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Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Red Wind


There was a desert wind blowing that night. It was one of those hot dry Santa Anas that come down through the mountain passes and curl your hair and make your nerves jump and your skin itch. On nights like that every booze party ends in a fight. Meek little wives feel the edge of the carving knife and study their husbands' necks. Anything can happen. You can even get a full glass of beer at a cocktail lounge.


I'm with ya Silda!

Monday, March 10, 2008

I'm So Excited!

UPDATE! Staff Pick actually in the window!


Joshilyn Jackson is going to come visit Fran and I tomorrow at the day job!

Squeeeeeeeeee!


I dearly love this woman and am so in awe of her. And we finally get to meet her! Come on down if you're free at noon or noon 'thirty!

Sunday, March 9, 2008

Virtual Bookstore

Jackson Street Books will be having a virtual opening April 1 at Moondust on Second Life.

Invites and landmarks will follow.

Friday, March 7, 2008

Which Side Are You On?

Economic outlook looks bleak. But if we all stick together......Thanks Howie!

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

Once again, my colleague Penitent Liberal Lesbian has a fascinating book to share with us. Do go check out her website and read the critique of our window displays by street people down at the day job.

Imagine the future, where the country is split into separate areas, The Rim, Jesusland, and the Coast. Mars has been colonized, and the slogan is that it's "Not all red rocks and airlocks", but the winners of the Martian lottery get to come back to Earth.

Carl Marsalis won the lottery, but Earth doesn't want him back. See, Carl's a Thirteen, a genetically modified being. Thirteens were created to be a strike force, the enforcers. They're incredibly fast, they are almost impossible to kill and they aren't afraid. There are compounds around the world where Thirteens are kept isolated.

But there's also a serial killer loose, he's fast, he's merciless, he's impossible to catch. Remember the phrase, "It takes a thief to catch a thief"? Welcome to Richard K. Morgan's Thirteen ($24.95, Ballantine).

If that was the whole story, it would probably be enough. Morgan's an excellent and experienced science fiction writer. But he adds so much more to this novel. His Thirteens are much more complex than even Phillip K. Dick's Replicants, which is no small feat. The relationships between the characters is a living thing, and it's often as humane and uplifting as it is twisty and destructive.

Morgan makes sharp and incisive political and religious statements throughout the book, and rather than detracting, they explain the world and how it works, or doesn't work.

For example, there's a special gun, a Haag gun, that shoots bullets that, if they even graze you, will destroy your immune system completely, eating you alive from the inside out. The virus it injects is called the Falwell virus, and once you catch it, there's no salvation.

Carl's teamed up with a New York cop, Sevgi, who's of Turkish descent and who is nominally Muslim. Carl shrugs and says, "I'm just drawing on global media here. Islam, the Vatican, those Jesusland baptist guys. They're all singing pretty much the same hymn."

When talking about how the Thirteens are treated, one character points out, "You know, Guantanamo syndrome? Do it far enough away and no-one gives a shit!" Sound familiar?

One more quote, and then you've really got to grab a copy of this book. It's not an easy, kick-back-on-the-beach read, and you'll need to pay attention because the initial pieces don't come together quickly so this is not a book for the unintelligent, but Morgan has created a completely believable world, has peopled it with characters who live on in your memory, and a plot that kicks ass!

"Monsters, scapegoats," The words dripped off his (Carl's) tongue like cards he was dealing. His voice was suddenly jeering. "Angels and demons, heaven and hell, god, morality, law and language. Sutherland's right, it's all metaphor. Scaffolding to handle the areas where base reality won't cut it for you guys, where it's too cold for humans to live without something made up. We codify our hopes and fears and wants, and then build whole societies on the code. And then forget it was ever code and treat it like fact. Act like the universe gives a shit about it. Go to war over it, string men and women up by the neck for it. Firebomb trains and skyscrapers in the name of it."

Go. Get this book.

Saturday, March 1, 2008

May Booksense Picks Nominations



John Straley's The Big Both Ways (Alaska Northwest Books, $25.95) is not to be missed by history buffs of Northwest Labor Movements. Fleeing from Seattle's labor strikes, Slip Wilson finds himself and a known "Red" in a small dory paddling toward Juneau's miner strike of 1935. Ellie Hobbes has custody of her young niece and the girl's cockatiel. She'll keep giving speeches, despite the beatings at the hands of police and strike-breakers. Straley says this is a tall tale, to be told around the campfire, and oh, what a tale it is!


The Art of Racing in The Rain, by Garth Stein (Harper, $24.95) Narrated by the big hearted Enzo, this story reminds us of the grace of everyday, the preciousness of each moment. “In Mongolia, when a dog dies, he is buried high in the hills so people cannot walk on his grave. The dog's master whispers into the dog's ear his wishes that the dog will return as a man in his next life." Enzo, watches everything, the untimely death of Denny's wife and the 3 year battle with his inlaws for custody of their daughter, doing all he can to keep this family intact. Heartbreaking and achingly perfect this book is really impossible to describe. Enzo is a dog who can explain what it is to be human.

Tammy Domike, Jackson Street Books

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

Requiem for a Booklady: Carol Fewx



Today, we received an email of Sad News.

I can't begin to tell you how much I have treasured this woman over so many years. I have been grateful to call her my friend. I don't remember how many bars I closed with her.





I will miss Carol so much.