In praise of used books

I have spoken on you of how I used to frequent a store nearby, in Mountain View (“Book Buyers“), and how they relocated away a few years ago (more recently, they shut down that location, and sold of inventory to Powell’s in Portland).

Well, I was overjoyed to stumble across another used books store, in Menlo Park, Feldman’s Books !!

Books in nooks, or nooks in books?

It is similar, and while smaller in size, better in other ways.

The music section has an old piano to play on. There are chairs scattered throughout to sit and browse on. The children’s section is smaller, but has a soft floor and coloring sheets.

I will be back, and will hope it stays open as long as possible.

Unix blues

From the foreword to “The Unix Haters Handbook” by Donald Norman, author of previous works like “The Trouble with Unix: The User Interface is Horrid“, and “The Design of Everyday Things“, and a fellow at Apple and IDEO.

(Narrator: “… the book didn’t kill Unix …”)

Eulogy for a bookstore

I moved to Mountain View in 2010.

At that time, there were plenty of bookstores within a 10 mile radius:

  1. Borders in Mountain View
  2. Borders in Palo Alto
  3. Barnes and Noble in San Jose
  4. Books Inc in Mountain View
  5. Book Buyers in Mountain View

Of these:

(1) and (2) closed when Borders went bankrupt (about a decade ago now)

(3) was always the furthest out, and rarely visited, but is still around

(4) is now the only store we visit with some frequency.

But (5) used to be my favorite, being a used books store.

In 2016 they had to relocate out of Mountain View, and set up shop further south in Gilroy.

I’ve since visited them only once.

Today I learned that they lost their lease and have to liquidate entirely. Fortunately, Powell’s (of Portland) was able to pick up their stock.

I am sad to see them pass away like this, especially since nothing has emerged to take their place.

Still, I am optimistic that something like it can be set up again (it must be so different for young people today to not know anything else, but there are alternatives to browsing online at Amazon).

Against The Day

I just finished reading this, after several years.

I had picked this up in 2015 after reading Crying of Lot 49, V and Gravity’s Rainbow in the two years before.

But then there was a gap of several years and I picked it up again last year.

About half-way through I began to actively resist finishing it, which was amusing.

I resisted looking up anything about the book before I read it, or while I was reading it, so I let myself do it now, and went through some critical reviews that I found.

“Heresy of Truth”

There are writers who see the world as it is, and then there are writers like Pynchon, who see the world as we live in it, which is less a place than an experience of a place, mediated by the collective sum of human activity: not history, but culture itself. Against the Day’s numerous instances of doubling (the two ships Stupendica and Emperor Maximillian, for example, or Drs. Renfrew and Werfner, British and German scientists with a fierce animus toward each other) and lenses (the most important, the aforementioned Iceland spar, refracts any object seen through it into two distinct images, each of which is real) reinforce this trope.

Broadly speaking, historical fiction falls into two categories: romance (what if…?) and tragedy (hindsight is 20/20). The appeal of both approaches is more or less self-evident, as are the limitations, and they’re basically the same thing: historical fiction reminds us of something we’ve lost—a powerful and important memorial that all too often effaces the thing it attempted to invoke.

“Do the math” from the New Yorker

An enormous technological leap occurred in the decades around 1900. This advance was fired by some mixed-up combination of abstract mathematical speculation, capitalist greed, global geopolitical power struggle, and sheer mysticism. We know (roughly) how it all turned out, but if we had been living in those years it would have been impossible to sort out the fantastical possibilities from the plausible ones

So what was Pynchon thinking? To begin with, he was apparently thinking what he usually thinks, which is that modern history is a war between utopianism and totalitarianism, counterculture and hegemony, anarchism and corporatism, nature and techne, Eros and the death drive, slaves and masters, entropy and order, and that the only reasonably good place to be in such a world, given that you cannot be outside of it, is between the extremes.

“… reading it in 20 months”

But what really matters, to my eye, is how all these elements weave together, like images in a painting, or (better yet) an assemblage by Robert Rauschenberg. It’s all story- telling, all narrative, but Pynchon doesn’t want you to get hung up on what will occur on the final page, just trust that it will feel complete & that the journey itself is what matters, regardless of whether you find out what happens to the mathematicians, to the Mexican revolutionaries, to the doomed flappers of Paris or the missing young lady in LA.

He really wants you to luxuriate in the story-weaving process and the way to make you focus on it is to remove the elements of writing (e.g. narrative closure) that flip us away from the process to an imaginary universe of reference. The whole point of having the air ship Inconvenience, which starts out blimp-like & ends up rather more like a dream of Miyazaki’s, a city floating in the sky, having this airship travel upward from the south pole to the north via a hidden tunnel that connects the two – don’t think too hard about the gravitational impossibility of this – is that it is ludicrous, but it’s the ludic Pynchon wants you to see.

“Back to the future”

(I’ll be honest, this one was the best!)

There’s a longing at the heart of Against the Day, a tortured desire to redeem and amend—the theme is taken up as vengeance but played out as nostalgia. Order is never restored in Pynchon’s universe, though things change: an old enemy dies ignominiously at the hands of his bodyguard, an assassin is taken unawares, third parties do away with a traitorous spy. No one takes much pleasure in these messy ends—death comes too quickly to afford the living any satisfaction.

The final pages of the novel offer a frazzled sentimental tale of coupling and growing old, where antique outlaws are domesticated and matters come more or less right only in the way they go more or less wrong. The idea of time travel, though lugged in for laughs, suggests a hankering to go back and fix things (in science fiction, the theme usually turns into tragic farce—tragedy if you like science fiction, farce if you don’t). Yet when men arrive from some indefinite future, fleeing some unimaginable global catastrophe, they seem only to want to be left alone, the most pitiable of refugees.

So far, of the four I have read, this is his best book.

A picture of my copy:

A simple reader for books

The apps on my phone bear the marks of many years of use, of arrangement, of addition and deletion.

Among these are various e-book apps, and I have one of “each”, in a single group: Google Play Books, Amazon Kindle, Apple Books, PDF readers, Gumroad.

Each has its own interface, it’s own store, it’s own space for storing books, highlights, notes.

However, this month I downloaded yet another app I came across: iReader.

It is different from all the above in it’s missing.

It has no store for buying books.

It had no provision for highlights or notes.

All it allows you to do is access the range of free books, books in the public domain.

And that is, to be honest, most of the good books in the world.

There’s something in here for everyone, these are books you should be reading anyway 😊

Reading, fast and slow

TIL that Art Garfunkel (of Simon and Garfunkel fame) has a pretty cool book list.

And … scrolling down, it’s updated as recently as 2020!

Slowly and steadily, he’s covered a lot, and a lot of good stuff — and written it all down too!

I scrolled through all of it, and his “sixties-to-eighties reading period” is my favorite 🙂

Some samples:

42. Jun 1981	Gary Zukav	The Dancing Wu Li Masters	1979	332 pp.
82. Jan 1987	Thomas Hobbes	Leviathan	1651	729 pp.
95. Oct 1989	Sigmund Freud	Civilization and Its Discontents	1930	104 pp.
19. May 1977	C.G. Jung	Modern Man in Search of a Soul	1933	244 pp.
9. Mar 1971	Bill Moyers	Listening to America	1971	342 pp.
3. Oct 1968	P.D. Ouspensky	In Search of the Miraculous	1949	389 pp.
24. Apr 1978	Robert M. Persig	Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance	1974	406 pp.