, to Tama Janowitz, and to some extent newer Jonathan Lethem and Thomas Pynchon: A wacky mystery propels the reader through a land mine field of contempory culture insights and nostalgia driven one liners. It really just depends on how much the authors sense of humor and personal jokes jibe with your own. Crosley's could give a fuck attitude from her essays is pervasive, but there are so many one liners that are jarring, that pull the reader out of the text. Like the sex scene with the cell phone, just weird....more