July 30, 2012 by Reader's Connection
(1) The store is air-conditioned. My house isn’t, so this means more to me than it should.
(2) I have used their parking lot at 911 Massachusetts Avenue a few times, when visiting other Mass Ave establishments, so it felt good to pay my dues by visiting the store.
It hadn’t technically been their parking lot when I’d parked there, because they opened just a couple of weeks ago, but I still managed to shake off some squatter’s guilt.
(3) The three books I bought are in excellent condition.
(4) I saved $45.94 on my purchase.
(5) As it says on their bookmarks (of which I took a couple), The more you read, the more we help. All proceeds from Indy Reads Books support the adult literacy programs of Indy Reads. So buy a bunch of books and do a bunch of good in the world.
(6) CONFUSER ALERT. It is appropriate when writing about murder mysteries to post a “spoiler alert” if you’re going to give away part of the mystery. I’m not going to do that, but if you haven’t read Dennis Lehane’s 1998 novel Gone, Baby, Gone, featuring detective Patrick Kenzie, or seen the 2007 movie based on it, my 6th reason for loving Indy Reads Books isn’t going to make much sense.
A Facebook-nefarious nephew asked a question back in June: I’m having a debate about the movie “Gone Baby Gone.” For those who have seen the movie, do you agree with Casey Affleck [the actor playing Patrick Kenzie], or should he have kept his mouth shut?
After some Facebook friends responded, my nephew wrapped it up: I do see both sides. But I agree with you, W___. He should have just kept quiet.
On my first visit to IRB I bought Lehane’s 2010 title Moonlight Mile, a later book in the Kenzie series, in which some characters from Gone, Baby, Gone reappear, and we are given what will have to be the definitive judgment on Patrick’s course of action in Gone.
He’s talking with a woman whom he has just met, but who followed the Gone case, on the news, way back then. Patrick speaks.
“I remember,” I said, wishing I didn’t.
“And then–wow–[spoiler stuff omitted]”
“And what’d you think?”
“About what you did?”
“Yeah,” I said.
“You did the right thing,” she said.
“Oh.” I almost smiled in gratitude.
She met my eyes. “But you were still wrong.”
You got that?
(7) If you can find me a better poem about artichokes than Pablo Neruda’s “Ode to the Artichoke,” I’ll eat one, an artichoke, right out in front of Indy Reads Books. I’ve always felt that I could have made it through life without them, but Neruda has humbled me on that score. This is a vegetable with a betrayed sense of destiny.
The poem appears in my second purchase, Full Woman, Fleshly Apple, Hot Moon: Selected Poems of Pablo Neruda, a book of translations by Stephen Mitchell.
There’s also an “Ode to Laziness,” in which the poet ends up on the beach, pouring the sand out of his shoes and falling asleep. The reader is wide awake and smiling.
(8) And I bought a paperback copy of Herman Melville’s Moby Dick: The White Whale. Not the edition pictured here.
If you’re thinking, Oh, cripes, he’s going to be doing a blogpost on Moby Dick, and that book is so boring, you need to curb that negativity. In a self-interview, novelist James Morrow has said:
let’s not forget that most serious novelists are out to show the reader a good time . . . say, Herman Melville. From page one onward, Moby-Dick is almost polymorphous-perverse in its commitment to the pleasure principle. I wish more English teachers helped their students engage the classics at the level of raw delight, instead of putting them on the scent of symbols. A novel is not a cryptogram.
Whatever your feelings about the whale, don’t let my quaint tastes scare you. Indy Reads Books has all manner of fiction and nonfiction. And readings by authors. I seem to love the store in at least eight ways, and I’ve only been there once.
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