Amy McDaniel’s Collected Adult Lessons

Collected Adult Lessons
by Amy McDaniel
from 421 Press

Here collected are fourteen poems, three from Amy McDaniel’s original chapbook Selected Adult Lessons (Agnes Fox 2010) and eleven previously uncollected—all great. Presented in oversized size for easy reading, some of the poems are long and some are short. Sometimes the poems make their own jokes and, like in the Guided Meditation, sometimes they ask you to make the joke or for your best facts about animals.

Wait, what are your best facts about animals? Somehow I know that dogs are six times faster than I am.

I’m proud of this book because Amy let me help with the design, and all the elements of what makes a book a book were called into question and dealt with accordingly. For instance, since there are only fourteen poems we numbered the poems instead of the pages.

Check it out for $5 here.

Edward Mullany’s Figures for an Apocalypse

Figures for an Apocalypse
by Edward Mullany
from Publishing Genius

This book blows my mind. It is 200 pages of vsf, in which every story is essential. I have read it cover to cover many times in the last year, starting in August 2012 while camping with my family. It hasn’t changed much since then, but it still feels new every time.

I just flipped around in the book, pretending I’d just bought a copy and wanted to see what it was all about. I used the contents page (the TOC is 6 pages long) and just went to the stories that I thought would be the most interesting. I dabbled around that way.

Sometimes I’d come upon a story and think, like, Well, that story just seems whatever. For instance, the story on page 39 goes:

There was a telephone on a table in a hall.

It started ringing.
“Can you get that?” a woman called.

You know? I certainly think those are good sentences and the last word “called” in this context is interesting, but over the course of a 200 page book, the so-called “story” is not really all that compelling, right?

Then I looked at the title again, which is, “The Police” and I came to realize how much is being offered. Are the police calling? Is the woman and whoever she’s speaking to a cop? The police suggest a crisis. Like, my first thought was, maybe the police are there interviewing the woman about something, and she calls out to her husband, who is getting everyone coffee, to answer the phone. Maybe their child is missing and it’s the ransom guy. I don’t know! Don’t look at me! Look at the book!

Even Though I Don’t Miss You by Chelsea Martin

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Even Though I Don’t Miss You
by Chelsea Martin
from Short Flight/Long Drive

This book came with perfect timing, right as I’m about to get on the bus for a semi-long drive to NYC. It takes 3.5 hours. I figure I can read Chelsea’s book four times.

I think it will be kind of sad but also really funny.

The first time I ever saw anything about Chelsea Martin, she was putting condoms on her legs in a video. It was 2008. I have all her books. Her website is www.jerkethics.com.

We Were Giants by Christopher Bowen

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We Were Giants
by Christopher Bowen
from Sunnyoutside

This is a chapbook of microfiction. Like all Sunnyoutside books it is very beautiful. The author Christopher Bowen runs a chapbook press called Burning River and reading WWG I realized his own writing is similar to the writing he publishes. That makes sense. His writing, like Lydia Davis’s, is exacting and looks for profundity in the small quirks of language. This is from “The Knocking,” p11:

Bob was away like an instant message alert, online but nowhere near talking, selling things statewide, out of state and in general for the state of things at her mother’s house and because of Chelsea, the birth of Chelsea, and the unexpected cost of things.

But God is knocking at the door begging forgiveness for asking if she could spare a bill’s payment here or there to donate to the local church and the welfare shelter they have.

[This is the first post in my new series, BookFace, in which I write briefly about whatever book I happen to be holding in front of my face. Thanks to Caryn Lazzuri for pointing out this idea.]

The Weaklings (XL) by Dennis Cooper

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The Weaklings (XL)
by Dennis Cooper
from Sententia Books

Here in my hand I hold the new book of poetry by Dennis Cooper. It will be out from Sententia Books in December. I got to work with Dennis on the design of the book. The poems, unsurprisingly, are about how it’s hard to be a kid and get along in the world. Is Dennis Cooper the most sympathetic person in the world?

Quick Thoughts on the Penguin Random House Merger

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Hi, this post was in my drafts. For some reason I was too shy to post it. So it’s old news as of like February 20. So sue me.

Naturally Dennis Johnson has some dreadful things to say about the Penguin Random House merger, calling it “one of the most important publishing and cultural stories of our lifetime.” He points to the lack of coverage in the news as a big downplay, and the scandalous lack of government oversight as something that’s hard not to see as a conspiracy.

The first page of André Schiffrin’s The Business of Books discusses how, when Random House acquired AA Knopf in 1960, the DOJ started looking into the merger—until they realized that the combined companies would be worth only $15 million. Why’d they take an interest? Because it was front page news, which isn’t the case anymore (though the combined value of Penguin Random is $3 billion). Why is this Times article, about the US regulator’s approval of the merger, so short?

Johnson speculates that Penguin Random House will be putting out 50% of the literary fiction that makes it into bookstores. I’m like, “What are bookstores?” He also notes that the merger has shut down Penguin’s case against Amazon with that whole Agency Pricing thing for eBooks (which is an important but confusing subject—in a nutshell, Penguin and MacMillan were the last holdouts in a DOJ antitrust suit against the Big Six publishers and Apple for colluding to set prices on their ebooks, as a line of defense against Amazon).

There’s a lot to wring your hands over. But here’s an old (Nov 2012) NYTimes article by Adam Davidson that compares book publishing to the route of the envelope business—more mergers and consolidations. There were still be publishers, just like there are envelopes, but they will be produced by subsidiaries of larger companies that do other things. The crux:

it’s difficult to imagine how, in the digital world, publishers could ever monopolize the sale of written material. Even if there were only one house left, it would compete with every blogger and self-published e-book author. Eventually, it’s likely that book publishing will embody both conflicting visions of digital-age commerce — lots of small businesses and a few massive ones that handle big-ticket items.

That phrase “big-ticket items” reminds me of the way the music industry has reshaped itself around indie bands (you need Ticketmaster to see the Stones but just pay at the door at the cool bar down the street). In response, people who (try to) run small presses (try to) emulate indie rock’s business models somehow, or at least like to wonder why small press books can’t be as successful. Which, like, whatever.

I haven’t been worried about this, or even about the ways Amazon is reshaping publishing, because these huge shifts are nothing if not historical, and life goes on kinda okay maybe. But I’m feeling more and more like this is naïve. What are books, after all, if not one of the last best places that our ideas come from and go into? Oughtn’t we be concerned about who controls that, especially if 1) they only care about the bottom line, and 2) they aren’t even mothafuckin’ publishing companies?