J.R.R. Tolkien’s 90-year-old translation of Beowulf will be published this May!
Only PBS has posted an exact date of May 22, so here’s to hoping!
Come on, May!
Yeah. That’s right. We have manga.
If you’ve been lurking about on the interwebs as much as I have, I know you’ve seen this causing mass chaos and confusion, people screaming “WHAT’S HAPPENING?” at their various devices.
If you haven’t, bless your heart. That’s why I’m bringing it right to your face.
If you have, you know what’s up.
Attack on Titan (aka Shingeki no Kyojin) by Hajime Isayama
So here’s the deal:
No one is safe. Humanoid giants called titans have reduced the human population to less than 250,000. They eat, but do not digest. Their only prey: humans. Living behind massive walls, Eren Jaeger, Mikasa Ackerman, and Armin Arlert have seen these creatures, watched them decimate their entire town, and have joined the specialized military to help take back the world from these monsters. But when the definition of humanity begins to blur, they and the members of the 104th trainee squad quickly learn that trust is a luxury, and erring on the side of caution is the only game they cannot play.
The anime is on Netflix and Crunchyroll. And it. Is. Stunning. Not just the quality of the voice work, but the pure cinematography of it all. And it’s not that often you get to call an anime cinematic.
If you’re not into reading subtitles, the English dub is in the works, and will probably be out later this year.
Alright. Let’s talk about this book, shall we?
When we first got this in, I stared at it, read the synopsis, kinda wrinkled my nose, and moved on with my life.
Fast forwarding a few months later, I decided to ignore the kind of “Ugh, really?” title and picked it up on a whim, and let me just say: Oh. My. God. It’s dirty, it’s gritty, unrelenting and irreverent. The Dead Run goes from 0 to 60 in less than 2.5 pages, and trust me when I say that’s not even an exaggeration.
Because fake priests and kidnappings clearly go hand in hand right?
NOT for the faint of heart, or for those who curdle easily.
With not-zombies, sorta-gods, and a whole lot of other things I didn’t expect this book to be about, it reads like a horror-thriller, without all the grunts with terrible aim. The villains mean serious businessand the heroes just have to deal with it. Also, an undead (but still-not-zombie) Virgin Army buried throughout the Mexico-Texas desert, hellbent on attaining a sacred beating heart in a box.
So, you know, just another ordinary day.
Guys, did you know we have autographed ART SPIEGELMAN books? Like, in stock? Like, for sale? You must not have known, because if you’d known they’d be gone, but they are here, waiting for you to know about them and buy them.
Sometimes a staff rec is written in a sudden, all-consuming fit of passion & inspiration. Sometimes a line comes to you in the shower, or on the CTA, or while you’re making breakfast. Sometimes writing a staff rec is a collaborative effort, and sometimes it gets messy. But it’s always about getting you together with the books we love.
I Dreamed I Was a Very Clean Tramp by Richard Hell
Look, I loved Patti Smith’s Just Kids as much as the next music nerd. But I love this book even more. It’s less sentimental & affected, much funnier, and sharp as a hypodermic needle. There’s also a lot more sex and drugs to go with the rock’n’roll. Hell presents the events of his crooked life with candor and wit, and in doing so paints an extraordinarily vivid picture of a strange and wonderful moment in music history, as well as of a long-lost New York City where you could live on odd jobs, have dinner with Susan Sontag, and party with Iggy. Hell’s remarkable intelligence and articulacy shine most in his lucid, insightful discussions of the punk movement, the cultural milieu that produced it, and the wrecked lives we associate with it. A splendid, wicked ride.
Monkey Business International Vol. 4 debuted last weekend in Japan at the Tokyo International Literary Festival. The magazine’s founding editor, Motoyuki Shibata, and contributors Brian Evenson, David Peace and Tomoka Shibasaki gave readings and talks at several Tokyo venues.
We’ve got this in-store now and some of us (Tom and Alicia) are kinda losing our minds over it.
So, you’re kicking yourself for not coming to see Richard Hell last night. And you did miss out, no doubt about it. But, there’s hope for you yet! We have ~12 signed copies of his book that would look great in your messenger bag.
Richard Hell, in I Dreamed I Was a Very Clean Tramp
See Richard Hell discuss his book TONIGHT 3/14 at 6pm 57th Street Books
A chin for every witticism; or, Oscar Wilde through the eyes of Zuleika Dobson author Max Beerbohm
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Franz Kafka, “The Country Doctor”
The bleak world of Kafka, now with more snow.
I stood there, listening. The wind blew snow from the branches. Snow blew out of the woods in eddies and sweeping gusts. I raised my collar, put my gloves back on. When the air was still again, I walked among the stones, trying to read the names and dates, adjusting the flags to make them swing free. Then I stood and listened.
The power of the dead is that we think they see us all the time. The dead have a presence. Is there a level of energy composed solely of the dead? They are also in the ground, of course, asleep and crumbling. Perhaps we are what they dream.
May the days be aimless. Let the seasons drift. Do not advance the action according to a plan."
Harper Lee, To Kill a Mockingbird
Aye, we know how you feel, Scout.