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Tuesday, October 9, 2007

New This Week!

The tenth Easy Rawlins thriller, Blonde Faith (Little Brown$25.99) is Walter Mosley’s latest. We should have a few signed copies on Thursday. I Am America (And So Can You!) (Grand Central $26.99) has already won the coveted Stephen T. Colbert Award for Literary Excellence. Congrats, Stephen! Eric Clapton’s Autobiography (Broadway Books$26.00) is out. I haven’t heard much about it, but I find it interesting that it follows on the heels of Patti Boyd’s memoir. I’m sure it will be interesting for Rock ’n’ Roll history fans, following Clapton’s career from the John Mayall group, to the Yardbirds, to Cream, to Blind Faith and his solo career. And Robert Greer’s latest C.J. Floyd novel, The Mongoose Deception (Frog, Ltd. $25.95) now graces our shelves.

There is also some great paperback releases. Julia Child’s memoir of discovering FOOD, My Life in France (Anchor $14.95) was co –written with her nephew, Alex Prud’homme. Dave Eggers widely acclaimed novel, What is the What (Vintage $15.95) tells the tale of the Sudanese born Valentino Achak Deng, one of the Lost Boys, forced to flee his home. Maya Angelou’s Hallelujah! The Welcome Table: A Lifetime of Memories with Recipes (Random House $19.95) is nicely spiral-bound for kitchen use. And Hampton Sides’ Blood and Thunder: The Epic Story of Kit Carson and the Conquest of the American West (Anchor Books $15.95) has a subtitle that says it all.

October 9th happens to be my birthday. Thanks! I share it with both John Lennon and Jackson Browne. If only I’d their song-writing talents. A tip of the hat to them and a toast to my fellow Librans.


Anonymous said...

Saaay, that Alex Prud’homme … he’s not related to Don “The Snake” Prudhomme, is he?

Didn’t think so …

Anonymous said...

Don "The Snake" could get 'er dun, couldn't he? I also go back to the age of the dinosaurs, so I remember when Florida Boy Don Garlits was smokin' the California crowd. Big Daddy has the political acumen of a disoriented possum, but he could damned sure make the various incarnations of the Swamp Rat motor. Every abandoned WWII airstrip in Florida was a drag strip during my adolescence in the 50s. One of them was also a very successful moonshine hideout. Ah, the pre-overwhelmed days of my Thoreauvian youth, even though I didn't really know it until I got to college.

And now the kicker - this particular visit to Jackson Street Books was prompted by the fact that I like the pictures.

AnonymousD[ragracing fan, along with pretty much all forms of seeing whose motorized vehicle can get from A to B (or back to A) fastest]. We used to tear through the orange groves at night with cars with only a frame, wheels, and a motor - no lights - back before I had good sense.

Feel free to cyber-wrap my knuckes if I get too far off blog, SeattleDan or SeattleTammy. I'm Southern. Shit, I'll talk about almost anything anybody else brings up. I sometimes don't even stop after signing the post.

Alice Wilson-Fried exudes very engaging classiness. Wish I could have been there just to hear the lady talk.

SeattleTammy said...

Anon D, that was beautiful! Thank You.

I hope Alice sees your comment because she is all that.

And do I have a book for you! 's next one is about his small track racing in the rain. He's brilliant and I'll read anything he writes. You should too!