Month: November 2010 (Page 4 of 5)

The Sound of a Wild Snail Eating by Elisabeth Tova Bailey

Elisabeth’s adventure with snails begins when a friend brings her one nestled in a pot of wild violets and sets it on her bedside table. Elisabeth had always been an active person, one who enjoyed the outdoors around her country home in Maine. While on a trip to the Alps, she comes down with a mysterious viral illness that leaves her bed ridden for many years. At times, it was impossible for her to even read in bed.

Hold up before you think this sounds like a depressing book. It’s not at all. Elisabeth’s illness is just the reason why she has all this time to observe the snail and later its friend and over time a very many baby snails, too.

In a style reminiscent of Anne Morrow Lindbergh’s Gift from the Sea, Elisabeth details the fascinating world of snails as Lindbergh showed us the beauty of shells as she reflected on her place in the world.

In the opening of her book, Elisabeth cites a quote from Edward O. Wilson, which sums up the spirit of her book:

“The natural world is the refuge of the spirit . . . richer even than human imagination.”

The natural did become the only thing that Elisabeth could keep pace with–the pace of a snail–and soon she was able to learn many things about snails through reading in addition to what she learned through observation. One fact that I cannot forget is that snails have over 2,600 teeth and can regenerate them as they dull. I should add that I did not act on the impulse to go out and get a terrarium in hopes of finding my own snail in the nearby woods. This idea is still in the back of my mind, however.

I read this 178-page book over the course of an afternoon. Through her stories embedded with many facts about snail life, the reader escapes into a world we would otherwise never know as we go through life at our often hectic pace.

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The Sound of a Wild Snail Eating by Elisabeth Tova Bailey

Algonquin Books of Chapel Hill, August 2010

Mississippi State of Blues: Juke Joints

Much of a blues experience is determined by the scene for performing and listening: outside festivals with the state of the art sound systems or venues with music coming from store fronts, sidewalks or alleys. The venue itself often determines what kind of experience is shared by the performer and the listener reflecting with the interactions of the music. I love the juke joint experience. For me musical highs come within these small vibrating dens of joy.

Red, Photo by Ken Murphy, State of Blues

Red’s, run by Red, is my favorite juke which I try to go to every time I make a trip to Clarksdale. Big Jack Johnson is a regular here. One night at Red’s, Jack’s electric blues was joined with a thunderstorm moving through the Delta.

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Thunder boomed as rain soaked through the plastic ceiling, while Jack kept playing, dodging the rain while everybody else got soaked, too. The pool table became a pond and the slick floor was wild with dancing. Lightning flashed as Big Jack’s blues kept coming on the banks of the Sunflower river.

Willie King at Betty's, Photo by Bill Steber

My juke favorite was a very special evening out in the woods. With pals, we journeyed to our beloved Willie King’s Sunday night gig at Betty’s place. Outside Macon, down dirt roads we landed on Betty’s parking ground. Finding our loving pal, Willie James King’s fine longtime drummer, we were immediately accepted as a part of King’s gang. Betty’s is a converted Jim Walter-like-home bar. Everything is at a slant and bathrooms go to the ground. This memorable experience was like no other, partying hard with a down-home bunch. After Willie’s funeral, we went to Betty’s to share cold beer in his honor, my last trip.

Blues joints are so cool that now they are being used to market neat product brands. Cathead vodka chose Betonia’s Blue Front Cafe with its leader Jimmy Duck Holmes to stage photographic scenes for their web presence.

Please relay your favorite juke joint and your stories.

I need new fun places to go.

Thursday night is Blues Night at Lemuria with Scott Barretta and Ken Murphy signing Mississippi: State of Blues. Catch the live music at our Dot Com building starting at 4:00 with a book signing and a talk to follow from Scott and Ken.

Later on, join us at Underground 119 for a book opening party with blues man Jesse Robinson. Click here for more details.

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Dismantling America by Thomas Sowell

Just wanted to take a moment to highlight a book we got in recently. I’ve mentioned Thomas Sowell’s books here before. His last few books each tackled a particular topic (Intellectuals, or The Housing Boom and Bust), but this new title, Dismantling America and Other Controversial Essays, is a collection of shorter pieces. Sowell is brilliant at exploring and explaining a topic in great depth, but he’s equally good at condensing material down to essay or editorial length.

Every time that I’ve recommended a Thomas Sowell book here on the blog, I’ve worried that perhaps I’m cutting my audience in half before I’ve even started. But I’ll take that risk — and I think Sowell’s books have value even for those who disagree with him. Consider this last election: however you choose to interpret the results, you at least have to acknowledge that voters shifted away from Democratic candidates. Maybe it’s a referendum on Obama. Maybe it’s a growing dissatisfaction with big-government interference. Or maybe it’s simply frustration with the lingering economic stagnation and unemployment. But whatever the actual specific reasons may be, the voters as a group certainly made a different decision than they did in 2008. Sowell has written about all of these issues — Obama’s performance, government power and structure, macroeconomics, and more.

I believe Sowell’s voice is among the most clear, direct, and reasonable within the American political right wing. Read him whether you agree or disagree with him.

The Mississippi Blues Trail Experience

On my travels to hear music throughout Mississippi, I enjoy setting the tone by visiting Mississippi Blues Trail markers. Scott Barretta, author of State of Blues, has written and designed,with Jim O’Neill, many of these blues trail placements. I’ve found it’s fun to slow my journeys, seek out a marker while listening to the music of the placement honor.

One special afternoon, Jeanie (my blues-hound girlfriend) and I stopped in Indianola to visit Club Ebony. We read the marker, visited with the hangouts, and walked into to get a beer. Mary Shepard, Ebony’s owner, was friendly and offered to visit over a beverage. While talking, she ordered up a fresh batch of fried catfish. As it turned out, an old Ebony music pal of Jeanie’s also turned out to Mary’s buddy. Mary called him and he quickly showed up. A couple of beers later we drove up 49 eating a batch of fresh catfish, laughing about our fun.

“It’s nice to be important and it’s important to be nice.” -Mary Frances Shepard

This quote from Mary’s memoir sums it up.

Blues trail markers have special placement festivities, usually featuring live music. Honeyboy was on hand for Stovall’s placement at Muddy’s Cabin site. Recently, I caught the Ike Turner introduction on his Clarksdale corner.

Surprisingly, to me it seems there is no John Lee Hooker Blues Trail marker. Tell me if I’m wrong, and if I’m right, but let’s start an e-mail campaign to Scott to help get him a marker.

I would love to hear about your favorite Blues Trail markers so I can check them out. You can click on the trail map below to enlarge it.

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I think I could be best friends with Sloane Crosley.

Zita recently introduced me to the quirky essays of Sloane Crosley (which is great because I was starting to get a little stuck in the 639 page task that is The Amazing Adventures of Kavalier & Clay and needed a quick pick-me-up read).  Sloane is a young woman living in NYC who has a tendency to stumble upon awkward situations–whether they be Portuguese circus clowns, a guy named Daryl who smuggles expensive carpets, throw pillows, and whatever else you might want from a fine furniture store, or curious children inquiring about what happens to butterflies after they die.

As a girl who wanders into some awkward situations herself and never seems capable of tempering the awkwardness, I can relate to Sloane.  In fact, I’d love to be friends with her and exchange stories.  I’m sure it would be a fun time. Who knows, maybe we’d become B.F.F.s.

Below is an excerpt from Sloane’s essay “Bastard Out of Westchester.”  After finishing this essay, I actually called my boyfriend and read this excerpt aloud to him over the phone.  “Joseph, this is me,” I chirped. “I have this same idea! Don’t you think I should be best friends with this girl?”  I’m sure he was rolling his eyes at me on the other line while placating my excitement with an “Mmhmm, honey. That’s funny.”

From I Was Told There’d Be Cake (pg. 67-68):

If I ever have kids, this is what I’m going to do with them: I am going to give birth to them on foreign soil–preferably the soil of someplace like Oostende or Antwerp–destinations that have the allure of being obscure, freezing, and impossibly cultured. These are places in which people are casually trilingual and everyone knows how to make good coffee and gourmet dinners at home without having to shop for specific ingredients. Everyone has hip European sneakers that effortlessly look like the exact pair you’ve been searching for your whole life. Everything is sweetened with honey and even the generic-brand Q-tips are aesthetically packaged. People die from old age or crimes of passion or because they fall off glaciers.  All the women are either thin, thin and happy, fat and happy, or thin and miserable in a glamorous way. Somehow none of their Italian heels get caught in the fifteenth-century cobblestone. Ever.  This is where I want to raise my children–until the age of, say, ten, when I’ll cruelly rip them out of the stream where they’re fly-fishing with their other lederhosened friends and move them to someplace like Lansdale, Pennsylvania. There, they can be not only the cool new kid, but also the Belgian kid.  And none of that Toblerone-eating, Tintin-reading, tulip-growing crap. I want them to be obscurely, freezingly, impossibly Belgian. I want them to be fluent in Flemish and to pronounce “Antwerpen” with a hint of “vh” embedded in the “w.”

Oh, if only my parents had done this for me.

For more about Sloane Crosley, check out Nell’s blog here.  -Kaycie

The Complete Dream Book by Gillian Holloway

A good dream book is hard to find.  This is the lesson I’ve been learning since this summer.  Already fascinated by the idea of dream interpretation, seeing Christopher Nolan’s Inception and having it blow my mind proved to be the starting gun on my dream research. But I soon found that I would have to wade through volumes of repetitive dream interpretation dictionaries and  cheezy dream journals; not what i was hoping for.   Unhappy with the market’s selection, I was pleased to meet Gillian Holloway’s The Complete Book of Dreams.  Having sections specifically on dream symbols and interpretation, she also provides insights on other aspects of the dreaming process, including its evolutionary purpose and how we can use this subconscious state to connect with others’ dreaming patterns.

This read, engaging from cover to cover, has helped push-back my bedtime for months.. I’ve often woken from a night’s sleep totally exhausted and for years, thought there was nothing I could do about it.  Having a history of lucid dreams and nightmares, this book has helped me understand the connection between these experiences, and that I can cultivate a voice in my dreaming life as much as in my waking life.  Learning the brain’s involvement in connecting these two realities has allowed me to understand the power i can actually hold.  Holloway writes, “There is nothing more taboo than owning your own power, and in a variety of amazing ways, anxiety dreams can be part of this passage.”  -Peyton

Tall Girl, Marshall Chapman

“The night I met Billy Joe Shaver, my hair caught on fire. I kid you not. The year was 1971. The place was Nashville, Tennessee.”

So begins the reading with Marshall Chapman for her new book They Came to Nashville. And after a song, another funny story of her initial unwillingness to accept Willie Nelson’s agreement to interview. In her new book, Marshall interviews the big names and small names who humbly came to Nashville to follow their dreams. She asks them what exactly brought them to Nashville and what enabled them to persevere.

Singer/Songwriter Marshall Chapman first came to Lemuria years ago for the Sonny Brewer event for the Blue Moon anthology. She closed the night with music but also had her own essay in the anthology. Ever since then, she hasn’t missed an opportunity to visit us at Lemuria as well as other bookstores in Mississippi.

The great thing about about coming to Lemuria events is that sometimes it’s impossible to know what to expect. After so many good laughs, and beautiful, tender songs, Marshall’s visit was a welcome treat at the end of a hectic day.

This South Carolina native is also the author of the best-selling memoir Goodbye, Little Rock and Roller and has also a dozen of her own albums in addition to her extensive list of song writing credits.

And now, I am going to quit trying to write about Marshall. She is just a someone you have to experience in person. If you weren’t able to make it last night, the video below will give some idea about what a funny charming delight she is.

Her latest CD “Big Lonesome” is also for sale at Lemuria. If you would like to learn more about Marshall, check out her website: www.tallgirl.com

Dogs by Tim Flach

Dear readers, there is something big out there, about to happen. This something is as old as the hills but the awareness of it is about to burst open–if we just pay attention. Rumors, scores of books, television–they’ve all been hinting at it. Even Depak Chopra, the guru of all things healthy, wise and mostly obvious, has written a new book about “it”–veering from his well trodden, written path.

. . . . . . . . . . . . No one has been able to capture both the minutiae and the big picture of it, but Tim Flach has come close in his new big, beautiful coffee table book Dogs, artfully published by Abrams, one of our most esteemed publishing houses of very fine books.

You can immediately tell there’s a big punch to this book with the choice of a small but spirited white corded puli dog somersaulting toward us and jumping out at us, like the most animated of 3D. At the top of this cover is Dog written in subtle gold, implying that something treasure-worthy beckons inside.

The $50 gem is #1 on my list of Christmas gifts from someone close (you realize most of us Lemurians are never given books by our friends and relatives, for obvious reasons. But we are no different than our customers, grateful for that special book we dare not buy ourselves). There is such a wide array of interesting tidbits that make this book such a written and visceral work of art–for ANYONE. But I will tell you that Flach masterfully gets across the truthfully, unembellished idea mentioned at the beginning of this blog.

He lets us know indeed, that there seems to be a reason dogs have shorter life spans and are evolving more quickly than we are and that this evolution is reciprocal and vital and exciting for both humans and dogs and the well-being of both species. Or as Flach states it, we are recognizing that dogs are a “hairy canvas for our imagination.”

One little teaser tidbit for you: Did you know that during WWII there was an English pointer named Judy who could spot, scent and point toward the sky (while indiscernible to the human eye or ear) enemy Japanese aircraft, thus saving the lives of her shipmates over and over again? She was generously and humbly honored by historians.

There have been many such hero dogs in similar near fatal events and many of them are also recognized in this book. Did you know that the now gentle giant, the distinguished Irish Wolfhound who quietly watches over children and babies was once used to drag knights from horses? What Flach does in this book is more than narrate. Remember, he is a renowned photographer and with keen intuition and superb visual talent, capturing the essence of all things Dog.

Tim Flach, born in 1958 in London, is widely collected around the world. News of his extraordinary talent came to us in his first book Equus, a photographic masterpiece about horses–also available at your favorite, fine, independent bookstore Lemuria.

-Pat

 

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1 Dog by Tim Flach

 

Dear readers (and we do hold you dear when you read these blogs), there is something big out there, about to happen. This something is as old as the hills but the awareness of it is about to burst open. If we just pay attention. Rumors, scores of books, television–they’ve all been hinting at it. Even Depak Chopra, the guru of all things healthy, wise and mostly obvious, has written a new book about “it.” veering from his well trodden, written path. No one has been able to capture both the minutiae and the big picture of it. Tim Flach has come close in his new big, beautiful coffee table book Dog, artfully published by Abrams, one of our most esteemed publishing houses of very fine books. You can immediately tell there’s a big punch to this book with the choice of a small but spirited white corded puli assaulting full frontal, straight on, and jumping out at us, like the most animated of 3D. At the top of this cover is Dog written in subtle gold, implying that something treasure-worthy beckons inside.

 

The $50 gem is #1 on my list of Christmas gifts from someone close (you realize most of us Lemurians are never given books by our friends and relatives, for obvious reasons. But we are no different than our customers, grateful for that special book we dare not buy ourselves). I’m not going to divulge all the surprise facts and extraordinary pictures that Lisa will probably intersperse in this blog. There is such a wide array of interesting tidbits that make this book such a written and visceral work of art–for ANYONE. But I will tell you that Flach masterfully gets across the truthfully, unembellished idea mentioned at the beginning of this blog. He lets us know indeed, that there seems to be a reason dogs have shorter life spans and are evolving more quickly than we are and that this evolution is reciprocal and vital and exciting for both humans and dogs and the well-being of both species. Or as Flach states it, we are recognizing that dogs are a “hairy canvas for our imagination.” One little teaser tidbit for you. Did you know that during WWII there was an English pointer named Judy who could spot, scent and point toward the sky (while indiscernible to the human eye or ear) enemy Japanese aircraft, thus saving the lives of her shipmates over and over again. She was generously and humbly honored by historians. There have been many such hero dogs in similar near fatal events and many of them are also recognized in this book. Did you know that the now gentle giant, the distinguished Irish Wolfhound that quietly watches over children and babies was once used to drag knights from horses? What Flach does in this book is more than narrate. Remember, he is a renowned photographer collected all over the world. With keen intuition and superb visual talent, he captures the essence of all things Dog.

 

Tim Flach, born 1958 in London,, is widely collected around the world. News of his extraordinary talent came to us in his first book Equus, a photographic masterpiece about horses. Also available at your favorite, fine, independent bookstore Lemuria.

 

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The Night Fairy by Laura Amy Schlitz

The Night Fairy by 2008 Newbery Medal Winner Laura Amy Schlitz is about Flory, a young night fairy loses her wings and must learn to cope in an unfairy like world. She is a determined young fairy willing to do whatever it takes to survive. Come along and enjoy the adventure as Flory adapts to a new life, friends, and compromise. This is a delightful book. (ages 8 and up)

See Emily’s post on The Night Fairy here.

Pat Conroy featured in Sonny Brewer’s . . . Don’t Quit Your Day Job: Acclaimed Authors and the Day Jobs They Quit

After completing his freshmen year at The Citadel, Pat Conroy goes back to spend the summer with his family. A summer of work is on the horizon for him and his mother has some ideas about that. She introduced him to Father Stewart in Omaha. Enjoy this excerpt from Conroy’s essay entitled “Deacon Summer”:

“‘I’m the pastor of Holy Family Parish on Izard Street, located in the center of the ghetto. We’ve been trying to do outreach programs that will meet the needs of the our parishioners . . . I can give you free room and board. I can’t say the work won’t be dangerous but it will be satisfying. I have three young men from the seminary who’ll be spending their Deacon Summers at my parish. Two nuns will be doing social work. I can offer you a strong sense of community and can assure you that you’ll be doing work that will make the Near North Side a better place. We can offer you . . .'” (61-62)

“I interrupted him saying, ‘I can’t take a salary, Father. Father I come from the weirdest family on earth, and my father won’t let any of us have a paying job.'”

“‘That’s what your mother said. I find it strange. May I ask why?'”

“‘It’s a long story, but father’s something of an asshole, Father. Pardon my French,’ I said. ‘The Depression made him weird.'”

“‘Then consider yourself hired, Mr. Conroy,’ Father Stewart said.” (62)

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“By July I had nearly completed my census of the whole parish when I knocked on the door of Yunca Matkovich. Many of the neighbors had warned me about approaching Yunca, using words like addled, schizophrenic, and crazy as hell to describe her. Though I had come accustomed to people answering the door with revolvers in their hands, I had never encountered anyone like Yunca Matkovich . . .” (67)

“‘May I come in and ask you some questions? I’m taking a census for the Holy Family Church.'”

“‘Please sit down in my living room.'”

“When I sat down in an armchair, roaches scattered across the floor, and I had to compose myself to keep myself from gagging. She had been born in Poland, she told me, then filled out the details of a most unlucky life. Six months ago she had gone completely blind. She’d never seen a doctor because she couldn’t afford one since someone had begun stealing her social security checks. I tried to turn on a lamp  but there was no electricity . . . Opening the door off the kitchen, I saw the outline of the sink and a commode in the lightless room . . . I looked at the black walls, aware only of a secret abhorrence of something staring back at me. I felt a movement in the impenetrable blackness of those walls; then slowly as my eyes adjusted, I processed the scene with a horror coming over me that I’d never felt before when I realized that I was looking not at a color, but a billion-footed colony of roaches . . .”  (68-69)

I enjoyed this essay so much so I am not going to tell you what happens. The rest is up to you. Editor Sonny Brewer will be having a signing and reading for Don’t Quit Your Day Job on Wednesday, December 1st.

Although Pat Conroy will be not be visiting Lemuria for his new book, My Reading Life, we do have signed copies available. Click here to read more about Conroy’s reading memoir.

Click here for other blogs written for Don’t Quit Your Day Job

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