Metropolitan Books
2024
daydreaming w/ Bob Arnold
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Doubleday, 2024
Every book by Barry is much
worth your late nights ~
you'll see this new novel ends
like a Leonard Cohen song
From the publisher:
For more than four decades, Peter Miller has run a design bookshop that shares his name in Seattle. He has also written three of his own books, manuals about cooking and about food and about eating together. In this love letter to his day job, Miller writes for the first time about his other love: shopkeeping.
Miller crafts stories from the bookshop floor with wry humor and skillful storytelling. Readers are taken on a shopkeeping journey and will come to understand along the way that small shops characterize our towns and cities, making them unique, special and worth visiting and living near. This essay collection is for shop lovers everywhere and captures the art and heart of running a local shop treasured by the community that surrounds it. By the end, you can’t help wanting to own a shop.
PRINCETON ARCHITECTURAL PRESS
2024
D E C E M B E R 2 0 2 4
Willie Nelson long ago speaking about
a way of music, and music is often
applied many ways
The Optimism of French Toast
No matter how many years since
the first bite passed my lips, that business
of eggs and day-old bread, ribbon of syrup,
fireflies of butter sparking my tongue's buds,
I think of my Arcadian ancestors
landing on the shores of Nova Scotia, dragging
logs from the deep woods, fashioning windows,
hanging laundry from two oars dug into sand —
the flags of domesticity flayed by the wind.
I see the fruits of their labor rise up
from the marshes: beets, parsnips, cabbages
and corn, and the wheat they ground
to powder and baked into bread.
And the chicken shook out egg after egg
we broke into shallow bowls, beat
with a spoon, each thick slice dipped
into that loom of albumen, chalazae and yolk,
then laid on a scrim of grease in the pan
where it sizzled its solitary song.
How could these French be
considered a scrouge, their houses
burned to the ground they had worked,
forced to take the tangled circuity
of dirt roads with nothing but what
they could carry on their backs? No time
for funerals, no place to go. And yet
here I am at my kitchen table listening
to Clifton Chenier on the radio, daughter
of a people who refused to die: sacks
of wheat on their shoulders, spoon
in a belt loop, sugar sprinkled in a pant cuff,
a sleeping chicken hidden under a coat.
____________________
Dorianne Laux
Life on Earth
Norton, 2024