Monday, April 21, 2014

Dad in About Time can time travel and he uses his ability to read and reread everything. Smart, smart man.

greenlightbklyn:

P means Plath means poems about bees because she’s brooding and stung. P also means National Alphapoetic Month. This is the last stanza of a poem called “Stings” and you can find it in Ariel, which is probably Plath’s greatest collection. Pick one up here: http://bit.ly/19mJY9o

Yes.

Excellent first-date banter.

If you have an Amazon Kindle account you can buy John Brockman’s This Explains Everything today (only) for $1.99.
To recap: Everything, explained, for $1.99.

If you have an Amazon Kindle account you can buy John Brockman’s This Explains Everything today (only) for $1.99.

To recap: Everything, explained, for $1.99.

Sunday, April 20, 2014

cloudunbound:

The Internet is a many splendored thing for these rarely seen and now colorized photos of Zora Neale Hurston.

Zora!

Saturday, April 19, 2014

joshuanguyen:

Hello Saturday

Today is a good day to love.

Friday, April 18, 2014

Night Vale Episode #49 Live in NYC

happierman:

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We’re playing The Town Hall in midtown Manhattan, y’all! We’re going to have Cecil Baldwin and Disparition and a lot (a lot!, he says again) of special guest voices (some old, some new!)

This will be a live performance of Episode 49 (our 2nd anniversary episode) and will be a one night only event. While the recording will be put out into the world, we will not perform this script live again. 

The show is at 7pm on Wed, June 4 at The Town Hall - 123 W 43rd St, NYC

Tickets go on sale to the public tomorrow (Friday, April 18 at noon). Here is that link: http://www.ticketmaster.com/event/03004C89FF13E460

See you there!

Yessssssss.

We jokingly referred to these as Avocado Editions (the California version of our Olives) but it is serious business how sick this box set is. Like, I’ve-considered-booking-a-flight-to-California sick.
California Bookstore Day, May 3rd. Find out where you can get this here.

We jokingly referred to these as Avocado Editions (the California version of our Olives) but it is serious business how sick this box set is. Like, I’ve-considered-booking-a-flight-to-California sick.

California Bookstore Day, May 3rd. Find out where you can get this here.

Thursday, April 17, 2014
harperbooks:

I went upstairs to visit our first edition of Gabriel Garcia Márquez’s One Hundred Years of Solitude. Happy birthday, sir.

Back when I used to work at Harper I visited often. This was from a little over two years ago.
Mary told me while I was shuffling through a file cabinet on another floor. We’re moving soon, see, and all of the files crammed into cabinets lining our hallways need to be sorted, claimed, and possibly archived. I was thumbing through press clips from Charles Bukowski and John Fante’s books, newsprint that someone had cut out and pasted onto copy paper, now brittle and floating free of the dried-up adhesive. Her voice was tight.
This is an imprint, the news about his illness had hit weeks ago, we knew this was coming. But it still hurts. You can never be prepared for this kind of thing, and you’ll end up crying over all that we have left: their words, their history. I closed the drawer on Bukowski and Fante and rested my forehead on the cool metal. The world had just become a little…less.
In the flurry of the news a demand will surge. People will share their stories, how Gabo’s beautiful words touched their hearts and changed their lives. Some will scurry to find out more about this author they just heard about and others will grasp into this new void for all that they have left, adding to private collections or pressing old favorites into the hands of friends. It’s funny how we have to do business, take a moment for ourselves but then focus on getting books out the door. The world is in mourning and this is what they need.
It’ll hit us later, after we’ve finished filing and closed out of our inboxes. We’ll become overwhelmed with sadness and yearning and a little bit of hatred toward whoever/whatever did this, took him from us. But then we’ll be able to turn to his books.
We’ll be able to feel the magic again.
We’ll read.

harperbooks:

I went upstairs to visit our first edition of Gabriel Garcia Márquez’s One Hundred Years of Solitude. Happy birthday, sir.

Back when I used to work at Harper I visited often. This was from a little over two years ago.

Mary told me while I was shuffling through a file cabinet on another floor. We’re moving soon, see, and all of the files crammed into cabinets lining our hallways need to be sorted, claimed, and possibly archived. I was thumbing through press clips from Charles Bukowski and John Fante’s books, newsprint that someone had cut out and pasted onto copy paper, now brittle and floating free of the dried-up adhesive. Her voice was tight.

This is an imprint, the news about his illness had hit weeks ago, we knew this was coming. But it still hurts. You can never be prepared for this kind of thing, and you’ll end up crying over all that we have left: their words, their history. I closed the drawer on Bukowski and Fante and rested my forehead on the cool metal. The world had just become a little…less.

In the flurry of the news a demand will surge. People will share their stories, how Gabo’s beautiful words touched their hearts and changed their lives. Some will scurry to find out more about this author they just heard about and others will grasp into this new void for all that they have left, adding to private collections or pressing old favorites into the hands of friends. It’s funny how we have to do business, take a moment for ourselves but then focus on getting books out the door. The world is in mourning and this is what they need.

It’ll hit us later, after we’ve finished filing and closed out of our inboxes. We’ll become overwhelmed with sadness and yearning and a little bit of hatred toward whoever/whatever did this, took him from us. But then we’ll be able to turn to his books.

We’ll be able to feel the magic again.

We’ll read.

Harvey Araton’s When the Garden Was Eden has been made into a documentary directed by Michael Rapaport! It premieres at the Tribeca Film Festival tonight (with some screenings on Saturday as well), but don’t worry, it’ll be broadcast on ESPN in the fall.
As an extra treat for all of you Knickerbockers fans (or haters, I see you), we’ve reduced the price of the ebook to $2.99!

Harvey Araton’s When the Garden Was Eden has been made into a documentary directed by Michael Rapaport! It premieres at the Tribeca Film Festival tonight (with some screenings on Saturday as well), but don’t worry, it’ll be broadcast on ESPN in the fall.

As an extra treat for all of you Knickerbockers fans (or haters, I see you), we’ve reduced the price of the ebook to $2.99!