It’s that time of the year when authors emerge from their winter caves, blink heavily at all this bright light, and then stumble down to their local bookstore. In the last few days, we’ve had a non-stop cavalcade of authors coming through and putting their ink-stained fingers all over their books.
[But not Mark. We sent him off to Canada for the weekend so that he wouldn’t get all fussy about other authors being in the store. So temperamental, that one. We told him not to come back until he finished writing a book, and we thought he’d be gone longer, but apparently the days are longer or the fishing is better or something other thing that is conducive to writers getting words on the page. Whatever it is, Canada should bottle it and sell it.]
Anyway, Karen Harbaugh was here. Dave Bara was here. Patrick Swenson was here. Brandy L. Rivers dropped by—twice, in fact. Kimberly Derting came by the other morning to sign copies of The Countdown, her new book (and the last one in The Taking Trilogy). That’s pretty cool for lil ole Sumner, WA.
You know what’s also cool for Sumner? Our coloring event. We’re having one tonight, in fact. It’s number five in our on-going Things To Do At A Bookstore That Are More Than Just Reading series. (Is that a Thing? It’s totally a Thing. We’re making it a Thing!) And, at the beginning of June, we’ll be gathering here again for Campfire Bookclub, where we’ll be roasting marshmallows and toasting the end of society as we know it, er, discussing J. G. Ballard’s High-Rise.
But enough of things that aren’t about reading, let’s get to the books. In fact, we haven’t let the books speak for themselves for awhile, and so here is another round of Book Speed Dating.
“The intricate way that the fundamental laws of physics work together to create and sustain the overarching structure of the universe, responsible for our very existence, seems like magic—not unlike how the bare bones of music theory has given rise to everything from “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” to Coltrane’s Interstellar Space. By using an interdisciplinary focus, inspired by three great minds (John Coltrane, Albert Einstein, and Pythagoras), we can begin to see that the “magical” behavior of the blossoming cosmos is based in music.”
The Jazz of Physics is the sort of book that feels like it’s going to be one of those dates that go on forever, but five minutes in, it says something remarkable, and you suddenly have no plans for the rest of the evening because there is more where that came from.
“That afternoon I took the Reader to see the Memory of Johnny Appleseed. We left right after school on my customized Bicycle Built For Two, the Reader on the backseat and me on the front. We pedaled through the paragraphs of downtown and across Highway Five to the dead groves near the west margin, where I figured we’d find the Memory planting stories in the soil.”
Sometimes you think you’re speaking the same language as your date, and other times, you realize that isn’t entirely true, but you totally understand what they’re saying anyway. Until you start to think about it, and that’s when your brain starts to melt. In a good way. Like a rich desert. That's what Golden Delicious is like.
“It’s a strange thing to wake up not knowing who you are.”
Fellside, the sequel to last year’s The Girl With All the Gifts, shows up promptly, dangles a hook in front of you, grabs your hand, and whisks you away for a night of fun and adventure. What’s not to like about that?
“This is a book that will talk about fire and meat.”
We can kind of be done right there, right? What’s not to love about fire and meat. But okay, okay, let’s not be too hasty.
“I believe smoking meat on a coal-fire masonry pit makes the best barbecue there is. . . . This book is going to show you how to do that at a level that will make your neighbors weep with admiration and envy, like mine do.”
Okay, okay, so Myron Mixon thinks he know what he's talking about, and sometimes that can totally be off-putting, but fire and meat? Yeah, I think we’ll nod along, and wait for the BBQ to come out.
Because, yes, ordering and eating BBQ is just like picking out and reading a book. Except with more napkins.