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Part of a collection by Nadine Boughton:

Here is a collision of two worlds: men’s adventure magazines or “sweats” meets Better Homes and Gardens. These photocollages are set against the backdrop of the McCarthy era, advertising, sexual repression, WWII and the Korean War. The cool, insular world of mid-century modern living glossed over all danger and darkness, which the heroic male fought off in every corner.

How about a caption contest?

Let’s be honest: this is pretty boss.

Epic Poem and Tolkien fanatics rejoice! There’s not much info out yet, but you can find more articles about the good news here  here, and here!

Only PBS has posted an exact date of May 22, so here’s to hoping!

Come on, May!

Manga Time!

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.

-Alicia

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.
-Alicia

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.

-Alicia

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.

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.

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.
-Alex

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.

-Alex

monkeybusinessmag:

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.

Brian Evenson…

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.

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.

"And, though rock and roll is about being cool, you don’t have to be cool to make real rock and roll — sometimes the most innocuous and pathetic fumblers only become grace by the way they shine in songs. And this is half of what makes the music the art of adolescence — that it doesn’t require any verifiable skill. It’s all essence, and it’s available to those who, to all appearances, have nothing."

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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A chin for every witticism; or, Oscar Wilde through the eyes of Zuleika Dobson author Max Beerbohm

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"I was in great difficulty. An urgent journey was facing me. A seriously ill man was waiting for me in a village ten miles distant. A severe snowstorm filled the space between him and me. I had a carriage—a light one, with large wheels, entirely suitable for our country roads. Wrapped up in furs with the bag of instruments in my hand, I was already standing in the courtyard ready for the journey; but the horse was missing—the horse. My own horse had died the previous night, as a result of over exertion in this icy winter. My servant girl was at that very moment running around the village to see if she could borrow a horse, but it was hopeless—I knew that—and I stood there useless, increasingly covered with snow, becoming all the time more immobile."

Franz Kafka, “The Country Doctor”

The bleak world of Kafka, now with more snow.

"Amanda left in January. There was snow on the ground the morning she called, a whiteness that turned gray and filthy by noon and then disappeared down the sewer grates. Later that morning the florist called about the bouquet you ordered for her return. Everything becomes symbol and irony when you have been betrayed."
— Jay McInerney, Bright Lights, Big City