Saturday, July 10, 2010
I ate my hat
After complaining about the unilaterally sucky poetry selection in my local bookstores (in a comment on my last post), I stopped into the Brookline Booksmith last night to escape the heat. And by jove, by gum, the poetry selection wasn't half bad! It wasn't terrific, mind you, but it was noticeably and significantly better than it's ever been before -- they must have a new poetry buyer or something. I saw 10-20 books by poets or small/indie presses I like. To show my support of its recent foray into not sucking, I bought a book: Shoulder Season by Ange Mlinko. I also picked up three used books: Or to Begin Again by Ann Lauterbach, The Red Bird by Joyelle McSweeney, and The Year of Magical Thinking (Didion). I'd offer the receipt to some prospective Tin House submitter, but it's got my name on it, so.