March 30, 2007

Just in from Fantagraphics: But I Like It, Joe Sacco; Castle Waiting, Linda Medley; Champs, Steven Weissman; Clouds Above, Jordan Crane; Escape From Special, Miss Lasko-Gross; Grave Robber's Daughter, Richard Sala; Heartbreak Soup, Gilbert Hernandez; In My Darkest Hour, Wilfred Santiago; Living & The Dead, Jason; Maggie The Mechanic, Jaimie Hernandez; Night Fisher, Kikuo Johnson; Peculia, Richard Sala; Quimby The Mouse, Chris Ware; Sandman Papers, Gaiman et al; and The Plot, by Will Eisner.

March 29, 2007

We had a swell time last week with Jen and Kate's poetry. Thanks to all those who dropped in. Tomorrow, we thought we'd try a little prose. Amy Eller Lewis and Cybele Collins will be reading their own fiction at 6pm. It should be fun. There'll be dry wine and salty things and old scratchy records beforehand. Please come.

March 21, 2007

I urge each of and all of you strangers (and friends of strangers) to go to the Cable Car Cinema(204 S. Main) tonight(9:30) for a memorial screening of the animated films of Helen Hill, presented by Magic Lantern( It's only a $5 donation, it's a worthy cause( and if you bring your own cup you get a free-fill of hot tea.

March 20, 2007

Direct from Portland, Oregon, a box of jewels from Clear Cut Press including: stories by Robert Gluck; essays by Charles D'Ambrosio; art by Michael Brophy; architecture by Lisa Robertson; poetry by Howard Robertson; and novels by Stacey Levine and Matt Briggs. The value and interest of these books is not only on the inside. They were designed to be easy on the eyes and in fact, they've already classed up the joint. (I feel like I should've worn a tie.) If you like your pudding proofed, then check out Clear Cut's website at your right. Or if you're in Ada's neighborhood, drop in and see them live. (The books, I mean, not the authors.)

March 17, 2007

Another shipment of new things, including the giant, the epic Ninja, by Brian Chippendale; the less voluminous but equally luminous Pig Tales, by Paper Rad; the first three issues of Cold Heat; the (nearly) wordless wonder Incanto, by Frank Santoro; the aptly-named Trenton Doyle Handbook, eponymous; the oddly-namedd 1-800-MICE, by Matthew Thurber; The Drips, by Taylor McKimens; and my personal pick, Why Are You Doing This?, by Jason. You may recognize that most of these titles come to us from PictureBox (linked on your right), who encourage you to order directly if you'd rather the postman walk through slush than you.

March 16, 2007

I guess it isn't good weather for poetry after all. Because of the drifts (and the worry that you won't want to brave them), The Publicity Complex has decided to postpone the first Ada Books poetry night. It will instead happen a week from today, same time, same snacks.
Today we're having poetry weather in Providence: our first genuine snow this winter. I have an excellent view of its pile-up through the wide vitrine that fronts Ada Books. But what does snow have to do with poetry? Nothing really, although I'm sure if I reached for (and opened up to the S's in) my Bartlett's, I'd find plenty of snowy lines to quote to you. In fact, were it a violent sun or a crumpling fog or a gently pelting hail, I'd still insist that it was poetry weather. Because tonight is the first in what I hope will be a long series of poetry nights, put together by The Publicity Complex. Kate Schapira will read from her Pheonix Memory and Jen Tynes will read from her freshly minted The End of Rude Handles. Jen Tynes also is the editor at horse less press, which she describes as a bare-bones, thin-skinned literary press housed in Providence, Rhode Island. We believe in the necessary absence of every articulated thing. All our publications are constructed by hand. So for the stalwart, the snowshod, those crazy about free verse and free wine, please come to the reading, tonight at 6pm.

March 12, 2007

This Friday, Ada Books presents the outloud poetry of Jen Tynes, author of The End of Rude Handles and Kate Schapira. It's going to happen at 6pm. It's free and there will be snacks.

March 6, 2007

Yesterday was the sixth monthiversary of Ada Books. There was no fanfare (unless you count my accidental tripping of the burglar alarm) and no tomfoolery (unless you count filling out tax forms) and nobody got (very) drunk. Boy, do I know how to throw a party! I'll make it up to me (and you, loyal blogfollower) in a half of a year, give or take an afternoon. Today's weather is better suited to hibernation than celebration. I question my sanity (not to mention my business acumen) for even unlocking the shop door on a day like this. Books would be the last thing on my mind right now, if I weren't surrounded by them, and so I don't imagine too many of you will be out looking for literature. It's okay. I understand. After all, I didn't even invite you to my party. Which I regret because I could have used some help with those tax forms.

March 2, 2007

The new books keep trickling in: DEAR DEAD PERSON AND OTHER STORIES BY Benjamin Weissman; HAUNTED HILLBILLY by Derek McCormack; HOW THE HULA GIRL SINGS by Joe Meno; IT DISAPPEARS by Nate Powell; A VOID by Georges Perec; EPILEPTIC by David B.; and GARNER by Kirstin Allio. Kirstin Allio is local talent, Providence patriots. She taught or teaches at Brown. For those of you who like to thumb up the books that some other person doesn't even want anymore (or the books that some other person is too dead to read anymore), I have recently taken in a couple of hundred orphans, mostly fiction, most of which found space on my shelves, books whose titles and authors I can't remember in any detail (so quickly do they blend in with the others) but titles and authors of note, rest assured, and taste. Here's something else that's new: I'll be open on Sunday this weekend, from noon till four.

March 1, 2007

Caketrain. Myopicbooks. Lastnight. I got there late and so I missed the wine and the cheese and the chat and I missed, I hate to say, some or much or most of William Walsh's poem Question: Can You Say Something Nice? It's all right though because after buying a copy of Caketrain 04, a finely-wrought literary journal, I was able to read what he had read before I got there and to reread what I could barely hear of what he read after I got there. William Walsh has a flair for poetry and I think he should share it with everyone, even if they aren't within arms' reach. Brian Evenson read us Dread which was brief and brilliant and brief. (My repetitions are not accidental but accentuational.) I quote, here, from it's penultimate paragraph: And when I finally felt well enough to climb out of the bed by myself and make my way, swaying, toward a reflective surface, by then it was already far too late. What frightened me was not how the man thrown back so little resembled me, but how he so greatly did. Matthew Derby read aloud from a novel he promised he'd have ready by the year 2014. This was the second time I'd heard from it (He read a fragment at AS220 for The Encyclopedia Project last Fall.) and on this evidence, I think we all (I'm including you, stranger.) hope that he finishes and publishes this novel much earlier; say, sometime before the next presidential election. If you require a teaser to get you excited enough to buy a copy of Caketrain 04 ( in order to read Derby's An Excerpt then you'll want to know that it concerns an extravagant prisoners work program, oil derricks in Nigeria, a drug-addled basket ball game and a dismembered (and curiously stacked) corpse. And dried cassava.