SFGate has a fantastic writeup of my friend Lewis’ new book, The Yellow-Lighted Bookshop. Just as John Masefield’s classic poem “Sea Fever” captures the ocean’s age-old call, Lewis Buzbee defines the equally seductive attraction of the bookstore. Whether a sea of books or a large body of water, the siren call that each exerts is […]
SFGate has a fantastic writeup of my friend Lewis’ new book, The Yellow-Lighted Bookshop.
Just as John Masefield’s classic poem “Sea Fever” captures the ocean’s age-old call, Lewis Buzbee defines the equally seductive attraction of the bookstore. Whether a sea of books or a large body of water, the siren call that each exerts is undeniable.
–Robert Walch, SFGAte
I’ll admit I haven’t read the book yet, it’s in my stack. I kind of want to get Lewis to autograph the thing first. But this book covers a lot of my old stomping grounds, Upstart Crow and Company in Campbell, Printers Inc. in Palo Alto; stores where my mother worked (She and Lewis were co workers, as well as life-long friends, and my mother is a key character in Lewis’ book).
I remember Lewis as the snide, intimidatingly funny almost-big-brother who used to go to rock concerts with us, who’d sit around smoking dope and playing trivial pursuit all night with my brother and I and my aunt. He was one of the people who made me want to be a writer, and one of the first people, outside the group of erotica writers I know, to whom I showed Wanton to; one of the people who told me that I wasn’t just a guy who could write hot porn, but that maybe I was actually as writer.
Here’s to Lewis, who’s been working for that dream since he was a teenager – the dream of being a writer. You’re there, man, and no two ways about it.
Looks like a cool book. I used to have some association with Graywolf Press back in my publishing world days. They’re a great small press operation–he’s in with one of the best, IMHO. Good for him.
Sounds yummy, KarlElvis… I’ll be sure to get me a copy.
i miss the upstart crow. I used to hang out there in high school (eek.) and its where I started drinking coffee.
HEY!ELVIS! IT’S UNCLE JOE,I MOVED TO FLORIDA FROM MY HOME ON TEN ACRES IN CADILLAC MI. I SENT YOU A PICTURE OF MY CREED SKULL WITH CROSSED BONES, I ALSO SAID I WAS GOING TO LEARN THE ART AND PUT OUT MY SKULL TO THE COLLECTORS WORLD.ONLY IF IT IS DEEMED WORTHY!THAT IS. WELL I MOVED TO LIVE AND WORK IN A SHIPYARD ON THE ST.JOHN’S RIVER JUST SOUTH OF J’VILLE, FOR A GREAT ENGINEER AND MACHINIST. I WORKED FOR HIM BEFORE I MOVED TO MI.HERE IN THIS BROKEN DOWN YARD FROM WW2,I LIVE RENT FREE IN AN AIR CONDITIONED CONNEX BOX,PANNELED,SAT.T.V. FOR 15. AN HOUR TO WELD AND DIVE,NOT AT THE SAME TIME,BUT WE ARE ABLE TO LIVE AND WORK HERE TO RESTORE THE CONCRETE HOLDING UP THE PEERS. I HAVE ACCESS TO ALL THE EQUIPMENT AND KNOWLEDGE I NEED TO ACCOMPLISH MY MISSON.”DIRTY UNCLE JOE’S” IS UP AND COMMING.YOU GET ONE OF MY FIRST BEST FOR FREE FOR THIS COOL SITE THAT TURNED ME ON TO THE STANDARD THAT INSPIRED ME TO CREATE MY OWN,I MUST ACHIEVE THE QUALITY OF CREED,DEADRINGER,AND CRAZYPIG. ONE LOVE,D.U.J.
MY LAST ENTRY SHOULD HAVE BEEN ON SKULL LUST.