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Support The Book Frog's Indiegogo Crowdfunding Campaign (& Just Say No to Amazon)

Breaking in here to promote my bookseller bud's, Becky's, Indiegogo Crowdfunding Campaign.

That's her and her husband, Pete, in the video clip.  They're owners of a wonderful bookshop called The Book Frog.  I wish to God it was in a part of town that I frequented, but unfortunately, it's wayyyyyyy out there on the Palos Verdes Peninsula, about an hour and fifteen minutes drive (assuming no traffic), from where I live.  I've been there at least once.  Truly terrific bookstore and awesome knowledgable staff of bonafide bibliophiles, run by people who know their craft and care about their community; and I'm not just saying that because Becky is a friend.  I've bought some killer Dalkey Archives from The Book Frog -- Gaddis reissues and Witz by Joshua Cohen, as well as Jeffrey Eugenides' latest when it was new, and some Patricia Cornwell over the phone, and have made a few purchases through their website, including Hermann Broch's, The Death of Vir…

The Egg Lynching, Tripping Toreador; or, No Average Bureaucrat made all the Clocks Melt

I suppose it might seem strange to begin a post
that's sure to be indiscriminate
-- discombobulated,
purposeful but likely meaningless,
though armed with genuine genuflective ambition as its intention
for posting about Salvador Dali 
-- by beginning with....  Steve Erickson? ...


But the solution (so obvious! -- how was I blind to it for so long?)
to interpreting Steve Erickson's fragmented, inner-and-interconnected only obliquely,
often mystifying yet always mesmerizing novels,
his Vintage editions that nearly no one reads, I mean;
those Runes of his like Rubicon Beach I've ruminated on for years like recurring dreams
-- are explained explicitly (maybe even the mystery of Our Ecstatic Days)
in the paintings of Salvador Dali!


"Um, no".

Okay.  Remember in Greek mythology, the three Graces?  Beauty, charm (what was that last one -- voluptuous décolletage?)  No.  It was joy, that's right.  So its beauty, charm and joy. And then there's…