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Get to Know Joe

On September 7, 2015

How long have you worked at Lemuria? Since January 2002!

What do you do at Lemuria? I’m the events setter-upper. calendar keeper, advertising maker and scheduler, publisher contacter, sales rep meetinger, and other stuff.

Talk to us what you’re reading right now. The Dodgers by Bill Beverly (out in the Spring), My Struggle Vol. 4 by Knausgaard, Elena Ferrante’s The Story of a New Name (Vol. 2).

What’s currently on your bedside table (book purgatory)? Nothing. I actually don’t read in bed. but my house is full of book purgatory.

How many books do you usually read at a time? 4 – 6. Always one each of different genres; Usually 2 fiction and 2 non-fiction.

What did you do before you worked at Lemuria? I was a DJ, a student, an umpire, but I never juggled in the circus.

If you could share lasagna with any author, dead or alive, who would it be? What would you ask them? Cormac McCarthy. I want to know if he really built a house with the bricks from a torn down James Agee house.

Why do you like working at Lemuria? Books/people/action.

If we could have any living author visit the store and do a reading, who would you want to come? Since I’ve already had dinner with Cormac I guess I’d like a reading from Marilyn Robinson.

If Lemuria could have ANY pet (mythical or real), what do you think it should be? Buckbeak?

If you had the ability to teleport, where would you go first? To my reading chair in the dusty corner of my house.

Nagasaki: Life After Nuclear War By Susan Southard

By Former Lemurians

On September 4, 2015

In History, Staff Blog, War

This year marks many anniversaries of note. The battle of Waterloo happened 200 years ago, Hurricane Katrina was 10 years ago, and the atomic bombings of Nagasaki and Hiroshima were 70 years ago. It’s strange to think about. The bombings are not so recent that most of us remember them, nor are they so long ago that they feel ancient. So why do we need another history lesson to remember them? Trust me, this book has the answer.

One thing that really pulled me into Susan Southard’s book Nagasaki: Life After Nuclear War, is that it reads more like a story with 5 main characters, who were all teenagers at the time of the bombing. The book bounces back and forth through these people and what happened August 9, 1945 and in the days and years afterward. Since most of us have read and watched many war survival stories, and witnessed the incredible hardship and injustice people have faced, I’ll try not to focus on that; because this story is about much more.

For one thing, this book is about how different atomic warfare is from other types of destruction. Nuclear bombs carry strange and long-lasting effects. To get a general idea of their impact, consider this: it would only take about 10 megatons of nuclear bombs to severely cripple the US and about 50-100 to wipe us out almost completely. Besides the raw firepower, radiation poisoning has appeared to last at least 30 years and cause genetic and cancerous diseases. Because of this, the people who were exposed became known as hibakusha or “bomb affected people”. This name became like a warning to others, who would ostracize the hibakusha because they feared catching radiation from them. Reading about these things was almost surreal; I wanted to think that something like this could only happen in movies. It was just plain scary.

But this book is also about five individual people. They grow, they change, they survive, and like I said, the story reads like a novel. One part of the book I think about a lot was when Masahiro Sasaki said that he and other hibakusha must not be called “victims,” for that traps all thinking on the subject in the past. He said, when a child once asked him which nation dropped the atomic bombs, “I can’t remember. God has allowed me to forget. Only the future matters.”

I was pretty surprised when I read that quote. How can someone just forget something so horrible? I’m still not sure I agree with it. But at the same time, I can’t forget that this book is not an apology from the US but simply factual accounts of what happened. I think that’s another reason I like this book so much. I’m not being told what to believe, I’m just hearing the truth and being allowed to think about it myself.

So as you can guess, I really like reading history. The stories of people’s lives in a time and place I’ve never been have always fascinated me. And while there are plenty of history books I want other people to read, there are a few I think everyone should read. I think this would be a great book to teach in schools, and a great book that will fascinate you and may teach you a whole new perspective on things.

Yard War by Taylor Kitchings- Tonight at 5:00!

By Former Lemurians

On August 18, 2015

In Civil Rights, Events, OZ: Young Adult Fiction, Southern Fiction, Southern History

Originally published in the Clarion-Ledger on August 15, 2015. Written by Clara Martin.

“Yard War” is a coming-of-age story set in Jackson during the 1960s.

Author Taylor Kitchings is a Jackson native; hence, the strong sense of place comes through in this book. Jackson is a place its natives can’t ever seem to fully disentangle themselves from. They may leave, but there is always that pull to return home, and in “Yard War,” Kitchings explores why we stay in a place like Jackson.

Jackson’s newest novelist is most known for teaching English for the past 25 years at St. Andrew’s Episcopal School. He has taught thousands of students, myself included, each of whom could tell you that his class had an impact on their life. “Yard War” may be targeted to the 12-and-up crowd, but if you have ever lived in Jackson at one point in your life, you would be remiss in not reading this book.

The book’s main character, Trip Westbrook, is like most boys in Jackson in the 1960s. He loves football, there are Sunday lunches with Meemaw and Papaw, and he’s looking forward to starting junior high. His world, much like the front lawn where he plays football, is pristine.

When he invites Dee, the maid’s son, to throw the football on the front lawn, the neighbors aren’t happy because it’s a sign that integration is alive and well. While Trip says “I tell you what, I want a guy with an arm like that on my team. I don’t care if he’s black, white, or purple,” this seemingly innocent game creates trouble for the Westbrook family.

Should the Westbrooks leave town or should they stay? A story of family ties and fighting for what you believe in, “Yard War” is full of hilarity, moments of heartbreak, and will have you rooting for the good guys. This novel is relevant in that it explores Jackson’s past, present, and future. While this book shows reasons that might make a person leave Jackson, it also encompasses all the good parts that will make one want to stay. As Dr. Westbrook tells his son, Trip:

“It’s like one day God took the best of what’s good and the worst of what’s bad, stirred it all up, and dumped it between Memphis and New Orleans. You can’t move away from a place like that. You have to help keep the good in the mix.”

“Yard War” reinforces the truth about humanity with a football game: Sometimes it seems as if the Goliaths will be the winners, but as Trip reminds the readers, “The good guys won here today. They just might win tomorrow.”

Clara Martin works for Lemuria Books in Jackson.

Release party

Kick off your fall reading with the “Yard War” release party at Lemuria Books on Tuesday, August 18. A signing starts at 5 p.m. with a reading to follow.

The First Ever Mississippi Book Festival on August 22: Get Your Bearings

By Former Lemurians

On August 17, 2015

In Events, Newsworthy, Southern Culture, Southern Fiction, Southern History, Staff Blog

Magic Beans for Escape Artists

By Former Lemurians

On August 14, 2015

In Fantasy, Fiction, Science Fiction, Staff Blog

Do you tape beautiful, exotic vistas to your cubicle wall, and wish you were floating on your back in the blue of the Mediterranean? And when the bossman comes round asking for you to work Saturday and Sunday while demanding more TPS reports, do you desire escapism? Fear not comrade! I have some magic beans to sell you. Save yourself a bruising imprint of QWERTY on your head and lose yourself in some good science fiction.

I’ll be the honest Magic Bean Merchant and go ahead and tell you that each of these three beans will produce their own beanstalks that will reach up far beyond the clouded mundaneness of your typical workday.

Also, I’ll be straightforward, there are giants atop the beanstalk. But these giants are not of the Odyssian-cannibal-club swinging-loincloth wearing ilk; rather, they are the profound, contemporary giants of today’s science fiction genre. Neil Stephenson stands atop the tallest stalk I refer to as ‘hard science fiction.’ Atop the beanstalk of fantasy resides the elusive B. Catling, sitting in stoic repose. And lastly, atop the beanstalk of magical realism, beckons the largest giant of all—Haruki Murakami.

Think you can climb the highest beanstalk? Go ahead, limber up the legs of your science bound brain and prepare the ascent of Neil Stephenson’s SevenEves. I determine that SevenEves belongs in the ‘hard science fiction’ subgenre, because of Stephenson’s ability to convince his reader that every single thing happening within this epic is entirely possible and could happen in the real world…well, if some mysterious force were to destroy the moon and the subsequent fallout of moonrocks threatened the complete annihilation of humanity. SevenEves is steeped in physics and engineering lessons. For the first few weeks I was getting into this novel, I relentlessly dreamed (or in some cases had nightmares) that I was haphazardly floating around on the International Space Station trying figure out how to do things like pour dangerous chemicals into beakers in Zero-G to save the human race.

I recommend SevenEves to hard science fiction enthusiasts because Stephenson has mastered his form in this novel in a way that is so immersive and science-y that it would make Michael Crichton blush. Climb aboard if you have the time to devote to this novel, because it is exceedingly dense—but if you are fit to the task you will be directly portal’d to a different time and place that is much more titillating than the real world.

(Also, please, please PLEASE! Will someone read this one? After having finished it I crave, no, I NEED, to have someone to talk to concerning SevenEves. After the end I’ve been gasping for further pontification. For instance: I want to tell you that [if I were a character in this epic] I would be a Neolander (Red) Aidan Beta that retreated to Beringia in order to re-seed Terra Firma with gen-mod grapes [that haven’t been robbed of sweetness by epigenessis] and make new Earth’s first wine vineyard…and protect the whole shindig from those barbaric diggers and dastardly blue Teclans with the crack of my nano-bot composite bull whip.)

The newest stalk, the stalk of fantasy is one climbed only by the most adventuring escapists. This beanstalk is comprised of B. Catling’s first and only published work: The Vorrh. Six or seven plots within The Vorrh revolve and twist around each other. The deadfall switching of narrative voicing and character arcs keeps readers on their toes. This mechanic forces the reader to keep guessing what lies at the center of the mystical Vorrh, which is a place hidden in the most remote reaches of Africa where ‘gods walk’ and is even referred to by some as a ‘garden of Eden.’ If the fantasy beanstalk is the one you want to surmount, prepare yourself for The Vorrh and expect to enter the minds of an indigenous tribesman/assassin wielding a talisman-enchanted post WWI rifle, of a lusty Cyclops raised by robots and imprisoned in a mysterious basement, and lastly prepare yourself to visit The Vorrh, being a composite of captured beauty that will send your heart racing and captured terror that will keep your heart skipping.

The last bean I offer you will actually split into two parallel stalks. So, climb one, climb the other, or if you are an exceptionally strong escape artist—Ironman your way up the middle of both at the same time. The legendary king, master of the magical realists’ universe stands at the top, straddling both stalks with his style and enormous narrative gait. He is no other than Haruki Murakami, and the stalks are respectively Kafka on the Shore and IQ84.

So, being the astute Murakami fanboy I seem to be, I gotta tell you these books will blow your mind so bad that you’ll be scraping brains from your wallpaper for weeks. Both are set in real world Japan, and begin tragically trapped by a serendipitous sense of realism, but as the novels evolve, Japanese mysticism will rise up from the darkest cracks of unexplored Tokyo and entrance you with plot arcs that will leave your jaw dangling with a loss for words.

If ultra-femenist, ice-pick wielding, super assassins and powerful, corrupt cults are your type of thing, pick up IQ84. If coming of age stories, libraries, shadow walking, leeches raining from the heavens, and a cast of talking cats are more your thing, pick up Kafka on the Shore.

Don’t feel trapped by mediocrity my friend. Thousands of alternate realities await you on the shelves of Lemuria if none of these beanstalks fit your escapist ambitions. Drop by, grab a Lemurian and demand that they help you escape reality.

But, ask for me if any of these magic beans have particularly sparked your curiosity. I’m eager to set you on a steadfast route out of your cubicle. Godspeed, my escape artist comrades!

What’s Done In the Dark Will be Brought to the Light: John Safran’s God’ll Cut You Down

By Former Lemurians

On August 10, 2015

In Civil Rights, Culture, Southern Culture, Southern History

by Andrew Hedglin

A 67 year-old white supremacist is violently killed in his home by a 22 year-old black man, who then mutilates his corpse. How’s that for a précis?

Two things (besides John Berendt’s blurb on the front cover) made me want to read John Safran’s God’ll Cut You Down one day when I came across checking our inventory:

1) Whoever titled this book is a genius. Although originally titled Murder in Mississippi in Safran’s native Australia, there’s a lot of mileage you can get out of the words to this old folk song, famously and recently recorded by Johnny Cash. First the pounding bass line gets stuck in your head immediately, like a song for a kick-ass mental movie trailer. It also sets up a certain set of expectations. Which brings me to the second enticement…

2) I first heard about the ballad of Richard Barrett around the dinner table by family members who have long been plugged into the Jackson scene. Anecdotes of the can-you-believe-this? variety. And the final act was one to beat all.

Now in my house, the barest facts told the story: the 22 year-old black man, Vincent McGee, was tired of oppression and white supremacy. At the very least, Barrett had finally reaped all the hate he had sown of his forty-year career of racist lunacy. McGee was an instrument of divine justice; God had cut Richard Barrett down.

John Safran, the Jewish-Australian host of gotcha-television shows and a self-described “Race Trekkie,” had played a prank on Barrett the year before his death for his show. A year later and across the world, he saw people on the internet make the same assumption, but other people make add vague complications as motivations (sex and money), and found the picture to be incomplete. This is no classic whodunit—it’s a tangled why-dun-it. And that proves to be more complicated than the writer or reader might anticipate.

So Safran read a bunch of true-crime novels, like In Cold Blood and Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil, and studied the form. There’s supposed to be a paradigm about how you see the world: I’ve told how I think things happened, but as Safran learned in Mississippi, two people can see the exact same thing and have two different explanations as to how and why it happened (and about things less fantastic than a race murder).

Research complete, Safran hops on a plane to Jackson to investigate. One of the most charming things about Safran is his ability to recognize his own shortcomings. The first scene in Mississippi where he encounters this poster in the airport as he ruminates on his lack of experience as a writer is hilarious and amazing.

I should admit though that he does bite back later in the book when passing by the poster on his way into town again. And that’s one of the things I found most fascinating about the book as a Mississippian; books where the outsider comes in and tries to make sense of what’s going on read like poetry, when the familiar becomes strange. It breaks you out of the prison of your own experience.

Safran interacts with varying degrees of public figures: Barrett, Jackson Advocate reporter Earnest McBride, white supremacist podcaster Jim Giles, state representative John L. Moore, Madison and Rankin County DA Michael Guest, and even a cameo by a pre-mayoral Chokwe Lumumba. Just as interesting are his interviews with McGee’s family and his paramours, and Barrett’s neighbors and his former associates. Safran doesn’t use kid gloves in his treatment, but he’s not out to make a buffoon out of anybody, either—despite what reservations his television stunts might inspire.

As Safran digs deeper into the night of the murder, and the lives of both Barrett and McGee that led them there, he becomes less sure about it all. Race casts a long shadow over everything, as does religion, mental illness, and repressed sexuality. The only thing he seems to uncover for sure is the complicated humanity of both men. William Faulkner never said “To understand the world, you must first understand a place like Mississippi”; but you know, in my opinion at least, Mississippi’s as good a place as any to start. And you will first learn about the stupid truth, always resisting simplicity.

Celebrating Literature and Literacy at the Mississippi Book Festival

By Former Lemurians

On August 7, 2015

In Events, Southern Culture, Southern Fiction, Southern History, Staff Blog

This summer, amid the heat and the mosquitoes, and behind the soft and desperate whoosh of a hand fan, there will be a book festival. It will be the first ever of its kind in the state of Mississippi, and to that I say: it’s high damn time. It’s time to celebrate the literary history of this state with the fanfare (and booze) that it deserves; and what better way to do that than gather together some of the finest Southern authors of our time to discuss the works of their contemporaries and influences.

The first ever Mississippi Book Festival will kick off on the south steps of the state Capitol on Saturday, August 22 at 10:00 am. The day will be packed to the gills with author panels, special events (namely, the Willie Morris memorial luncheon with speaker John Grisham), live music, great food, and pop-up shops for everyone. Bringing kids? Cool. There’s a tent for those kids, courtesy of The Children’s Museum. Eudora Welty fanatic? Who isn’t? The good people of the Eudora Welty House will be there with bells on, as will University Press of Mississippi, Millsaps College, and a whole slew of publishers, authors, and the like. Want a beer? Go get a beer, because we’ll have those too. At the end of the day, Parlor Market will be hosting the after party as part of their PM burger street fest, and after that after party will be the after after party in the same location sponsored by Cathead Vodka. What I’ve just listed are several reasons for you to come on top of the amazing author panels scheduled.

The festival is free and open to the public, and all of the authors scheduled throughout the day will have books for sale in the Lemuria tent. That’s right! We’ll have a tent! In that tent you will find several eager and sweaty Lemurians, awesome merchandise, and day-of volunteers ready to hand out fans and maps; excited to help you find the perfect book. If volunteering in our tent sounds totally awesome to you, just email hillary@lemuriabooks.com and we’ll schedule a time slot for you. Comes with a free Lemuria tank top. Boom. Free.

We are SO excited about all of this, and we hope that you are too. It’s my hope that the first book festival will surprise us all with its attendance, media coverage, and outreach. I want to end the day happy and exhausted, exclaiming, “We didn’t bring enough books!” So let’s make this happen. Share the website with your friends, send in a donation, grab your lawn chairs, your reading glasses and your sunscreen, and let’s make this the best first festival ever.

Barbara the Slut

By Former Lemurians

On August 6, 2015

In Fiction, Staff Blog

Let’s be honest, when a book with a title as great as Barbara the Slut and Other People comes out, you have to jump on it.

Short stories are the red-headed stepchild of books. Where’s the payoff? The well-honed characters? It’s hard to be swept away in 20 pages. I get it. But sometimes I cheat on my diet of lengthy novels for a candy-sized quick fix. I want something weird and uncanny and I want it fast.

I want to tell everyone about this book, but I especially want to tell them about the title story that rips open the barely-healed wounds of high school (and adulthood, too). Barbara, who has earned her moniker, is all of us trying and failing to navigate the pecking order of high school (and adulthood). She just wants to go to a good college, to leave the pimply boys behind her and be something bigger, to untangle her aspirations from her boredom. But the decisions we make ripple farther then we intend. Especially with sex. If you don’t buy this book, that’s fine. But please come find a comfortable chair in the bookstore and take fifteen minutes to read THIS story. It will break your heart.

And then there is “My Humans.” Told from the perspective of the dog, who spends a good amount of time licking and scratching and eating unusual things, we watch a relationship bloom and flower and wilt without the emotional attachment of someone involved. It is hauntingly familiar.

Like most short story collections, there are always a couple duds–the stories you have such high expectations for but that for some reason or other don’t deliver as hard of a punch. “Desert Hearts” follows a law school graduate as she poses as a lesbian to work at a sex shop in San Francisco. It has all the makings of a good story. Great setting? check. Characters with flaws for days? check. A conflict that is more real for us then we would like? check. But the story falls flat at the end. I don’t want redemption in a story this much in the gutter.

Don’t let this deter you from this collection, because when Lauren Holmes nails it, the nail goes in straight. Our human desire for belonging and intimacy have never had such a keen lens pointed at them as these stories have in the capable hands of Lauren Holmes. She bares us all on the page.

Barbara the Slut just came out this week and is available at Lemuria.

The Godfather made me fat

By Former Lemurians

On August 5, 2015

In Uncategorized

Earlier this month I took a vacation to see some friends in my old hometown of Nashville, TN; and I knew before I left that I had to find the perfect audio book to see me through the 12 hour round trip. I settled on Mario Puza’s classic The Godfather. I’m not sure why I was drawn to this title, but there it sat– nestled between several Neil Gaiman books read by the Brit himself, one or two celebrity memoirs (which I admit are a guilty audio book pleasure of mine), and some new fantasy titles.

The Godfather. I don’t know what stars aligned in order for me to choose this book, but I’m glad that they did, because for the next two weeks it was all I could think about. I slept, ate, and breathed The Godfather. I cooked SO much spaghetti, inspired by fat Peter Clemenza’s constant home over a hot stove, shoveling pounds and pounds of pasta into the waiting mouths of the button men waiting in the Corleone kitchen for instructions from the Godfather. I gained a few pounds. I caught myself using lingo from the book, casually dropping into conversation phrases like “make his bones” and titles like “caporegime”. My friends were baffled. I was smitten.

If you spend enough time with this book, the rules of life as explained by the Corleone family don’t just start to seem logical, you find yourself vehemently hating who they hate and loving who they love. Vito Corleone becomes a man of character, an upright, understanding, and generous benefactor. Those who oppose his regime are devils in pinstripes, and you forget that both sides are carrying “cold”, untraceable weapons, ready to murder whoever gets in the way of business.

Because that’s all it is: business. Several times in the novel, cruel acts are explained away to murder victim’s families as “not personal”, and the mourners sadly nod in agreement. They know that it is just business that gunned down their sons, fathers, and friends; that they just didn’t play their cards correctly and these were the consequences.

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The code of conduct that dictated the way the Sicilian mob families interacted with one another, how the family “businesses” were run, and what merited murder was based coldly on respect and favors returned. Puzo goes into great detail to describe the pyramid structure of the organized crime, the chain of command, and the legal and political ins and outs of keeping criminals out of prison (so many judges in so many pockets that Don Corleone must have been wearing cargo pants). With so much insider knowledge, I assumed that Puza had firsthand experience with organized crime, but as it turns out, that was not the case. He said, “‘I’m ashamed to admit that I wrote ‘The Godfather’ entirely from research. I never met a real honest-to-God gangster. I knew the gambling world pretty good, but that’s all.” [source]

Regardless of the source, the story is almost flawless. Spanning a full 15 hours on audio book, I was still in the meat of the book by the time I returned to Jackson; so my lunch breaks, evenings, and laundry time were consumed with the saga. When it ended, I shuddered with joy and sadness, wishing with all of my heart that I could stay forever.

[Sidebar: the movie is almost as good as the book. This is rare.]

Cline the Conqueror

By Former Lemurians

On July 30, 2015

In Culture, Fantasy, Fiction, Science Fiction, Staff Blog

Ernest Cline is one of many riding the wave after the dam broke open on nerd culture in America; and he is riding it higher than almost anyone. He is currently sitting near the top- not because he tried to blend his particular tastes into a mainstream-friendly book with a few cultural references sprinkled about, but because he unscrewed the top of the salt shaker and drowned us in them. He demands a cursory knowledge of video games, anime, John Hughes movies, Rush songs, Call of Duty, Star Wars and arguing with strangers on message boards. The more you know about any of these, the more easter eggs and snarky jokes you will get (and he gives more than you will see in a one hundred different books).

Armada was a real pleasure to read. It explods off the launch pad into a blazing fast novel of space ship battles with some really heart-felt moments. Cline makes no effort to hide where this book is headed from page one: we’re about to fight some filthy squids in space. Ernest Cline will be (and is) the first one to let us know that he, more than most, understands that this trope to be all too familiar. But if it is so familiar to us all, maybe there is a reason for that. Maybe all this violence in video games does rub off on us. Maybe we should be hoping that it does. (No spoilers, so I can’t explain why)

I think this second effort by Ernest Cline has a few weak spots, but the straight-as-an-arrow plotline is forgotten as soon as you step into the first space ship. All of the sarcasm and witty dialogue that got our attention in Ready Player One (Cline’s first novel) is front and center here. The nerd culture explosion of movies, games, and music will be there as only Ernest Cline can deliver.

This swell in the popularity of fan-based culture can be attributed to a lot of different things, the internet being at the top of this list, but there is another reason. People finally realized that the kids spending hundreds of dollars to create a cosplay of that one alien in the background of that one scene in Star Trek are the same people that will empty their bank accounts into new, exciting content. Spend some money on this crowd and they will spend money on you. This has lead to a huge expansion in the attention big studios are giving nerd-centered projects that reward the big-budget glossy paint job so well.

Ernest Clines’ first book Ready Player One is now in the very capable hands of Mr. Steven Spielberg. If the release of this movie is as big as I think it is going to be, then Ernest Clines’ spot on the throne of contemporary nerd-hood will be set until someone sees fit to challenge him (via a head to head game of Joust probably).

Jupiter Ascending: The best action film you can imagine? NOPE

One thing I know, and I know it well: we nerds are a fickle bunch. We don’t want to be tricked with special effects to patch up a weak plot (I’m looking at you, Jupiter Rising) and we will scream at the top of our caps lock keys to let everyone know about it. Lord help he who leaves a plot hole; in other words, don’t mess with time travel- it usually won’t work out well for you. Green screens look like green screens, period. Cameos are fun, but like special effects, you can’t just substitute Stan Lee making a pun in place of a little character development. Do I need to mention that we are an impatient bunch? Just ask George Martin (or Rothfuss or Lucas or Tool for that matter). If you follow these complicated, difficult rules then you still might fail and we will offer no sympathy for 10 years. After 10 years you will get invited to a couple comic cons and become a “cult classic.” For those that walk through the flame of the message boards and battle the mighty comic-con panels your reward shall be fans as far as the eye can see.

y9uuetr I hope you find this new swing in pop culture as exciting as I do. Come celebrate this nerd pride with us tonight at 5:00 in our .dot.com building and meet Ernest Cline himself. We’ll be the ones in the corner selling copies of Armada, Ready Player One, awesome merch, and quoting The Breakfast Club or arguing with you about the over use of the eagles in The Lord of the Rings. We would love to nerd out with you.

Author: Former Lemurians (Page 23 of 137)

Get to Know Joe

Nagasaki: Life After Nuclear War By Susan Southard

Yard War by Taylor Kitchings- Tonight at 5:00!

The First Ever Mississippi Book Festival on August 22: Get Your Bearings

Magic Beans for Escape Artists

What’s Done In the Dark Will be Brought to the Light: John Safran’s God’ll Cut You Down

Celebrating Literature and Literacy at the Mississippi Book Festival

Barbara the Slut

The Godfather made me fat

Cline the Conqueror

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