Showing posts with label books. Show all posts
Showing posts with label books. Show all posts

Saturday, November 25, 2017

Handwritten Book Journal on Nepali Lokta Paper

This is a book journal I started back in 2009. I couldn't pass on the unique, natural look and feel of the lokta Paper from Nepal.
I thought it would make a perfect book journal, so it's full of reflections based on the books I read.
The cover took water damage from a time it was sitting near an open window and a rainstorm passed through, but it didn't cause too much destruction. It makes it look like an effect the cover is supposed to have on purpose.
The pages are thick and firm. The pulp and plant matter leaves different patterns and indentations on every page.

There's an ongoing meta-struggle in the entries on the nature of the project itself and the relevance of the entries to the books. I may want to post more entries in the future, but as a sample, here's my entry on James Joyce's Ulysses, which I chose because the two open pages covered in tiny text are aesthetically my favorite in this book:



This is an example of the kind of inky Bic pen I used to fill up these pages. It's too inky for most paper and would smear, but the lokta paper is so thick and absorbent that the ink flows smoothly, looks clear, and doesn't smear. This book is one of my few journals that is entirely written in print handwriting. I learned cursive in primary school, but I didn't use it and forgot how to write in script. However, in 2011, when I had just returned from Spain and wanted to document my adventures in a journal, I endeavored to re-teach myself cursive to be able to write faster, so all of my journals from that point are in cursive handwriting. In the future, I'll share some more of my handwritten journals along with some electronically handwritten material from my Moleskine Smart Writing Set.

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Joseph Patrick Pascale - How to Get a Promotion When Your Boss Is Trying to Kill You (Accurate Accounts of Office Work: Book 1), a comic literary novel coming from Waldorf Publishing on September 1 2018.



Sunday, October 8, 2017

Witold Gombrowicz, Trans-Atlantyk - They’re Only Pretending to Use the Urinals: Comic Moments in Literary Fiction




Witold Gombrowicz’s novels are chock full of absurdity, so perhaps it’s natural that we find some hilarious moments thrown in. His writing styles are highly original, and his own personal philosophical concepts underlie the characters and events in his fiction, providing a lot of depth to what may appear to be silly, farcical stories on the surface.

Any look one takes at Gombrowicz invariably focuses on his unique biography, but in Gombrowicz’s novel Trans-Atlantyk, Gombrowicz himself presents to his readers the most fateful decision of his life. Of course, Trans-Atlantyk is absurd, fantastical, and written in an archaic Polish form as a mockery (the English translation is written in a kind of ersatz 17th Century English), but it does feature a narrator named Witold Gombrowicz, who finds himself sent to Buenos Aires as a Polish literary representative, and when World War II breaks out in Europe with the Nazis invading Poland, Witold does not choose to get back on board the ship with the others and return to Europe to join the war. He remains in Argentina for dubious reasons, just as the real Witold Gombrowicz did, where he found himself poor, unable to speak Spanish, and in exile for more than 20 years. (He also wasn’t doing himself any favors by writing a novel in Polish that could only be read by his fellow Polish émigrés, but using such ancient Polish that it was difficult for even them to read, and insulting the whole Polish immigrant culture in Argentina while he was at it! It seems safe to say he didn't get into writing for the money!)


As Jerzy Jarzebski writes in The Exile and Return of Writers from East-Central Europe: A Compendium, "All of the actions of the protagonist-Gombrowicz described in the novel are outrageously unworthy and dishonorable from the point of view of the patriotic tradition of emigration." This fits in with Gombrowicz’s iconoclastic themes. The novel pits the “Fatherland” against the “Sonland.” In the book’s introduction, Stanislaw Baranczak describes Gombrowicz’s decision thus, “What Gombrowicz the narrator refuses to suffer any more—taking the dramatic yes-or-no question of his return as an opportunity to make a clean break with his half-hearted compliance—is the overwhelming power of stereotype, of What Is Expected from You, of (to use the term Gombrowicz adopted in his essays and diary) Form.”

I’d just like to note that my Gombrowicz quotes are from the original translation of Trans-Atlantyk by Carolyn French and Nina Karsov, but a second translation by Danuta Borchardt was published in 2014. This article in the Quarterly Conversation discusses the two versions.

Nevertheless, highly relevant to our discussion here—to this entire Comic Moments in Literary Fiction series on this blog—Susan Sontag writes in the introduction to the new translation, “[Gombrowicz's] third, tongue-in-cheek, message has a more universal portent: issues between individuals and nations can be so horrific that nothing but humongous laughter may deliver salvation."


The narrator Gombrowicz of Trans-Atlantyk finds a job with other Polish émigrés, and he has a lot of dealings with three of the employees (The Baron, Ciumkala, and Pyckal), who the narrator finds quite buffoonish. They encounter him at a dance hall and insist on buying him drinks. They start arguing with each other about who will treat Gombrowicz, and Gombrowicz tries to give them the slip by excusing himself to the restroom, but he can’t get away:

“...and I quickly made off. I enter the Privy, they after me. There was one man who was making water into a Urinal. I to a urinal. They to urinals. But when that man who had been making water left, they jointly at me.” 
(FYI, this is all [SIC] per above note on his style and all ellipses are in the original)

Now that they have Gombrowicz alone, the three employees try to give money to each other, which can be used to treat Gombrowicz so they can get into his good favor:

“And Ciumkala to the Baron: ‘Here, have six hundred.’ And Pyckal to Ciumkala: ‘Here seven hundred, have seven hundred. Take when I’m giving!’ They take cashes out, brandish them under noses for themselves, for me, and press them each on the others! Haply they are Madmen!
“I reckoned then that, although they are giving these Cashes each to the others amongst themselves, they would fain give me these Cashes to purchase my favor . . . save that they feel awkward for want of daring with me. Ergo I say: ‘Do not fever yourselves, Gentles, easy, easy.’ Yet they were but seeking a way to press these Cashes on me, and at length the Baron clasped his head: ‘Aye me, my pocket is torn. I’d better give my Cashes to you as I may lose them!’ . . . and he started to press the Cashes on me. Seeing that, the others also press theirs: ‘My pocket is torn, too. Take mine’ —‘And mine.’ Say I: ‘For God’s sake, gentles, to what end do you give?’ . . .But at this moment someone came in for the need, so they to Urinals, unbutton, whistle, as if naught, as if for the need . . . Only when that someone who had come in went out, they at me again, and since they have become more daring, they indeed thrust the Cashes on me and ‘Take, take’ they chorus. Say I: ‘In the name of the Father and the Son, gentlemen, to what end do you give, what purpose you your cashes with me?’ In this moment, however, someone came in for the need, so they to Urinals, whistle . . . but as soon as we were left alone, again they lept at me and Pyckal roared: ‘Take, take when you are given, take, take for he has three hundred or four hundred Millions!’—’Take not from Pyckal; take from me,’ cried the Baron, whirring and buzzing as a wasp, ‘from me take, as, for God’s sake, he may have even four hundred or five hundred Millions!”


This plays out like a side-splitting skit in my mind’s eye. At first, they’re trying to be coy with the money to impress Gombrowicz, but then they realize someone is coming into the bathroom and they all run to a urinal and cartoonishly whistle, pretending to use the facilities until that guy leaves. Then, like a cartoon character coming up with a new scheme, one of them says there’s a hole in his pocket, so Gombrowicz should take the money, and like clowns, the others say they’ve also got holes in their pockets and shove their money at him—But they all need to put the money away and rush to a urinal as they realize someone else is entering the restroom!

This goes on for a while longer until they finally wear him down:

“Wishing not to be disagreeable any longer, I let them press the Cashes on me. Then all to urinals as Someone was just coming in.”


Things after this continue to intensify for the narrator, as the guy he’s there with shoves him some money under the table and tells him to invite his countrymen over to drink with them, and the wild ride continues, but the scene in the bathroom really tickles me. I also noticed the ingenious way Gombrowicz uses the “In the name of the Father and the Son” curse like a standard “OMG!” curse, but it serves the double purpose to reinforce the struggle between Fatherland and Sonland that lies at the heart of the narrative. If you liked the taste of Gombrowicz offered through this wacky scene, you would certainly enjoy reading more. An easier read would be his novel Ferdydurke (translates to something like “Fiddle-Faddle”). The hook is that an adult’s old schoolteacher shows up at his house and transforms him back into a little kid.




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Joseph Patrick Pascale - How to Get a Promotion When Your Boss Is Trying to Kill You (Accurate Accounts of Office Work: Book 1), a comic literary novel coming from Waldorf Publishing on September 1, 2018


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Sunday, September 17, 2017

Brier Rose Books in Teaneck, NJ - My Personal Favorite Bookstore


This blog makes it clear that I'm really into bookstores, and I've been to bookstores throughout North America and even parts of Europe. So I thought I'd share with you my personal favorite bookstore, Brier Rose Books in Teaneck, NJ. Now, perhaps I'm a bit biased because I used to live within walking distance of this store and I could go all the time, but I am still convinced that if you have the chance, you will have a unique and wonderful experience at a bookstore with a great selection.
The outside is quaint. With no huge sign on the building itself, you could almost miss it. 

Walking in feels the way I imagine it would be to walk into a magical bookshop, if such a thing were real. 
As soon as you enter, you are immediately surrounded by books on bookshelves. Whatever direction you go in, you'll be in a corridor of books, and at every end, all you can see is more books.
All of this makes it feel like you're not in a store at all. You've just stumbled into a maze of books. There's no one around--employees or customers. There's no music playing. There are no signs or obvious prices. It's just you and the books.
And I know this involves personal taste, but my wife and I always love the selection available. The fiction, the philosophy, the history, the science fiction and fantasy--there are so many compelling titles.
Way in the back corner of the store, there is a section of books for a dollar. It's all fiction, separated by general fiction, mystery, science fiction, and fantasy. And even in this section, we're always impressed by the books that are available. My wife always gets a big stack of sci-fi and fantasy books for $1 each, and I've picked up titles like Slaughterhouse Five by Kurt Vonnegut and Siddhartha by Hermann Hesse from this dollar section. 

By now, you've probably been in the store a long time, running your finger over the spines of books, perusing titles, reading a few pages, and maybe you've even collected a few books under your arm. You started out in the front of the store, but now you've been to the back corners and corridors in-between and you still haven't seen another soul. If it were the weekend, you'd probably have seen a few customers in obscure aisles here or there, but it's desolate. 

The shelves are set up like a maze, and you need to find that path that winds into the very center of the store. That's where the owner and sole employee, Howard Rose, has his sales desk set up. This centerpoint also contains some couches, antique artifacts, and the glass cases containing the rarest valuable books in the store (Although it's likely to see him on his laptop, selling books online, which is actually where the most expensive books are. He once told me that he wouldn't be able to keep the store open if he didn't have the money coming in from online sales. I just checked the Brier Rose Books AbeBooks profile, and right now there's a listing for a rare Jack London book signed by Jack London and his poet wife). Mr. Rose is happy to assist with finding something once you know he's embedded in there (and sometimes while you're wandering the corridors of books, you'll hear his disembodied voice ask you if you need any help). He always wants to have a conversation about what books you're reading, and whatever other topics may arise. He tells interesting stories of going out to review libraries for sale that he sometimes buys for the store. He says he's got tons of books in storage, and when people buy the popular ones from the dollar section, he has to go fish out more of them to put on the shelves.    

Last time we were there, he was upset that after all the ordeals of someone driving a car into his store, causing tons of damage that required construction to repair, Google mistakenly had his store listed as permanently closed. Rest assured, the store is open and looking better than ever, so if you want to experience the charm of Brier Rose Books stop by 450 Cedar Lane, Teaneck, NJ 07666.

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You're reading this, so it's time to admit it You’ve been one – a bookstore hobo. Lingering too long among shelves of books. Sitting between the aisles reading a book you know you don’t have the money to buy, and thinking to yourself, “Oh, if I could only stay here forever.” So why don't you read my novella The Bookstore Hobos? Published in the Eunoia Review, The Bookstore Hobos is the story of Zaid, who tries to live in a bookstore when he finds himself unemployed. His adventures will take him to New York City, where he must attempt to apply what he's read to the real world.
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Joseph Patrick Pascale - How to Get a Promotion When Your Boss Is Trying to Kill You (Accurate Accounts of Office Work: Book 1), a comic literary novel coming from Waldorf Publishing on September 1, 2018.



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Sunday, September 10, 2017

Comic Moments in Literary Fiction #1: There Are No Cups in Kafka’s Amerika

"Sword? One supposes a mistake, since Kafka never saw the monument. Yet it grows increasingly clear that Karl has landed in a nightmarish new world where everything is slightly off-kilter, skewed and disorienting. A bridge over the Hudson connects New York to Boston." (Quote WP | Image-Vanished Empires)

There’s plenty of reasons to laugh, so this series will explore the hilarious, laugh-out-loud moments found in serious, literary fiction. Even if you’re someone like Franz Kafka, exploring existential dread and the absurdity of everything, you might as well laugh along the way. For instance, it’s widely reported that when Kafka gave a reading of the first chapter of The Trial — in which Joseph K. awakens to some detectives in his room, eating his breakfast, placing him under arrest for an unnamed crime (they don’t have the authority to tell him what he’s accused of), and telling K. that he can go about his day, although the court will keep an eye on him — Kafka could barely get through the reading because he was laughing so hard. David Foster Wallace wrote a great essay on Kafka’s humor and why Americans often don’t get catch the jokes, if you’d like to delve into that topic.



But for now, it’s my way of introducing a new series I’d like to try on this blog, in which I share moments I found particularly hilarious from works of literary fiction. We're using comic in the contemporary usage of "funny," not the tragedy/comedy plot classifications (we might be laughing at some tragedies in this series!) To start with one from Kafka, I’d like to share a scene from his first novel, often called Amerika, although The Missing Person is a more accurate title and translation. Like all three of his novels, it’s unfinished. It’s the story of Karl, a hapless young man whose parents ship him off to his rich uncle in the United States after he’s sexually assaulted by a maid. Kafka never actually visited America, and this isn’t supposed to be an accurate representation, but his own Kafkan version of the United States. For instance, as Karl arrives in New York, he “saw the Statue of Liberty, which he had been observing for some time, as if in a sudden burst of sunlight. The arm with the sword now reached aloft, and about her figure blew the free winds.” 


Karl has all sorts of bizarre adventures, but whenever I think about the novel, I remember this little moment and chuckle to myself. Karl has just spent the night at an inn with a couple of questionable characters, and now it’s the next morning:

“At last an innocent little boy came along and had to stretch up tall in order to hand the Frenchman the coffeepot. Unfortunately, there seemed to be only one coffeepot available, and it was impossible to get the boy to understand that they would like some glasses too. So only one person at a time could drink while the others stood beside him, each awaiting his turn. Although Karl had no desire to drink, he did not wish to hurt the feelings of the other two, and so, when his turn came, he simply stood motionless, holding the coffeepot to his lips.

By way of farewell, the Irishman threw the coffeepot onto the stone tiles; they left the building unobserved and left out into the thick yellowish morning fog” (Kafka translated by Mark Harman). 


It’s a small, inconsequential moment, but when I think of those guys standing there, waiting for their turn to drink out of the spout of the coffeepot—and Karl not wanting to, but drinking to be polite—I just burst out into laughter. 

And even though it's a silly detail, we can also read classic Kafka themes in the scene. We see that communication is impossible. This runs throughout Kafka, just think of the "Message to the Emperor" that can never be delivered or the law meant only for you that you can never find out (in "Before the Law"/The Trial). Here, we see it even affects something as mundane as trying to drink a cup of coffee. We also see people doing things they don’t want to do out of some perceived expectation, the kind of behavior taken to the extreme in "The Judgement." There’s so much packed into one little, hilarious scene. I'll have to fight the urge to recreate the moment next time I have guests over for coffee! 

For the next entry in this series, we'll look at some Witold Gombrowicz!

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Joseph Patrick Pascale - How to Get a Promotion When Your Boss Is Trying to Kill You (Accurate Accounts of Office Work: Book 1), a comic literary novel coming from Waldorf Publishing on September 1, 2018


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Sunday, August 13, 2017

The Great Seattle Literary & Bookstore Tour - Pt. 1

Seattle is my kind of town—you can't go two blocks without stumbling upon a cool café or bookstore.

And sometimes you think you found a bookstore, but it's a café that sounds like a bookstore, as you can see by "The Bookstore" on the right of this photo, which is the name of a restaurant, or "Storyville" on the left, which is followed not by "Books" but by "Coffee."
On a related note, The Bookstore Bar & Café served one of the best breakfasts I've ever had:





And on the counter of Storyville Coffee, they sold custom Moleskine notebooks embossed with their logo.

Even my hotel room greeted me with a selection of writing by Seattle authors right away:
Seattle is a literary city in general. It's also been attempting to become named one of the world heritage sites of literature.


Of course, any newcomer to Seattle must make a visit the Pike Place Market. Opened in 1907, it is one of the US's oldest continuously operated public farmer's markets. But explore its depths, and you'll discover that there are several bookstores in Pike Place Market alone.


BLMF Literary Saloon

BLMF is one of those great used bookstores that is just absolutely packed with books. You really need to search through it. It also gives you the feeling that if the books aren't selling as fast as they're coming in, they will just keep stacking more books on top until it's full to the brim.
"BLMF Bookstore is proof that there are treasures to be found for the patient visitor who wanders down to the neglected lower levels of Pike Place Market. J.B. Johnson has owned this cozy, lovingly curated store for 17 years, ever since a guest at his book-filled home commented that he had 'books like a motherf----er' (hence the name)."


Lionheart Books

Also inside Pike Place Market, you'll find...
Open Your Mind

Lionheart Books
You can tell they've got good taste when they dedicated a whole row of the front display window to Kurt Vonnegut!
The proprietor was a friendly and interesting guy who started up a nice conversation with us.


Lamplight Books


"How's it going?" I said to the guy at the counter of Lamplight Books. He responded:

"Every day is a good day in a bookstore."


Lamplight Books was another cool bookstore packed with books I wish I'd read.


Left Bank Books

On the outside of Pike Place Market, you can find Left Bank Books.

Of course they had an X'd out Starbucks logo when the original Starbucks is right around the corner.
Left Bank Books is a collectively owned and operated anarchist bookstore (not to be confused with the Left Bank Books in New York, which sadly shuttered its doors last year).
Does that make it ironic or appropriate that they make you leave your bag at the counter when you enter?
The store carries over 10,000 books, specializing in "anti-authoritarian, anarchist, independent, radical and small-press titles"
Left Bank Books is also a small press. According to their website, they only publish occasionally, but they recently released a book of poetry called "Love is Not Enough" by Frances Gregory.
They really couldn't offer a better reading nook. Here, you can tuck yourself away into the recesses of the store's second floor as you contemplate solutions for society's many problems.


Pike Street Press

A few blocks south of Pike Place Market, you'll find Pike Street Press.

 It's not a bookstore, it's a "Letterpress Print & Design Studio" with a gallery.
But featuring among its treasures an antique Heidelberg Windmill Press, anyone on a bookstore tour is going to want to at least poke their head in.


More Literary Delights

If you're touring Seattle, you must ascend the iconic Space Needle.
So ascend it you will.
And take in the whole of Washington spread out all around you.
But when you get back down, don't leave too quickly and potentially miss out on more literary adventures.

No, I don't mean the Chihuly Museum, although that is worth seeing.

I'm talking about the Experience Music Project Museum of Pop Culture (EMP MoPOP). Inside, we found there were Science Fiction and Fantasy exhibits. 
On display, they had the original manuscript of George R. R. Martin's A Game of Thrones (A Song of Ice and Fire Book 1) side-by-side with HBO's script for the Game of Thrones show, each opened to the scene where Ned sentences the Night's Watch deserter:

Next to Terry Brooks' manuscript for Elfstones of Shannara was his actual hand drawn map of the Four Lands:

They also had Patrick Rothfuss' manuscript for Name of the Wind:

Most of these displays were movie props, but alongside these manuscripts, they also had a display of prototype Magic: The Gathering cards:

And this particularly fascinated me because my first day in Seattle, I had encountered Magic cards in an unexpected place out in the wild:
Those MTG Plague Rats with "I'LL QUIT TOMORROW" creeped me out and stuck in my head way longer than Seattle's infamously icky gum wall:


Seattle Central Library

Seattle Central Library photo by Bobak Ha'Eri
The Seattle Central Library is an architectural work of art! Photo by Bobak Ha'Eri
The Seattle Central Library is a wonder on the inside as well, even if it does start to feel Borgesian at times as you realize there are more floors than you first thought, and you find yourself wandering labyrinthine corridors of books wondering just where that elevator got to.


Unlike the typical bookstore, the library is hugely spacious even though there are many, many shelves of books.

It was nice to see that homeless people were more than welcome in the library. They had plenty of computers set up and offered special programs for creating resumes and searching for jobs online. 

Elliott Bay Book Company

It may have been a long day, with exhaustion now reaching for your legs, but you'll drink another cup of coffee, and because you don't have a car, make the trek away from Pike Place Market out to the Capitol Hill district of Seattle. By night, the commuters leave downtown Seattle a ghost town, meaning you'll only encounter hobos and night owls if you remain. For books, you'll climb to Capitol Hill, a district of the city that stays up all night. Past the bars and the characters shouting and gesticulating on every sidewalk, you'll reach the famous Elliott Bay Book Company:

First located in Pioneer Square, Seattle's original district, Elliott Bay Book Co. moved to this location in 2010. It's said that the set of Café Nervosa in Frasier was based on the original, underground location of the Elliott Bay Book Co. 


These photos give you a taste of the fact that this is a huge, yet elegant, bookstore that maintains a finely curated selection.
You'll not only find books from small presses, but even tiny literary zines!
 I love to see shelves of staff recommendations. It's the personal touch that's typically not allowed in the chain bookstores that sell shelf space to the highest bidder.













I sat for some time in a cushioned chair reading the bizarre
Life: A User's Manual by Georges Perec, which I had picked up from the staff recommendations shelf. It's one of those books that seems to lean heavily on the insane side of the Madness/Genius dichotomy.

I was overcome with visions of sitting with my dog, Lady, in the store because they had a sign up stating that dogs weren't allowed in the café section, which meant they were allowed in the bookstore, and that's amazing because you should be able to travel everywhere with your best friend even though that's not usually the case. 

The truth is, at this point in the trip, after so much traveling, after so many adventures, and after working the whole day prior to this night, you're physically exhausted, which has left you mentally fragile. You shove the book back onto the shelf because its words are starting to take over your thoughts like a symbiote.
You stand on the mezzanine level and look out over the store, but the wooden structures give you visions that you can see beyond the store, to the great Washington wilderness of the Pacific Northwest, where you live in a log cabin like in the early days of Gary Snyder. Visions of you weigh heavily as well, reader, for there are many parts in this narrative where the line between you and I blurs.
Your retreat back to the hotel is downhill, but it's still a long walk. Along the way, a pit stop is made to the unexpected Starbucks Reserve Roastery & Tasting Room. Unlike the endless mimesis of their typical stores, this is a one of a kind location.
A cup of coffee could be nice to restore your energy reserves, and indeed, your spouse urges you to order one.
But the huge number of coffees on display is too overwhelming to use the brainpower to choose one.
Even in this place, you find shelves of books hidden in a nook up above the machinery, which is great if you want to read about coffee.
But you continue to poke through the store and examine the artifacts on display. You pick up a French Press wrapped in goat wool, but when you catch sight of the pricetag on the bottom—$400—you have a vision of it tumbling out of your shaking, fragile hands, the glass shattering about your feet. You manage to place it back on the shelf and flee out onto the sidewalk, pushing yourself the rest of the way to the hotel.


Underground Seattle
 As mentioned, Pioneer Square in the southwest is the original heart of Seattle.
 The Smith Tower may seem quaint on the skyline now, but in 1914 it was Seattle's first skyscraper and the tallest building west of the Mississippi.
 "Anybody who's been to Seattle and missed Alaskan Way, the old water front, has missed the point — here the totem-pole stores, the waters of Puget Sound washing under old piers, the dark gloomy look of ancient warehouses and pier sheds, and the most antique locomotives in America switching boxcars up and down the water front, give a hint, under the pure cloud-mopped sparkling skies of the Northwest, of great country to come." - Jack Kerouac
The thing to know about Pioneer Square is that it is a storey higher now than it originally was. Seattle was built on a swamp, so the whole city was sinking until the Great Seattle Fire of 1889. While it destroyed almost the entire city, it was a miracle that only one person was killed. The residents decided to fill in the swamp and rebuild the city above the old city. But some of those original structures are still down there. When I said the original Elliott Bay Book Company was underground, I meant that literally. 
If you see sidewalks with this purple glass (it was originally clear, but UV exposure turns it purple), it's actually a skylight. Seattle is famous for these, but after this trip, I noticed them in New York City, Jersey City, and Paterson.
Seen from underground, you can tell how much light these let in. They cut the glass in a special way to refract as much light as possible, and this is what was used to light up underground places in the time before electricity. 
You can take tours through abandoned sections of the underground structure beneath Pioneer Square.
But plenty of businesses still operate in underground locations.


Ars Obscura

And an underground establishment you'd like to visit is Ars Obscura, Hand Bookbinding and Restoration.



Revolution Books

I was saddened to learn that Revolution Books, once a must-see on any literary journey to Pioneer Square, shut down in late 2016.
Their titles focused on social justice, particularly #BlackLivesMatter. 


The Globe Bookstore


The Globe's classic outside look masks the fact that there's a ton of books awaiting you within.

Prominent in this shot is a poster for Seattle's awesome Beckett Fest in 2014.
As you can see, in back it opens up to an indoor area of establishments.



You can also venture upstairs to find an even great selection. At the moment we were there, they were working on their stock, but we were more than willing to shimmy through the boxes and take in the homey feel.
There's also a great reading nook up there!

If you'd like to take a virtual look through The Globe Bookstore, Google Maps' Streetview will actually let you inside the store. It's really nice, but you have to keep resisting the urge to reach through the screen and pick up a book to flip through!


Seattle Mystery Bookshop

If you're into mystery books, here's an entire store chock full of bringing you the best ones.
 And its location is appropriately mysterious in setting the mystery vibe.


Arundel Books

This bookstore is located in the same space as David Ishii's famous bookstore (he died in 2012), although Arundel Books has been in business since 1984.  
We ended up having a long conversation with the proprietor. I specifically remember him making a point about Walt Whitman's poetry reflecting the fact that he worked with printing presses and had trained himself to read the letters backwards (their website does point out that Arundel Books runs a small "publishing company that is about to acquire its own vintage letterpress printing press.")
You may notice I don't post stacks of the books I bought from these bookstores. That's because usually I'm broke and I tell myself I already have stacks of books I didn't read yet back home, so I should save the money I do have. However, if I encounter a book I'm interested in that seems unique, particularly to the place I'm in, I'm often tempted to get it. So I did buy a book here at Arundel Books: Breath on the Mirror: Seattle's Skid Row Community by Laurie Olin. 
 When the proprietor saw me flipping through it—there are really cool sketches alongside the text—he told me that they just found a small box of these in an attic, and it's been out of print since the 70s.
The term "Skid Row" actually comes from Seattle, where logs were literally skidded down the hill toward the water to be packed onto ships to go down to California. Even in the contemporary age, there was a large homeless population in Seattle, and I saw the same further north in Vancouver, Canada. I don't know for sure, but the way there would be so many homeless together and out in the open, I had the impression they were less persecuted than they are in eastern cities like New York, where they're frequently forced out of spots.

Bonus Pacific Northwest Bookstores

Now, I don't think I visited enough of the Pacific Northwest to use that name in the whole post, especially since I know that Powell's Books in Portland would be mandatory, and I haven't made it there yet.

Nevertheless, there are a couple of bookstores we visited outside of Seattle that I'll include here.

You can take the ferry from Seattle, through the Puget Sound, to Bainbridge Island.

Eagle Harbor Book Co., Bainbridge Island, WA

Greeting you in the island's main shopping district is the spacious and well-stocked Eagle Harbor Book Co.
What I particularly liked was that they had such huge shelves of staff picks front and center in the store. This is right across from the sales desk.
During my short time on the island, I couldn't help but notice a few other points of literary interest.
If books and dogs are actually highly valued here, I can see why it was named the #2 place to live in America.
This display of books about Cuba was actually in Wildernest, an outdoor/camping/survival store. I assume they put this up after Obama made it easier for Americans to travel to Cuba, although Trump has since made it a little more difficult. Nevertheless, I am Cuban by marriage, so if all goes to plan, you'll be reading about my adventures in Cuba on here before long.
I did buy one book while I was on the island, A Permanent Guest's Illustrated Guide to Bainbridge Island by Sally Robison. However, I didn't buy it at the bookstore, but at an art gallery.

 You've lost track of how long you've been driving the rental car ever more north on Route 5. 

 The mountains, once distant, now seem to be enveloping you. Surely you must be closing in on the US-Canadian border.
 From the signs, you realize you're in Skagit County, a place you've only ever read of in Kerouac books. That means Desolation Peak is out there somewhere, but it's not accessible by road—Kerouac took a boat, horses, and mules to get there.
 The bizarre shapes nestled into the bottom of a mountain range that you've seen from miles out reveal themselves to be Vancouver's skyscrapers.
 They're equally as strange up close with their turquoise hue, but you assume that must be why William Gibson finds this place so comforting.
There's plenty to see in Vancouver, and in fact, you wish you had more time to take it all in.
You're feeling mesmerized just staring at the North Shore Mountains, nestled between the Pacific Ocean and the city.
But time is short, and you need to get back to the United States.













Nevertheless, there's always a little time for a bookstore, right? Chapters seems to be the Barnes & Noble of Canada. 
The store was massive, although the first floor was mostly non-books.


It may have been a chain bookstore, but I can safely say...
...this was the first time I ever encountered a section of books under the heading, "The World Needs More Canada."

This trip occurred in April 2015.
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You're reading this, so it's time to admit it: You’ve been one–a bookstore hobo. Lingering too long among shelves of books. Sitting between the aisles reading a book you know you don’t have the money to buy, and thinking to yourself, “Oh, if I could only stay here forever.” So why don't you read my novella The Bookstore Hobos? Published in the Eunoia Review, The Bookstore Hobos is the story of Zaid, who tries to live in a bookstore when he finds himself unemployed. His adventures will take him to New York City, where he must attempt to apply what he's read to the real world.
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Joseph Patrick Pascale - How to Get a Promotion When Your Boss Is Trying to Kill You (Accurate Accounts of Office Work: Book 1), a comic literary novel coming from Waldorf Publishing on September 1, 2018.



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