It occurred to me today, listening to someone complain about GRRMs publishing schedule for A Song of Ice and Fire, we've been waiting for the third book in a trilogy, The Art Trilogy, from Clive Barker since 1994. Yeah, he's come out with other books since then, but we want to see how it ends. (I didn't realize Jean Auel had finished her series in '11 with The Land of Painted Caves, a nine year gap since The Shelters of Stone, which came twelve years after The Plains of Passage.)
So last week Perry and I stopped in a new bookstore in the area, a bookstore with a genre specific name and, for the most part, selection. My tongue still has bite marks from where I restrained my suggestions... but I still need to vent. So here goes- bookstore critique:
It was quiet. No other customers, so it would have benefitted from some music. As they'd just opened, the walls were bare, a sterile, clinical white- they would have benefitted from some artwork, which would have been easy enough to come by- blown up cover art, framed. (As they sold mostly genre fiction, there was a abundance of covers to choose from.).
The bookshelves were cubby hole style book cases, chest height. These were plain wood, sturdily built, but they were too close together to get a good view of the stock. The tops were unused, prime display space that needed something in it- spotlighting an author or a cover artist, for example. Even a plant, real or otherwise, would have been nice.
The proprietor was friendly enough, greeting us when we came in, letting us know if we saw multiple copies of the same book it was reflecting condition and edition. He then left us alone to browse, until we were ready to leave when he shared a tidbit about a pseudonymous author- whose book he just happened to have on the counter .
We thanked him for letting us browse, but left without buying anything. Sadly, I don't think we'll be back, we saw all we needed to see.
I hope he does well, but as he's focused on a very narrow portion of the market, I applaud his efforts but worry he won't be around this time next.
and Perry asks if I'd like to move back and then I think of these places
and THEN I consider the traffic... and say "Hell no."
I live walking distance to a national park and I saw a bear outside of my living room. Where I am is pretty good.
But I wouldn't discount moving again... now that I've cut my roots, maybe I can really grow.
I climb on top of a counter to reach it, pull down the shiny metal box and see... Shirley Jones. It's a reproduction Partridge Family lunchbox. The shop keeper tells me that it's for the dvd boxed set, which interests me a far as how annoyed Perry would be.
I used to have this in real life. I found a thermos years ago, it's in storage in Norfolk right now. l love Adam-12. I recently re-watched EVERY episode on netlix. Surprisingly, it still holds up. A little dated, yes, but that's to be expected.
The hell of the Partridge Family Perry would have to endure is closed captions = SING-A-LONG!
How odd. I was talking to Perry yesterday about bookstore stuff, like how I'd hand sold several copies of a novel and the boss hadn't realized it until the publisher's sales rep was there and the paperback was getting released.
I was a little disappointed to have missed this Creature book, but it's for the best, since Tom Weaver, the victim of the plagiarism, has his own book coming out in July!
That's how I'm spending my snow day.
I was in a school auditorium, based on the one from my high school. i was parked in the white van up front, the van facing the back of the auditorium, tail gate up, sitting on the bumper. on the stage there are about dozen girls in light lavender almost gray dresses, singing and performing, instruments and everything, Tori Amos's song Raspberry Swirl.
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I dreamed I was
in a production of The Cradle Will Rock in the black box theater at ODU. It was only a chorus role, but something had happened to one of the principles and since I was so familiar with the show via the movie, I got the part.
How odd. I never had acting desires in college, preferring to help with house management, though The Cradle Will Rock would not have been out of place at the Stables, with its Brechtian influences- they did Brecht's The Good Woman of Setzuan as well as Sophie Treadwell's expressionistic drama Machinal while I was there. The funny thing about the dream is I got my role because of my familiarity with the movie, which wasn't released until nine years after I'd left ODU.
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Despite the vivid dreams, I slept poorly- restless and apnea like choking when I would drift off, real rest didn't come til 9:30-10ish, and even that sleep was preoccupied with dreaming. I blame late night Reese's Cups. (again)
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i remember hearing an audio announcement that Golda Meir won an award as a character and unreliable narrator for a Nelson DeMille novel .I dreamed I was in a Mall. those rides that would go in circles, like low rent carousels, with plastic and fiberglass animals, those could move freely across the floor. there were mercenary assassins like in comic books: one drove an ice cream truck, the other was doing it for his little sister. I has to talk to one of them by climbing a tree. there was a fantasy city in the middle of the real world where I had to stand on the wall of the city and step backward off the wall in order to return to the real world of the mall.
earlier dream: in an episode of SVU. I know it's an episode, I'm breaking the fourth wall. A little girl has killed her father buy blowing up their apartment with butane lighters. the one person besides me who knows the truth is terrified of her. he talks to me while shes in the lobby getting a delivery of potatoe chips. I'm in a red office in an elevator and I'm talking to detective Olivia from svu.
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