Support Your Local Bookstore: IndieBound

9780143127550Since I admitted to selling some books through Amazon, I decided to honor local bookstores in another way by becoming an IndieBound affiliate. It’s like being an Amazon affiliate except the links bring you to a page that highlights your local bookstore or allows you to buy it online through their community. As an affiliate I get a small referral fee.

Late last year I read Celeste Ng’s beautiful book, Everything I Never Told You. It was actually one of the first audio books I have listened to. It’s a deeply felt, moving story of a family burdened by secrets and how relationships break, come together, and then break again. I highly recommend it, in print or as an audio book.

If you click the link to the book, you can buy it in print at your local bookstore or online.


899327638.0.mI’ve gone back to doing a bit of bookselling again through Amazon. I have mixed feelings being in league with the evil empire, but I comfort myself that at least I am not abusing their warehouse workers.
What I like about bookselling is that it means I am buying books (yard sales, discount stores, etc.) and thoughtfully evaluating them. I even keep some of them to read and give others away. There are worse ways to spend my time.
I also like that some of them end up with found objects inside. Yesterday I picked up a copy of Lawrence Ferlinghetti’s “A Coney Island of the Mind,” and found a couple of things with a woman’s name on them. One is a 2006 invoice to the “Radio Foundation”; it looks like she may have transcribed some things related to the “Bob and Ray” show. It also included the receipt from when she bought the book at the Atticus Bookstore in Amherst, MA in 2001 (along with a scholarly journal and two greeting cards). Finally, it included a nicely preserved maple leaf.
I looked her up. She’s a journalist of some distinction now, but the writer in me likes imagining the young woman buying the book, probably while she was in college, then a few years later finally getting to reading it while she juggled some freelance work. One minute she’s reading “Junkman’s Obbligato” and the next minute she’s putting her earphones back on, listening to Bob and Ray–maybe one of their “Biff Burns, Sportscaster” bits.
Maybe she then took a day off, hiked in the woods where she sat and read more, picked up a maple leaf, and tucked it into the book, preserving it for someone like me to come along years later and find it.

Exit Glacier, from American Life in Poetry

41v1g3LottL._SX331_BO1,204,203,200_If you don’t subscribe to American Life in Poetry, I suggest you do. You get a wonderful poem each week, with brief remarks from Ted Kooser, the former United States Poet Laureate.

American Life in Poetry: Column 719


The glaciers that flattened my part of the world made their exit eons ago, but in Alaska, where Peggy Shumaker lives and writes, they’re just now beginning to turn back. Only deep in a Nebraska snowbank can you shovel your way into the blue she describes at the end of this poem, from her new and selected poems, Cairn, from Red Hen Press.


Exit Glacier

When we got close enough
we could hear

rivers inside the ice
heaving splits

the groaning of a ledge
about to

calve. Strewn in the moraine
fresh moose sign—
tawny oblong pellets
breaking up

sharp black shale. In one breath
ice and air—

history, the record
of breaking—

prophecy, the warning
of what’s yet to break

out from under
four stories

of bone-crushing turquoise


We do not accept unsolicited manuscripts. American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation, publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska, Lincoln. Poem copyright ©2018 by Peggy Shumaker, “Exit Glacier,” from Cairn: New and Selected, (Red Hen Press, 2018). Poem reprinted by permission of Peggy Shumaker and the publisher. Introduction copyright ©2018 by The Poetry Foundation. The introduction’s author, Ted Kooser, served as United States Poet Laureate Consultant in Poetry to the Library of Congress from 2004-2006.

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I’ve now been self-employed (again) for a year. It has been productive. I’ve had client work that I’ve enjoyed, I am back in the classroom teaching a graduate seminar in book publishing, and I am claiming back some of the time I gave up to a job and commute that often took me 12 hours a day. I am working hard still, but in the kinds of bursts and lulls that come with consulting. I have weeks when I simply don’t stop and weeks when I can mingle my work with things that need to be done at home and close to home. Today I will work into the afternoon and then rake some leaves.

One thing I have been striving to regain is certain routines. For two years (November 2014 to November 2016) I wrote nearly every day–an hour or more each weekday morning and two hours or more each weekend morning. I finished a novel that had been idling for three years and I wrote 20 short stories, five of which have been published.

Then election day happened and I have hardly written since.

So this is a good time to get back to it, don’t you think?

Site Updates

roadishI have been very slow blogging lately. I started a piece that only is getting longer and longer, which means it is terrible and unlikely to ever see the light of day.

In the meantime, I find myself looking for new work, as I am leaving the MIT Press after a great 5.5 years as Director of Technology. It’s likely I will do some consulting as I conduct the job search (and feel free to contact me on either front!).

I added a working copy of my resume and began the somewhat tedious process of compiling a list of my publications (that probably sounds boastful, but the key word is “tedious” and not “publications”). I had my first magazine byline in or around 1984. I am not sure I even have a print copy of that anymore. It is interesting that some publications have essentially no digital archive outside of the library systems such as EBSCOhost. I was delighted to find others that have excellent ones but that only go back so far. I will keep working on it. Parts of it are fun–I forgot some things that I wrote even in the not-too-distant past.