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Egg & Spoon

by Kelly Pickerill

Jacket (22)I’ve been charmed by Gregory Macguire’s new middle grade novel, Egg & Spoon. Though that’s its official classification I hesitate to call it middle grade; yes, it’s a fairy tale set in Imperial Russia, with two tween girl heroines and the inimitable, grandmotherly yet dangerous witch Baba Yaga as another of its main players. Its themes are the usual middle grade fare of being content with what you have and that anyone can be a hero. But it has much to offer grown-up readers, too. Much of the subtlety of the humor won’t be appreciated by younger readers, especially Baba Yaga’s references to modern culture (her indeterminate age has apparently endowed her with timelessness), and the narrator’s (a blind old monk in a prison tower) omniscient digressions from the story.

Aristocratic yet spoiled Ekaterina encounters the young and peasant Elena when the train taking her to St Petersburg is forced to stop in Elena’s poverty-stricken village. A mishap causes them to switch places as the train resumes its journey, and Elena finds herself a stowaway on the train. Sure that the mistake will be discovered and the train will return to pick her up, Ekaterina begins to walk along the tracks, only to be swept into the clutches of the legendary witch, Baba Yaga. Ekaterina doesn’t know what to make of the ramblings of the witch—of the firebird and its magical tail feathers, of the ice dragon whose slumber in the north is said to be responsible for the winter season’s frost—she barely believes in the witch herself. But Baba Yaga knows something is wrong with the balance of magic in the world, because the snow is melting and winter is thawing too soon. Everyone heads to St Petersburg, Baba Yaga to warn the Tsar of the problems, Ekaterina to return to her privileged life, and Elena hoping to get help for her suffering family.

The elements of Maguire’s beloved Wizard of Oz retelling, Wicked, may be more familiar to readers than a world of firebirds and thousand-year-old Russian witches, yet Egg & Spoon connects us to a tradition that is familiar in a different way, and is as layered as Elena’s matryoshka doll—the bonds of friendship, the love of family, the precocious heroism of youth. An intricately crafted Faberge egg begins this adventure, and two girls from very different worlds must find common ground in order to end it.

Egg & Spoon is a selection of our Oz First Editions Club. A limited number signed first editions are still available.

Written by Kelly

Nicola’s Top 3 Southern Gothic Books

Corrupt churches burning witches, a town where everyone knows everyone and everyone keeps secrets, heavy boots walking through your house at night, these are the things of Southern Gothic. With Halloween approaching, what could be more scary than reading some terrifying stories about places close to your own home? Lock your screen door and close the rickety shudders, I’m going to count down my favorite books in one of the best genres.

The Resurrectionist by Matthew Guinn

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In the nineteenth century, it was illegal to dissect human corpses for medical education. So former slave Nemo was hired to “acquire” some specimens for South Carolina Medical College. Nemo, quiet, mysterious, and way too skilled with a carving knife, obeyed his white masters. But what are those talismans he carried? And what happened before he came to America on a slave ship?

Meanwhile, in the present, piles of human bones are discovered buried at the college. Dr. Jacob Thacker begins digging through the school’s past and finds a much darker history than he bargained for.

 A Good Man Is Hard to Find (and other stories) by Flannery O’Connor

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Imagine you are driving down a dusty dirt road in the middle of nowhere, trying to find an old house with a secret passage, when the car strikes something. You are flung from the vehicle, and standing above you is the infamous escaped convict The Misfit. This story and more like it are what make up the bone-chilling collection that is A Good Man Is Hard to Find. Flannery O’Connor is a classic Southern writer, and her short stories were a prominent layer in the foundation of Southern Gothic today.

 Interview with the Vampire by Anne Rice

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Southern Gothic is not complete without New Orleans, and this list would not be complete without my favorite vampire book. Anne Rice is one of the most respected Gothic writers today. Her tale of the poor vampire Louis weaves wonderfully through New Orleans. Her story is of French finery, cathedrals, and cold blood. While it is a Gothic story, it has hints of Romanticism, but no romance. Anne Rice makes you think, her characters are flawed and struggle with the morality around their existence, but are still extremely likeable.

P.S., Anne Rice just wrote a new a new Vampire Chronicles book!!!! It’s called Prince Lestat, and we have signed first editions. Um, can we say HOORAY?

 

Written by Nicola 

 

 

 

Studio Jackson Q & A

unnamedHow were you able to pick what would go into the book from each artist’s expansive works? So many options! 

N: We tried to work individually with each artist or craftsman to figure out what example of his or her work made the most sense to go in the book, so it varies from artist to artist. For some of the artists, such as Kristen Ley at Thimblepress or Andy Young at Pearl River Glass, we simply photographed what they were currently working on in their studio. With Fletcher Cox, we went to a home in Ridgeland where he has created a large quantity of furniture for the owner and helped design the house. For Bebe, we knew we wanted to include a photo of the iconic “Bebe” bird. The primary focus of the book is showing the artists in their studios, however, so in addition to showcasing their work we always ending up photographing whatever they were currently doing.

 

Do you feel like having backgrounds as booksellers lent itself to the process of putting together a book? 

N: Absolutely. I know first hand that everyone, no matter what, is going to judge the book by the cover, and this is especially true with an art book. I could write the best profile essays in the world and if the book was unattractive it would not sell. When I worked at Lemuria I spent a lot of time in Oz selling children’s books, and I noticed how people gravitated towards excellent illustration and design.

E: I feel like Nell and I have a grasp on what people look for in a book, having gained
that general knowledge from working in Lemuria. After selling thousands of books you
kinda start to get a feel for what it is people want in a book. HA!

 

 I’m going to be bad and ask you to pick favorites. Best studio space?

N: This is such an unfair question! Of course I loved all the studios for different reasons. I personally like to work in small spaces, so I was the most astonished by the huge studios that seem like they go on forever. I think Andy Young’s studio is astounding – it’s basically a maze; you move from building to building through narrow passageways that lead from one workspace to another. Bebe Wolfe’s studio also has a wonderland quality because there are so many different outposts for different tasks, yet there’s a comparable vibe and energy in every building. Kristen Ley’s studio is also a favorite for me because her inimitable sense of style is worked so seamlessly into the functionality of the space, and she organizes impeccably in room after room after room.

E: Richard Kelso. Richard is one of those people who is so near and dear to my heart; I
just adore him. I literally hang on his every word. If you were to dream up what an oil painter’s studio would look like in your mind it would be “The Box”. Richard lovingly calls his studio “The Box”. If I have heard “Alright Babydoll, I gotta get back to “The Box” one time, I’ve literally heard it a hundred. Richard is the very definition of a creature of habit. It is one of the things you have to love about him.

 

Ellen, who influences your work?

E: Oh dear lord too many to list. I’ll try and keep it brief: Ralph Eugene Meatyard, Annie
Leibovitz, Richard Avedon, Clarence John Laughlin, Herb Ritts, and Michael Kenna.

 

Artists can be notoriously reclusive. How do you feel like artists in the Jackson area fit into that spectrum? Were you surprised by any of their stories?

N: I think the artists and craftsmen that we interviewed and photographed were wonderfully trusting of us! They put themselves out there all the time selling their work, but asking an artist or craftsman to tell you their personal story and let you photograph their private space can be intimidating for everyone involved. There were certainly artists and craftsmen who I reached out to that were not interested in being part of this book for various reasons, and I expected that from the start. At the end of the day, I hoped that the artists would see being included in the book as flattering and exciting, and thankfully they all did.

The most surprising story for me was Roz Roy’s personal history and relationship with her art. I don’t want to give her story away yet, but she’s had an amazing life and artistic journey. I think readers will be drawn to her story as much as they are to her artwork.

 

On average, how long did each interview/photo shoot take?

N: Interviews lasted for at least two or three hours, and some interviews were multiple sessions.

E: The photo shoots ranged anywhere from 30 minutes to the delightful 3.5 hours I
spent with Roz Roy one afternoon just shooting her while she worked.

N: I will say the more photo shoots we did, the faster we got at breaking down the light kit and realizing when we had the shot we wanted. It was fun for me to watch Ellen grow as a photographer. The first shoots she would take up to 200 or 300 photos; by the end of the process she could shoot 10 and just tell me, “I got it,” and show me a shot that was perfect. There were definitely moments where we had the option to compromise or settle for less, and I am proud to say that neither one of us ever considered it.

 What was it like working together? 

N: I think working together on this project was an incredible journey for both of us. We have been close friends for years and have similar professional aspirations, but neither of us had ever worked on a book before. Now that we are finished with our first book, I can say that we relied heavily on each other throughout this process. What made this partnership so successful is that we never doubted each other even though we doubted ourselves. We truly admire each other’s strengths, and that keeps the whole project in perspective.

That being said, we relate to people in such similar ways that oftentimes our jobs in this project overlapped. Ellen came with me to most of my interviews with the artists and I went with her to most of the photo shoots. Ellen wasn’t the only one scouting for the photograph, I was not the only one asking questions about someone’s personal history. I might notice that someone seemed more comfortable photographed in a certain way, while Ellen caught a bit of history that I overlooked. Ellen took every photograph, and I wrote every word, but we helped each other with every step. I could not imagine a better partner.

E:  I think we were definitely good for each other. We both talked each other off the cliff
several times. Both of us are prone to dramatics but we both possess the ability to
downplay any kind of crisis that the other believes she is having. It was very symbiotic.

 

If you had any magical power, what would it be?

N: I am a picky eater and I hate cooking. I wish I could photosynthesize.

E: To make unicorns real so I could have one of my very own. I don’t think that’s really a
magical power, I just really want a unicorn. If that doesn’t suffice I kind of just want to be
Samantha Stephens from Bewitched. I want to be able to wiggle my nose and be
anywhere in the world and not have to fly on a plane to get there!!! I hate flying. Or
wiggle my nose and my house is clean. That would rule.

 

You put this book together in only a year. If you had more time, what would you do?

N: I am so glad we were on a time limit because you can start obsessing over perfection and forget that the goal of any project is to finish it. This book isn’t perfect – I’ve steeled myself for the imperfections that I probably won’t notice until someone comes to point them out. But in my opinion, we had enough time to do what needed to be done for this book, and now we are already talking about ideas for the next one.

 

Dream big. If you could put this book into anyone’s hands, who would it be and why?

N: We have talked about how much we admire publications such as Vanity Fair, so it would be pretty amazing if Graydon Carter could see our book. Maybe he will want us as freelancers. You never know.

E: Nell and I both have what a probably bordering on unhealthy obsession with Vanity
Fair. I do not watch or read news of any kind. If it is not in Vanity Fair I DO NOT KNOW
ABOUT IT. And I’m okay with that. Nell and I constantly talk about the day when we
finally get to Vanity Fair. So I would like for some high up there to get it, specifically
Graydon Carter.

 

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Please join us at Lemuria on Tuesday, November 4 at 5:00 for the official release party of Studio Jackson: Creative Culture in the Mississippi Capital by Nell Linton Knox and Ellen Rodgers Johnson. 

Ed King’s Mississippi

The first time I met Ed King I was immediately captivated by his entire presence. I was a naïve 24 year-old who had just finished his first year of Divinity School at Duke University, and I was tasked to learn about the intersections of religion, race, and civil rights in Mississippi. That summer in 2008, my internship was to be a ministerial fellow at Galloway Memorial UMC; however, for much of the summer I was able to shadow Ed, hearing stories of how he was arrested and beaten up, how he was close personal friends with both Medgar Evers and Martin Luther King Jr., and how he influenced Freedom Summer 1964.

 

Growing up in a small town in Mississippi, I had heard of the Civil Rights Movement, but sadly I had never learned much about it. It wasn’t until after I moved out of Mississippi that my eyes were opened to the Civil Rights movement in my home state. I read books that made me think of the marches and those who came down for Freedom Summer in a romantic way that completely dismissed the actual struggle for liberty and freedom. I also dismissed all those who were from Mississippi in the midst of the struggle from the very beginning: Fannie Lou Hamer, John Perkins, Emmitt Till, and many more.

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When I met Ed King, I realized that the movement was more than a movement of peaceful, non-violent action. It was not a movement to be romanticized. The visible scars on Ed’s face made me really realize that the fight for civil rights in Mississippi was a time where people were beaten, killed, lynched, and scarred for life.

 

As I learned from Ed and followed him around, I was able to go to Mt. Zion Methodist Church, which was the church in Longdale, Mississippi that was burned down four days before three civil rights workers were abducted and killed in Neshoba County.  Ed took me on a civil rights tour across Jackson. He showed me where he was arrested, where Medgar Evers was shot, where the sit-ins happened, where busloads of students were arrested at the Greyhound Station, and finally, the fairgrounds. As he took me to the fairgrounds, I wondered, “This is interesting, maybe we are going to talk about how the fair was segregated.” However, he pulled up to the livestock building and asked me how much I knew about the history of the fairgrounds. In my know-it-all way, I exclaimed that I knew the fair was segregated and there were only a few days where black people could come to the fair. He said, “Yes. That is right. But there is a much deeper and bleaker story.” He proceeded to tell me how the livestock center at the fairgrounds was used as an interment camp for those who struggled for Civil Rights. As he told me stories of being beaten there, and of the scare tactics the police would use to control the people, my stomach churned and I was angry. I was mad that I ever though the Civil Rights Movement was a romantic movement of only non-violent protests and singing. I was mad that there was a history that I knew nothing about. I was angry that human beings, freedom workers and African Americans, were treated like cattle as they were imprisoned in the livestock center at the Mississippi fairgrounds.

But then, we left the fairgrounds and went to Tougaloo College. It was here that Ed told me about the meetings that were held in the Woodworth chapel. He told me how Joan Baez had played the first integrated concert for college students from State, Ole Miss, Millsaps, Jackson State, Tougaloo, and more. He told me how MLK Jr. preached from the pulpit in that sacred space. He shared with me how so many freedom fighters would sing Freedom Songs, all the while fearing for their own lives in the safety of the beautiful, dark, wooden sanctuary. Where as the fairgrounds was a place of fear and abuse, Woodworth Chapel was the center of freedom, and the direct opposite of the fairgrounds. The struggle was real, it was dangerous, and yet, in the midst of all the fear and death, light and hope emerged in Woodworth Chapel. I am glad my time with Ed that day ended at Woodworth Chapel.

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As my time was coming to an end in Jackson, Ed shared with me some photos and essays he had written. These musings were going to be his book that he had been writing for years, and now, his book has now been published. It is a book that sheds light on much of what Ed and others experienced during the struggle for civil rights here in Mississippi. Now, as I sit and read from Ed King’s Mississippi, I realize how blessed I was for having had that summer with him; for hearing many of these accounts first hand. Ed King is a very special man, and Ed King’s Mississippi is a must read for all people.

 

 

 

Written by Justin

Read. Or Readin. (an Album)

It’s October.  With only three months left in the year, it’s about the time to start gathering the books that I’m going to close the year out with.  I like to choose my books with a certain rhythm in mind.  For example, when a group of musicians decide to put together a great album, they have to keep in mind the progression of the songs.  The songs have to fit together individually, as well as within the structure of the album.  When choosing what to read, I try to do the same thing.  This is my soundtrack based on the year as told through books.

(meta disclaimer.  this blog will use describe books and music interchangeably.)

January

Track 1. Intro (Moby Dick): Kicking things off at the start of the album is the Intro.  Many people choose to read classics at this time to get them in the right mindset for a year of reading.  As far as releases go, publishers aren’t going to release the big name books at this time of year.  With the start of the year being so dry (let’s face it, that backlist is not going to ever be read) this is the perfect time to read Infinite Jest, Moby Dick, Brave New World, or Dracula.  I chose to take things easy and read the one book everyone lies about having read; Moby Dick.  I did not finish it.  Much like the intro on most albums, I got about a quarter of the way through, realized that better stuff was hiding behind this prerequisite, and pressed next.

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February

Track 2. A Marker to Measure Drift:  The first song on the album is often the best.  Alexander Maksik’s novel fits this role quite nicely.  The book is packed with mystery and intrigue.  It builds suspense in a way that many authors try, but end up flailing.  Like a duck.  Or a flail.  Anyway, A Marker is a winter read, despite it taking place mostly on a beach.  Go figure.

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March

Track 3. The Martian:  The first radio hit single!  The second song needs to have that reliable hook/gimmick to get people excited about the album (year in reading).  This is the pivot point and for many, their entire memory of the album will be anchored with this song. Andy Weir’s brilliant first effort in The Martian is the 1901 of books.  FOLDING, FOLDING, FOLDING readers onto mars with Mark Watney.  This book is that anytime book that builds itself a little nostalgia house before you’ve finished.  It accomplishes  deja entendu while feeling fresh all the same.  The perfect song(book) to turn your headphones all the way up (down) and get lost in the music (words).

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April

Track 4. Communion Town by Sam Thompson:  Well, they can’t all be winners.  Communion Town is that song you just keep waiting to be great.  Remember the 2008 VMAs when Kanye West came on stage and the DU DOO DU DOOM started.  I was wild with anticipation but just like in the song, this book forgot to climax.  It just kept going and DU DOO DU DOOMing.  It’s the book you should skip the first time you listen to it.

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May

Track 5. Interlude (My Brief History):  After the garlic breath equivalent of books is in your mind, it’s nice to have something heartwarming and light.  It is at this point, that most albums begin to fade.  You’ve already heard the song everyone has been talking about and now you can’t get it out of your head.  The last one was a complete hype vacuum.  The best thing to do at this point is slow things down and lead the reader into the next phase of the album.  The swing is up next and you need a sure-fire melody to restore your faith in the page.  This past year, I chose Stephen Hawkins to play that part.  My Brief History is the perfect interlude.  The book is a short autobiography of the brilliant scientist’s life.  It’s the first nonfiction book of the year and provides the introductory change of pace for the next song.

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June

Track 6.  The Answer to the Riddle is Me by David Maclean:  Every great album has the halftime ballad and The Answer to the Riddle is Me gave me a great feeling after reading it.  I still have that happy, “wow the human race is amazing” feeling months after shelving it.  Now hear me out: the book is about taking malaria medication, developing amnesia and “waking up” on a train in India.  I understand how terrifying that may sound, but the book is really about the kindness of strangeness and the lengths our love-ones would go through to get us back home.

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Well, your drive to work is only so far.  You have to get out of the car at some point.  If you’re anything like me, you probably sit in your car with the book in your hands squeezing those last few paragraphs our before you have to walk inside.  Let’s be responsible here people.  Take those keys out of the ignition and turn the album off.  There’s always the drive home.

 

 

Written by Andre

We Are the Music Makers

About a dozen years ago, my book pal Katherine Walton introduced me to the fine work of Tim Duffy. His first book, Music Makers, was nearing publication and she wanted us to become friends. I loved Tim’s first book so much that Lemuria kept it in our blues section until it went out of print. The effort in that first book was special; and it was my introduction to the music of Willie King of Macon, MS. Willie’s music is inspiring to me personally, and fortunately I was able to develop a friendship with him before he passed in 2009.

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We Are the Music Makers is Tim’s new effort, put together with his lovely wife Denise, to celebrate the last 20 years of the Music Maker Relief Foundation and it’s work. Together they have helped over 300 musicians, arranged over 9.693 grants for artists, and have promoted 4,384 performances. They have produced CD’s and have released 1,996 songs by 365 partner artists. (A companion CD set is included in the new book)

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On October 11 of this year, Music Makers had a fun-filled music weekend in North Caroline to celebrate their 20th year of work. I had the good fortune to attend and hear over 50 Music Makers musicians share their stories and tunes for 2 days.

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Over the years with Music Makers, Tim has helped many Mississippi artists including Othar and Sharde Turner, Jack Owens, Joe Lee Cole, Como Mamas, Ironing Board Sam (of 930 Blues Cafe fame) and Willie King. Music Maker support continues, and two of their new artists are some of my favorites: New Orleans bluesman Ernie Vincent and my pal Willie James Williams, Willie King’s great juke joint drummer.

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Another way Music Makers is celebrating 20 years is in their traveling photo exhibit, which will be stopped at the B.B. King museum in Indianola from October 23 to November 30. I was able to experience this exhibit while in North Carolina and it is reflective of Tim’s amazing contributions to music today.

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On Wednesday, October 14 at 5:00, Tim will be at Lemuria to sign We Are the Music Makers. If you love the blues, come meet Tim and become a friend of Music Makers. I think it would be great fun for Mississippi to have more support for and with this fine organization.

 

We Are the Music Makers: Preserving the Soul of America’s Music                                                               Pictures and stories by Denise and Timothy Duffy                                                                                   Nautilus Press, 2014                                                                                                                                       $38

In Defense of David Mitchell and the Nostalgia Complex

Jacket-121-335x500The Bone Clocks is Mitchell’s best yet. The characters are labyrinthine, loving and hating. The plot is ridiculously well done. This book seems to have oozed from the psyche like some bathybic mythocreature. Its prints will be on my mind for a long time.

This is the blurb I sent in to our Random House reps after reading this book:

William O’Connor of The Daily Beast reviewed David Mitchell’s latest book writing: “One of the best novelists alive, Mitchell probably couldn’t write a truly bad book, but while his latest effort is always entertaining, nothing about it sticks with you.”

Several months away from the book, I have to disagree with Mr. O’Connor.

Instead of stiffly trying to refute point by point the aforementioned review I’m just going to tell you what I loved about this book, why I think it worked, and why I liked it better than Cloud Atlas.

Or, without shitting around, let’s just get to the heart of the problem. No one is going to contest  David Mitchell’s ability to craft characters; If someone has a problem with this book, it’s most likely to do with the plot. To map out the plot of this book would be both annoying and pointless to readers. I’ll relate like this: where there seem to be holes, there are, and they are there for a purpose. And instead of the word holes, we should use the term voids. These voids create the cerebral and abstract situation necessary to capture the torrent that is the inner experience where the conscious and the unconscious meet. It’s essential to this book, and not an inconsistency. It’s like talking about a David Lynch film. If you need things to be reasonable, you probably just shouldn’t watch any Lynch films. Same thing with the other David. I personally found the story incredible, as opposed to credible, and thought it was spectacular. If I wanted to read a story about a middle aged man wasting away in a cubicle for three hundred pages I wouldn’t read David Mitchell. But, if you want to read something incredible, do it.

Most of The Bone Clocks detractors have a nostalgia complex. You loved Cloud Atlas so much that when you now read any of of his works it is accompanied by this sentimental longing for the past. Whenever you read about Timothy Cavendish or Luisa Rey in the new novel, you’re struck with that excitement only a long lost friend can conjure – feeling that disparate warmth reserved for the familiar, but you slowly come to realize Tim and Luisa have changed somehow, slightly, but enough to be untrustworthy, enough to be lulled out of your reverie in the clouds. Mitchell’s characters change just as they should, just like we do. For all of you experiencing this nostalgia complex, take one from Gregory House, M.D., “people never change” (at least not substantially).

Here is a subtle example of this complex from Mr. O’Connors piece:

And where are the clever insights so prevalent in Cloud Atlas, e.g., “If war’s first victim is truth, its second is clerical efficiency.” Or, “all revolutions are fantasy until they happen, then they are historical inevitabilities.”

O’Connor, not one paragraph before, writes:

The observations are witty, and Hershey’s self-destructive wallowing is as addictive as the best reality show. The next chapter, on the Horologist Marinus, allows Mitchell to dazzle us with his seemingly endless random knowledge of people and global history.

His willingness to praise Mitchell’s prose as witty and then immediately disavow it to ask ‘where is the wit we once saw in Cloud Atlas?’ is at once disturbing and telling. Despite their similar form, this latest novel is not supposed to be an iteration of the “masterpiece”. It’s an elegant, chaotic enrichment to the masterpiece that is being made.

If you have this complex, go see a psychoanalyst, because there is never going to be a Bone Atlas.

 

 

Written by Austen

 

Loving Lila

There are books that are markers, books that you read at the exact moment when you needed to read them, books that ask the questions you are still trying to form into words, books that change your course.

Seven years ago I picked up Marilynne Robinson’s Gilead for the first time. Seven years ago I wrote my first poem. I just completed my MFA in poetry this summer.

Marilynne Robinson shouldn’t be able to do what she does. It seems impossible to create characters shrouded in mystery yet full of life, characters in doubt and love and life. It is like they grew from the same Iowa soil they seek to tame.

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Lila, Robinson’s newest addition to her books set in the small town of Gilead, Iowa (Gilead and Home being the previous) is the best yet. Lila, the Reverend John Ames’ wife, has been a reliable sidekick, a foil to fill in the shadows of other characters of the books. But here, in her own book, an itinerant woman living in a shack outside of Gilead, she is lovely. Whereas the Reverend opened his memories up to us in the pages of Gilead, Lila keeps us in the shadows, slowly unspooling her past as she attempts to sew herself into something new.

If you have never had the pleasure to read Marilynne Robinson, do it now. Although her novels are interwoven, they stand alone. I promise that she reads like nobody you have ever read before.

Let’s Talk Jackson: Remembering Craig Noone

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To celebrate the life of my young friend Craig Noone, I recently had supper with a group of around 75 folks at Parlor Market. Parlor Market was founded by Craig in 2010 and the night I dined there was 4 years to the day that the restaurant opened in downtown Jackson.

My perspective of the Parlor Market Journey began around 6 years ago. My son Austin and Craig had played baseball together and now as young adults they rekindled a bonding friendship. Through Austin I met, partied, and traveled with this young guy who was on a quest to open his own restaurant. Austin and Craig shared similar drives to be involved in the restaurant & beverage industry. Eventually, both succeeded with Craig opening Parlor Market Restaurant and Bar and Austin starting Cathead Vodka.

Craig’s light was bright and I had the luck to travel some with these young men, and they didn’t seem to mind as this old guy hung around. We lit out early one morning from Austin’s Fondren apartment (which I think at times was Craig’s home away from home) to go spend a weekend of celebrating food and wine in Charleston, SC. In Clarksdale at Ground Zero we all palled up for music, fun, beverages, and a weekend of endless partying. Craig was always welcome at my home and he crashed there on occasion as he and Austin worked to make their dreams a reality.

Craig’s desire was to open a downtown Jackson restaurant with an abundance of local and state influence. He discussed his ideas concerning food, beverage, and design concepts constantly, and had a creative, entrepreneurial spirit. He pushed himself and others to be their very best and for everyone to contribute in enhancing Jackson’s culture. Too soon for us all, Craig died tragically.

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On the night I dined at Parlor Market, we were assembled to honor the “Rock It Out” Foundation established in Craig’s name. Seven chefs, all whom worked with Craig and now carry on his tradition in their own way, cooked his dishes and shared their stories about our friend:

Ryan Bell–Hal & Mal’s
Gary Hawkins–The Fairview Inn
Jesse Houston–Saltine Oyster Bar
Reynolds Boykin–Caet
Grant Hutchinson–The Pig & Pint
Karl Gorline
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In just a short life, Craig contributed so much to so many. He brought people together and was a leader who instilled in young and old a passion to make our work better. It is only fitting that his legacy endures and his foundation encourages creative cooking in his honor.

 

Written by John

Let’s Talk Jackson: Dining at the Dive

Shocking personal disclosure:  I didn’t do any drinking in college.  It just wasn’t my thing.  But I fell in love with a bar my freshman year at Millsaps.

To call the Cherokee a “dive” is an understatement.  The décor is not hipsterish faux-decay, such as booths with gently worn canvas, mildly rusted signs, tattered artwork.  The decay in the Cherokee is genuine—real holes in the Naugahyde, sports pendants fraying from age and cigarette smoke, a slight film ensconcing the tables.  And I loved it.  I loved every gross, slightly greasy stitch of it.

But I didn’t drink.  However, if you take one look at me, it’s easy to see what my vice is:  I eat.

A lot.

And the Cherokee catered to this as well as it did those who imbibe.  The sausage and cheese plate is just that: smoked sausage with barbeque sauce, cheese cubes, and a few toothpicks.  During poorer times for me, an order of their Comeback dressing and a basket of crackers would suffice.  While my friends would down beer after beer there, I’d content myself with a cheeseburger and an order of fried green tomatoes.  The roast beef blue plate remains a favorite, the hamburger steak dinner fills me to the point of food intoxication, and the buffalo wings are incredible.  I have to stop writing now because I’m getting hungry and don’t want to start gnawing on my keyboard . . . but if I had some of their homemade ranch dressing . . .

But it’s more than the food.  It’s always more than the food.

Bars are weird places for the nondrinker.  I’ve had bartenders snub my order for a Coke or water because, frankly, the sober don’t tip as well as the tipsy.  But not the Cherokee.  When I frequented the place more than once a week, Lance (my favorite bartender, featured prominently in Ken Murphy’s picture of the place) would often pour me a water as I walked in, then hand me a menu without asking.  Occasionally at parties on campus, I’d feel a little odd without a bottle or cup in my hand.  At the Cherokee, though, I never felt out of place, even if the building itself was reeling from a collective beer binge that would make Faulkner himself blush.

When I heard that the Cherokee was moving from its original State Street location to its current Old Square Road one, I swatted down complaints from my friends that “it just wouldn’t be the same.”  Nonsense, I’d say.  And I was right.  The new building might have fancy embellishments, like walls that are plumb or level surfaces, but it’s still the same.  I have it on good authority that the cooking grease was moved.  Even if this is legend, I’ll still buy it.  And I’ll keep buying the burgers, the fried mushrooms, and now that I’m older and wiser, a beer.

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