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You've Been Asking For Them ...

You've been asking for them, and we've been listening. New "Born to Read" t-shirts & onesies!
 

Oompa Loompa . . .

 

Listen to the Oompa Loompas’ song about Verucca Salt, sung by Diesel’s own Clare at the Corte Madera Library's Charlie and the Chocolate Factory Read-Aloud Marathon.

Reposted from the Marin County Free Library’s Facebook page.

Excitable Bookselling: On Helen MacDonald's H IS FOR HAWK

If you’ve been in the store the past week or so you’ve heard us gushing over Helen MacDonald’s tremendous new book, H is for Hawk. Brad at the Oakland store, in particular, has turned talking to people about the book into a mixed-martial-art submission move. He's a little excitable sometimes. In any event, we love seeing debut authors come out of the gate so strong, and are very excited to see the New York Times is slowly catching up with our level of enthusiasm. 

"Paste in the video! Paste in the video!" Brad is screeching. So, here goes:

 

Two Poems - Claudia Rankine & Amiri Baraka

Two harrowing poems, by two of our most important poets, Claudia Rankine and Amiri Baraka.

 

 

New Nick Hornby, Everybody!!

This week we received one of the year's most-anticipated new novels, Nick Hornby’s Funny Girl.  At this point we're still transitioning from anticipation to excitement.

Here he is, talking about it with the Atlantic. And here the book is available for you to order.

Best Bookseller Ever!

I'm on vocal record as being decidedly anti-uniform ... but I have to say if all the booksellers at Diesel wore this jacket, I might not complain. And, I should note, never with disdain! (Poster courtesy of Community Bookstore, and is available via Etsy.)

One-Star Reviews ... Five-Star Books

We’ve been itching to do this table display for a while. It is, we felt, time for One-Star Reviews … Five-Star Books. (Kudos to http://onestarbookreview.tumblr.com.)

Glory!

Posting this a week in advance of Martin Luther King Day so we can all get on the right page with the harmonies when we sing it together.

Cameo Appearance

Lookie there! James Patterson name-checked us in his lastest book, Hope to Die!

On "Triptych: Prayer/Protest/Peace"

I remember the day vividly: sitting in the stacks of the Cincinnati Public Library, my feet propped up, headphones on. I'd been self-educating myself in jazz the past year or so, and I was wading into the deeper waters of Max Roach's We Insist! album. And then “Triptych: Prayer/Protest/Peace” came on. With it, a whole new world of music, history, political protest, and possibility broke upon me — not bad for a nine-minute song with no recognizable words.

What I appreciated most about “Triptych” then, and still today, listening to it as I type these words, is how Abbey Lincoln so completely inhabits her lament and her anger . . . and maybe her sensuality as a whole. Her voice in this track, as it were, takes on physical form. Coupled with Roach’s drum especially, you’re thumped in the chest, first with her thumb, then her elbow; you see her chest heave, almost luridly; and you feel her breath inside your ear and against your neck. By the time the song ends, you’ve not so much “seen through her eyes,” as you’ve been seen, finally, by her. Oh, Abbey Lincoln . . . how we miss you.    -- Brad J. 

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