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@rememberist.bsky.social

Owner/bookseller at Berkeley Books of Paris (2005-2019). Veteran of St. Mark's Bookshop and Posman's in NYC, and Serendipity Books in Berkeley.

When I moved to France, the U.S. was bad but not broken. It's been quite an experience watching my old country burn itself down. Here's a slice of American dystopia: I can't send postcards and letters to the US anymore. Everything must be registered, and that's no guarantee it'll get through customs

On my dad's side: Building a log cabin and a whisky still on a small plot of land in Canada. On paper, my grandfather was a carpenter but he made his money as a bootlegger on the Chicago route. On my mom's side: A Pinkerton detective in Chicago investigating bootleggers during Prohibition.

Revan@revan.eurosky.social · last wk.

Enough “what would you do on the commune questions” If you got sent back 100 years and were given your grandparent’s job, what are you doing?

On books that help me ignore a heatwave. The Eve Babitz letters arrived this morning, and I've already slipped between its cool covers. When I opened the door to the postman this morning he said, "Let me guess, a book?" Indeed. "It's very effective in the heat!" Also yes.

The cover of Too L.A.: Letters Never Sent by Eve Babitz, edited by Lili Anolik, and published by the New York Review of Books.

Solidarity with my neighbors here in SW France. The local government is providing free vacations for people affected by the local forest fires, the firefighters and their families. People who most need a rest right about now.

@lejournaldugers.bsky.social · last wk.

📢 La Région Occitanie offre des séjours de « répit solidaire » aux familles sinistrées par les incendies, aux sapeurs-pompiers engagés et leurs familles La Région est frappée par une série... #lejournaldugers #JDG32

A publishing industry inside joke from 1928. If you've ever read a book from Alfred A. Knopf, you will be familiar with their little essays about typeface. This is from Meaning No Offence, by John Riddell, from The John Day Company (a competitor, as you might guess).

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The French novelist Paul de Kock was a "felinophile enragé." His house was surrounded by a high wall, within which his cats roamed freely. When neighbors found a stray, they didn't even bother to ring his bell, but simply tossed the cat over the wall to join the others.

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Took a leisurely drive to a nearby village to check out their little free library. I like to spike them with excellent books, and occasionally I find something good to take home. This one was sweet, but in dire shape. I swept up a bit, and am thinking of making a project out of cleaning it up.

A bend in the road in a tiny French village. The building to the left is the town hall.

Françoise Sagan & Juliette Greco by Karl Bissinger St. Germain-des-Près, 1948 I'm not sure who the man on the right is. In any case, this might be the coolest photograph ever taken.

The two at a sidewalk café table with an unidentified man, Sagan leans back in her chair

Depressed and anxious at the sight of the discourse, I decided to remind myself why I liked reading, so I opened Don Quixote for the first time and it’s fucking hilarious. Thanks, books, shouldn’t doubt you.

I opened my front door to the postie who was smiling and holding out a big box to me. He asked how many books were in there. I said just two, and sorry for the weight, but it's Sherlock Holmes. He smiled again and said bonne lecture!

Two volumes of The New Annotated Sherlock Holmes resting on a wooden table. In the background is a Lego set of 221b Baker Street. Not pictured, me, a very happy nerd.