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Oh Book Fairs, how I love you.
September 14, 2010

You, with your booksellers, book authors, book readings, book signings, book discounts, bookworms and you know, your books.

This past Sunday I decided to visit the Brooklyn Book Festival in… Brooklyn. It was raining, I got soaked, people kept hitting me with their umbrellas (I didn’t have one to hit them back) I missed meeting one of my favorite Graphic Novel authors by a couple of minutes, but I loved it. I truly fucking loved it.

The author I didn’t get to meet was Adrian Tomine. But hey, I still got a signed copy of his re-RE-released 32 Stories Collection of OPTIC NERVE comics. I won’t get into the whole “He doesn’t write comic comics, he writes about life and shit” so just check them out here. I saw a booth with his books, got the one I didn’t have and was told, “You just missed him! But he signed the copy you bought!” I thought, “Fuck!” And then I thought, “Nice! Signed copy baby!” And kept on walking from Publisher to Publisher.

I had one rule for the Book fair: Limit yourself to TWO purchases, no more you BOOK WHORE.

So I found this really cool, artsy, tiny book that unfolded into a sort of display of fantastically freaky creatures drawn by the artist. “How much?” I asked. “Six hundred dollars” The elderly woman replied, “You see, it’s one of a kind” I was a little shocked to say the least, “Fu-okay, thanks!” I really wish she had sold her artsy soul and mass-produced the shit out of that little book.

I ended up buying “Eeeee Eee Eeee”, a novel by Tao Lin. I must admit I totally judged the book by its cover, it seemed cool and as I’m reading it… maybe it’s trying a bit too hard to be cool, and I don’t know If I would recommend it… and the more I think about it I gotta say, every book by Melville House has disappointed me (granted I’ve only read a couple of books by them but still!) Damn their cool book designs!

Before I left the festival I sat in the rain, listened to Sarah Silverman read chapters from her book, laughed a lot, thought about buying her overpriced book, decided against it, stood up, noticed I had sit in a puddle of water and rode the subway home.

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The World’s Largest Flower
February 23, 2010

“What if children’s stories were obligatory reading for adults? Would we really be able to learn what we’ve been trying to teach for so long?”

That’s what José Saramago, the author of “La Flor más Grande del Mundo” wrote for the back cover of his book. That frase pretty much sums up my opinion regarding children’s books, the way in which they take on any subject, only using the absolutely necessary amount of words and the apparent SIMPLICITY of the text, is what I find the most enchanting. Well THAT and the illustrations obviously.

Artist Joao Caetano does an excellent job for this book. The warm colors,  the photographic details, the carefully childlike strokes, all combine to create an exotic and yet “universal” atmosphere.

What I love about this book is that Saramago is constantly explaining to the reader that he is not very good at writing stories, children’s stories at least. He is writing this book because he is sure that somewhere some child will read the story, and he hopes that the child will find better, “simpler” words to re tell the story. “Who knows? Maybe someday I’ll read this story again, written by YOU who reads me, but much better”

After all, what most children’s books want is for CHILDREN to read and write, which is what Jose Saramago, one of the best writers of our times is trying to do when he says he sucks ass at writing and wants YOU to do it better than him. And although it’s OBVIOUS you can’t, there’s no harm in trying. Don’t  get me wrong, SOMETIMES THERE IS HARM IN TRYING, for instance you may find that what you’ve written is SO inferior compared to Saramago’s writing that you’ll just want to kill yourself. So… yea… I forgot what the point of it all was…

Jerome is dead!
February 13, 2010

When I first found out that J.D. Salinger, one of my favorite authors, the mind behind two of my favorite books of all time, “Franny and Zooey” and, of course, “The Catcher in the Rye” was dead, the first thing that came to my mind was… finally. I mean, I’m not exactly happy about his death, it’s just that… well… the crazy old bastard kept on writing all these years, FIFTY years or so, and did he publish anything? Absofuckinglutely not.

I’m very sorry, but the future publisher in me is leaping with joy at the chance that we could all finally get to see what this reclusive limelightscared nutcase had been doing all this time.

Supposedly, there are about 15, that is FIFTEEN! manuscripts locked up in his safe. All this according to one of his neighbors (who I will do my best to murder if it all turns out to be his idea of a joke). This is a publishers dream, or more specifically, this is MY DREAM. I sure am glad I´ll be living in New York to see how it all pans out.

Incidentally, “The Catcher in the Rye” has one of my favorite cover arts ever:

You may ask, what would I do if I was given the opportunity to publish a NEW book by J.D. Salinger? Honestly… I… I’m going to stop writing. But it could happen you know? YOU KNOW? Nah… you don’t know…