Winter for the writer: Anne Carson and ancient blindness

While I was in Las Vegas last weekend I picked up a copy of Anne Carson’s first collection of poetry, Short Talks. The Brick Books edition has an introduction by Margaret Christakos, who clearly understands the breadth of Carson’s work. Christakos points out to the reader the themes of winter landscapes in Short Talks, the use of reflection and light as tropes and what those might have to do with snow and ice and growing up in Ontario, as Carson did. Continue reading


Cataloging Sur la Vipere

Things have been moving slowly at the shop. In a short time the place will be frantic for the New York Antiquarian Book Fair, packing and shipping and convincing somebody that they really do need an hors de commerce copy of the Cranach Press Elegies from the Castle of Duino – but for now it’s quiet. Continue reading

Too many books

My car is sitting in the driveway, and in my car are about 700 books. I won them at an online auction this week. Every time I look at them I do this kind of world weary smile and shake … Continue reading


Decades of cigarette smoke and cat piss

My new boss is the most lovable bastard. He is not, as one might think a used book store owner ought to be, sentimental or old-fashioned in any way. He doesn’t wax poetic about anything. Romantics and people with short … Continue reading