November 27, 2007

Sam White (that's him on the left) and David Blair will wring words from Ada's ether this Saturday, December 1, at 6pm. Wines and nuts and cookies and cheeses will be there, that is, here, and I expect you to be here too, Stranger. In fact, I'm going to insist upon it. That's just the sort of mood I'm in. Insistant. The spoken words will be free but the written ones are strictly cash and carry. I'll be seeing you. (Perhaps I'll get drunk and sing you a song.)

November 23, 2007

Here are some recent arrivals at Ada Books, catagorized for your protection. Graphic Novels: Glacial Period, Nicolas De Crecy; Maybe Later, Philippe Dupuy & Charles Berberian; Maggots, Brian Chippendale; New Engineering, Yuichi Yokoyama; Storeyville, Frank Santoro; The Aviary, Jamie Tanner; Berlin: City of Stones, Book One, Jason Lutes; Tales from the Farm, Jeff Lemire. Novels and Not-Novels: Zeroville, Steve Erickson; The Portable Athiest, Christopher Hitchens, ed.; Unmarketable, Anne Elizabeth Moore; The Book of Other People, Zadie Smith, ed. Poetry: Tuesday; An Art Project, Volume 2.

November 19, 2007

Last Saturday, as I'd warned you, Ada Books was privileged to host a couple of fine poets (Whitbeck and Cohen) who agreed to do their thing aloud and in front of everybody. Among that everybody sat a cavalcade (OED defines cavalcade thusly: 1. A march or raid on horseback; 2. A procession on horseback, esp. on a festive or solemn occasion. I admit, I saw no horses that night.) of new American talant including John Cotter, Elisa Gabbert, Chris Tonelli, Mathias (I believe) Svalina and Justin Marks. Justin, head honcho of Kitchen Press, endowed the shop with a selection of his chapbooks. And here they are, elegantly arranged, awaiting just one glance, one thumbed rub, one passionate nod of like mind from you, Stranger. Please, don't snub these gut-wrought words.

November 11, 2007

Is it National Poetry Month? It feels like it at Ada Books. It feels, in fact, like we're made from poetry; like poetry is the bones beneath our bones. I'm speaking collectively and possibly agrammatically. Not to mention melodramitically. That's what happens when one huffs poetry. And it could happen to you, too, if you'll let it. Not that I dispense the stuff. I leave that to the experts. Experts like Caroline Whitbeck, (Our Classical Heritage) and Julia Cohen (If Fire, Arrival), who'll read their words outloud (and perhaps communicate an ominous undertext with their minds) here, this Saturday, at 6pm. It's free and we'll have the usual assortment of humble wines and modest snacks. This makes our third engagement in just two weeks and so, if you can imagine me as king and imagine Ada Books as a small country, then perhaps you can imagine me proclaiming that it is indeed National Poetry Month; here, if nowhere else. Word of warning: I haven't had the time to print my own currency yet so please bring American dollars if you want to buy anything.

November 5, 2007

This Saturday, the 10th of November, at 6pm, here at Ada Books, in Providence, Rhode Island; I, Brent Legault, chief debt-holder (and glad-hander) at the formerly mentioned literary establishment, along with Kate Schapira, poet-roper extraordinaire and mastermind behind The Publicly Complex Reading Series, present: Poetry, A Night Of. Starring Sarah Lang, who recently fabricated The Work Of Days (Coach House Press) and Jess Mynes, curator of fewer & further, among other things. As their poetry fills your mind and elsewhere, allow our wine, etcetera to fill your snack organs. And it's all free, Stranger!