Showing posts with label complaints. Show all posts
Showing posts with label complaints. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

Whaaaa?

A draw between Denis Johnson's Train Dreams, Karen Russell's Swamplandia, and darling David Foster Wallace's posthumously published The Pale King.

The store is the rare position of having no less than three of Wallace's books, including his first novel,  currently in possession. Come quick!


 
But wait, there's more!! Just found tucked under a pile of stuff at home is a copy of The Pale King! And the reader is advised that two editors have access to this page under different email addresses and passwords. These two never share plans  regarding posts, nor do they discuss the content of current articles. This absence  of communication in the newsroom could lead to problems in the future, but the issue now under consideration, D.F.W.'s books, is a simple matter of logging on and adding helpful information. It would also be helpful if  editors were to initial their posts so that an occasional vulgarity or other inappropriate content could be accurately attributed. J.M. ( currently enjoying Jennifer Egan's A Visit from the Goon Squad)  preceded in the first half by J.S. who has taken an active role in enlivening this blog. Thanks, J.S.

Thursday, March 22, 2012

Scribbling Scribes

Illuminating Your Margins

"—a collection of complaints monks scribbled in the pages of illuminated manuscripts."

"Illumination": What a a poetic word for scribbling in the margins! Here at the bookstore, we sell only non-illuminated (not to be mistaken for non-luminous) books. The debate rages as to whether reading a book among a community of previous note-takers is charming or rather odious. Maybe it would be more fun if marginalia worked something like Tom Riddle's diary inThe Chamber of Secrets. Wouldn't you like to have a tete-a-tete with some codgy monk? Something like "Oh stop your bellyaching! It's not like you're dying of the Plague! Oh wait..."