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An Introduction to Fortune Telling

  • Posted on: 28 December 2013
  • By: readersbooks

My pal Audrey, who works
hand in glove with the astrology community here in Sonoma, has told me
that while this past year was turbulent for many folks, the coming year
is slated to be an even wilder ride. Lots of change, lots of tumult,
some good, some not so good, she is predicting. Hold onto your hats.

And she's right, in the
large sense, at least. The stars don't lie. Why would they? Most
certainly there will be change: famous and not so famous people will
die, some of them in strange and sudden ways, and others will be chosen
to replace them as pop heroes or nobodies, all depending. There will be
coups and revolutions, and the planet will suffer droughts and
hurricanes and tornadoes. There will be a bumper crop of (take your
pick) wheat, corn, sugar, rice, coffee, cocoa, soy beans. And, on the
downside, somewhere in this world there will be an utter devastation in
one or more of the above commodities. In the midst of smoke and war,
people will still smile and laugh and find time to fall in love, and of
course babies will be born out of all of this-- wonderful, pink, black,
brown, yellow, adorable, brilliant, precocious babies (are there any
other kind?).

Years ago, when I lived in
New England, the idea that I knew folks who made a living charting the
movements of stars and extrapolating what the future will look like
tomorrow, well, let me tell you, those rational ladies and gentlemen
would harrumph me out of town if I ever said something as unscientific
like that. And they are right, too. God doesn't shoot dice, and I would
probably not be alive today if I lived by superstition alone, if I
didn't take my pills when I was sick, if I refused to pay attention to
the lesson learned by touching a hot stove.

And I would also be remiss
if I paid no heed to the wisdom of stories and great literature. I don't
know whether I would have died earlier, but surely my life would be
greatly diminished, worth little or nothing. What I'm trying to say is,
if you believe in astrology, it's okay. And if you believe in science,
fine. And if you believe in anything at all you're better off than those
poor souls who have nothing but their wallets and credit cards to cling
to.   Me, I believe in every bit of it--words and science and stars and
myth and music; it's what makes my world go round; it keeps things
vibrant and beautiful.

Let me be the first then to
wish you all a happy and sane 2014. It's right around the corner.  And
unless something goes dreadfully wrong in the physical universe between
now and then you can bet on it, just like the next hurricane or the next
love affair.


  • Posted on: 14 December 2013
  • By: readersbooks

We've raised enough money to install a lovely bronze plaque in the Reading Garden in honor of our dear, departed friend, Reva Metzger, who was so instrumental in its creation. Reva loved art and literature and beauty.  Even more to the point, she loved independent bookstores like ours, and was determined to do something tangible to see that we were an enduring presence in this town.  Reva organized, schmoozed and wrangled an intrepid band of our customers and friends into building the Reading Garden.  Without her heroic efforts our back yard would still be a desolate patch of mud and weeds.  Now it's an elegant space with a gurgling fountain and flowers;  and as long as Readers' Books is still around, it's open to the public to enjoy. Next time you're in, we invite you to step into the Reading Garden and look at Reva's plaque.  We think it speaks to who she was and what she cared so much about, and we're proud that we got to spend a little time with her on this earth. 

Hi Ho, Hi Ho.

  • Posted on: 14 December 2013
  • By: readersbooks

If you're like me (and I can't imagine you are) then about now you're fretting over the future of work. Work is something I've largely taken for granted all these years, perhaps because when I was young my mother was always creating strange and onerous tasks I could do to obtain my allowance, and now at the bookstore it is just a given. I have no need for schedules: every day I get up, put my pants on, and go to work. Then, when I feel like I've done enough damage-usually after 8 or 10 hours-I turn around, go home, and collapse. For me, at least, it's simple. I have work, or the illusion of work, which keeps me happy and provides something useful to the public in return.   


But for many others I know it isn't simple at all. They struggle to find enough work to fill their days, something that will pay the rent and put food on the table. Never mind about "meaningful" work; it doesn't matter that you have a master's degree in economics or mass communications. No, what counts is you're fast at bagging groceries or blowing leaves off golf courses. This isn't to demean those jobs; someone has to do them and I suppose one can glean a certain amount of pride in a job--any job--well done. I get that. In fact, some of the best moments I have at the bookstore involve taking out the trash or sweeping up the Reading Garden. But we seem to be edging closer and closer to a brave new time in which there simply isn't enough work to go around. Then what?


Jeremy Rifkin probed this phenomenon years ago in his book, The End of Work. Automation was not nearly at the flood stage that it is today, and Rifkin envisioned a world in which, although many fewer people had traditional jobs, lots of other folks could find satisfaction doing social good--planting forests, picking up litter, caring for the elderly, being foster parents, etc. These activities would have to be funded by governmental agencies, naturally, because the chief element of capitalism--profit--would likely be missing. Of course, the doers in society would have to acquiesce in this arrangement, because they would be taxed more heavily in order to afford this caring society, which, when you think about it, looks an awful lot like Sweden.


Maybe we're headed that way, but it would require a lot more Americans to get along with one another than there are at the moment. We'd all have to wake up one day and acknowledge what we have in common, which is tricky in a place where so many people are so estranged, where there are so many different drummers on cable TV and the internet, where ethnicity and gender and sexual orientation are all over the map.

Personally, I have no problem being Swedish. But then I'm one of the lucky ones. I have a job.


What I Mean by Luck

  • Posted on: 30 November 2013
  • By: readersbooks

I'm writing a day before Thanksgiving because this is when time gets short and people get frantic; all at once there's a grocery list as long as your arm, and the house, which was just fine before, suddenly needs cleaning in the worst way. But I thought I'd write this because I don't want to think about basting turkeys or mashing potatoes or setting up extra folding chairs for people I hardly know. That's all well and good, but the real purpose, the whole point of Thanksgiving, is to remember how lucky we are.


The truth is, we Americans have always enjoyed an extra helping of good fortune. For most of our history, we've been protected by two oceans, there's been an abundance of fertile land and clean water, and while we've had difficulties now and then (the Civil War comes to mind), we've also managed to reason through a lot of issues--stuff many older countries are still grappling with. We're still a work in progress, of course, and there are many unseen twists and turns in the road ahead. But if you think about the broad arc of America's past, we've done some amazing things since those brooding pilgrims first sat down to dinner long ago.


I remember my dad talking about the first time he ever looked up and saw a plane in the sky over Manhattan, or the first time he ever heard a human voice on a telephone. How stunned he was. And I think about how my own world has changed immeasurably even from when I was a boy--before integration, before birth control, before rock 'n roll, before computers and the internet and iphones, before space travel and robots and drones, before artificial hips and heart transplants, before they cracked the genetic code. And God only knows what it will look like in another fifty years.


With so much change in our midst, it's hard sometimes to give ourselves breathing room, to sit back and notice all the quiet good that still happens on a daily basis. That's what Thanksgiving is for me, at least, a time to take a breath, to put aside the noise and just bask for a while in the warm, peaceful glow of friends and loved ones. To me, this is better than winning any lottery you can name. 


John McReynolds' Stone Edge Farm Cookbook

  • Posted on: 25 November 2013
  • By: readersbooks

Looking for an excellent cookbook? Need a local present? Look no further than this new cookbook from a very talented local chef! 

Stone Edge Farm Cookbook, is a work long in the making, and we congratulate our good friend, chef John McReynolds. Lilla and I still recall his sweet potato pancakes since the early days at Readers' when John worked next door at Bonito (now the site of Della Santina's). This cookbook features fabulous dishes and pairs up nicely with Stone Edge Winery's bold reds and whites. I  swear that I've never had a bad meal at the hands of John McReynolds, and if you follow his instructions, neither will you.

If you'd like a copy of this book, get in touch with us! We have some copies in the store and we're sure you'll enjoy everything about this book. This book only has a small printing, so get your copy soon so you don't have to wait for the reprint!

Whatcha gonna do, baby?

  • Posted on: 23 November 2013
  • By: readersbooks

My friend Gwen Gallagher couldn't help but comment on the synchronicity of our upcoming birthday. How perfect, she wrote-- your special day coincides with the birthday of Mark Twain. And of course, it is perfect, kinda. I mean, how could we disagree? Although on second thought, I have to say that while Mark Twain had many fine qualities, he was also an intolerable yenta (you need only look at the two enormous volumes of his collected writings to know he never kept a single solitary thought to himself). I haven't read these books, and probably won't, not because they aren't funny and filled with brilliant observations, but because the fact is, Mark Twain just isn't writing much anymore. They're still reprinting him, but what counts in this dog-eat-dog world is not so much what you've done but what you've done lately, and truth be told, about all he's done for the last century is push up a whole passel of daisies.


My other reason for not waxing poetic about our joint birthday is more technical: Readers' Books, you see, opened on the day after Thanksgiving in 1991. I don't recall the precise date, but we've always marked it as right after Thanksgiving. And since Thanksgiving slides around like Jello every November it could be anywhere from the 22nd to the 30th. Our birthday depends, in other words.


Also, I looked it up, and it turns out there are a number of luminaries born on our supposed birthday. Winston Churchill, for example, and Jonathan Swift, who gave us Gulliver's Travels and other scathing satires. I don't know what that suggests about Readers' Books (That we are noble and witty? That we intend to fight them on the beaches? That we shall never surrender?), any more than I know what to make of the fact that Allan Sherman ("Hello Mudda, Hello Fadda") made his grand entrance on that day as well.


I have a friend in LA who was born on Hitler's birthday, but he doesn't get his knickers all in a twist because of it. He doesn't celebrate the coincidence, to be sure, but it's certainly no stain on his character, either. And when I checked my own birthday, I learned that, with the exception of Bill Irwin the clown, no one of any consequence was born that day. No great jazz musicians, no fabulous writers, nobody. Oh well.


The fact is, birth is random. You have no control over your mother and when she decides to show up at the hospital. It's what you do with your life afterwards that matters.


Jude's Holiday Recommendations

  • Posted on: 23 November 2013
  • By: readersbooks

On November 21st, Jude Sales delievered her annual AAUW holiday recommendations book talk. For anyone who wants to know the best books of this holiday season, here is Jude's complete list. Happy reading!

Fiction  hardcover

The Goldfinch—Donna Tartt

The Luminaries—Eleanor Caton

Longbourne—Jo Baker

Someone—Alice McDermott

The Circle—Dave Eggers

Enon—Paul Harding

The Lowland—Jhumpa Lahiri

Archangel—Andrea Barrett

Signature of all Things—Elizabeth Gilbert


Fiction paperback

The Dinner—Herman Koch

The Round House—Louise Erdrich

The Death of Bees—Lisa O’Donnell

Telegraph Avenue—Michael Chabon

The President’s Hat—Antoine Laurain

Harvest—Jim Crace

Dear Life—Alice Munro

John Saturnall’s  Feast—Lawerence Norfolk

Monument Road—Charlie Quimby

Non Fiction hardcover

Bully Pulpit—Doris Kearnes Goodwin

Book of Ages—Jill Lepore

One Summer, America 1927—Bill Bryson

Jack London, An American Life—Earle Labor

Junipero Serra—Steven W. Hackel

This is the Story of a Happy Marriage—Ann Patchett

Miss Anne in Harlem—Carla Kaplan

Empress, Dowager Cixi—Jung Chang

Falling Upwards—Richard Holmes


Non Fiction paperback

A History of the World in 100 Objects—Neil MacGregor

The End of Your Life Book Club—Will Schwalbe

The Patriarch—David Nasaw

Imperfect Harmony—Stacey Horn

All We Know—Lisa Cohen

Far From the Tree—Andrew Solomon

Lady Caterine, The Earl and the Real Downton Abbey—The Countess of Carnarvon

The Distancers—Lee Sandlin

Agatha Christie The Grand Tour—Mathew Pritchard ed.

Thinking—John Brockman ed.



Stone Edge Farm Cookbook—John McReynolds

Ottolenghi, The Cookbook—Ottolenghi and Tamimi

The Model Bakery Cookbook—Mitchell and Mitchell-Hansen

The Kinfolk Table—Nathan Williams

One Good Dish—David Tanis

The New California Wine—Jon Bonne

Mastering Fermentation—Mary Karlin

Sauces and Shapes—DeVita and Fant

Provence 1970—Luke Barr


Gift Books

Compendium of Collective Nouns—Woop Studios

Verve the Sound of America—Richard Havers

Sense and Sensibility, An Annotated Editon—Jane Austen

Emily Dickinson The Gorgeous Nothing—Werner Bervin

Lonely Planet’s Beautiful World

Diary of Edward the Hamster 1990-1990—Elia and Elia

Numero—Marion Bataille

Go—Chip Kidd

Freehand—Helen Birch


Children’s Picture Books

The Bear’s Song—Benjamin Chaud

The Silver Button—Bob Graham

The Tortoise and The Hare—Jerry Pickney

Captain Cat—Inga Moore

How to Train a Train—Jason Carter Eaton

Journey—Aaron Becker

Ike’s Incredible Ink—Brianne Farley

A Moose That Says Moooooooooo—Jennifer Hamburg


Middle Grade Fiction

Flora and Ulysses—Kate DiCamillo

Fortunately the Milk—Neil Gaiman

Wild Boy—Rob Lloyd Jones

Will in Scarlet—Matthew Cody

The Twistrose Key—Tone Almhjell


Young Adult Fiction

Reboot—Amy Tintera

The Paradox of Vertical Flight—Emil Ostrovski

Every Day—David Levtihan

Boy 21—Matthew Quick

The Extra—Kathryn Lasky