Saturday, August 31, 2013

Somerville's Ibbetson Street Press and other Local Presses To Participate in Harvard Book Store's Warehouse Weekend Event


Warehouse Weekends: Local Voices

Harvard Book Store Warehouse Weekends: Four Weekends of Books, Culture & Community
Local Voices: Small Presses and Literary Journals
10am to 6pm, Saturday, Sept. 14 and Sunday, Sept. 15


September 14, 2013
10:00 AM


Harvard Book Store Warehouse
14 Park St., Somerville, MA


This event is free; no tickets are required.

We know you value local.
We know you make it a point to shop at independent businesses, attend neighborhood events, support community organizations and champion area artists.
That’s why we’re such good friends.
That’s also why you’re invited to join us this fall for Harvard Book Store’s Warehouse Weekends where local is the name of the game.  We’ve asked dozens of our favorite community cohorts to help us celebrate our collective ind(ie)pendence with bargain books, free samples, contests, workshops and more!
For four consecutive weekends this fall, our 6500 sq. ft. warehouse in Somerville will feature chapbook giveaways, consultations with literary editors, zine workshops, bookbinding demonstrations, Instagram scavenger hunts, and more.  Add to that 25,000 books and delicious, locally-sourced food and you’ve got yourself a party.
Each weekend will feature a different theme. This weekend's theme showcases a variety of literary journals and small press books.
Warehouse Weekends will feature a unique set of local partners and activities including:
AGNI, American Association of Variable Star Observers, Athena Mae, The Baffler, Boston Comics Roundtable, Boston Review, Cambridge Science Festival, Cervena Barva Press, Fugu, Harvard Review, Ibbetson Street Press, Inman Review, Kickass Cupcakes, MBTA Gifts, Million Year Picnic, MotherJuice, Papercut Zine Library, Ploughshares, Pressbound, Pressed Wafer, Q's Nuts, Rose Metal Press, Rye House Press, Sabertooth Bakery, Salamander, Scoopsies Ice Cream, Small Beer Press, Somerville Arts Council, Taco Party, Taza Chocolate, Ward Maps, Wilderness House Press, Zephyr Press, Zymbol
Our Warehouse is located on Park St. in Somerville, between Somerville Ave. and Beacon St. not too far from Union Square. The closest T stop is Porter Square, on the Red Line, and bus lines #83 and #87 have stops on Somerville Ave. near Park St.
And unlike at most parties… friends of friends are definitely encouraged to bring friends! See you there!
Be sure to keep your eye on this page for all new updates regarding our Warehouse Weekend partners.

Thursday, August 29, 2013

Devotion: A Memoir by Miriam Levine

A Memoir
Miriam Levine
The University of Georgia Press
ISBN 978-0-8203-3986-3

We enter Levin's memoir as family, friends and our journey through her past becomes our own. We experience every chapter vividly through her poignant writing. Each paragraph is given to us as a gift that we take and relate to our own stories:

“My grandmother's household revolved around
rituals. Gone was the hardship of her earlier
Domestic life, when she had to take care of
her husbands' parents, her young children, and her
daughter Etta, who slowly died of heart decease
as well as to mind the fruit and vegetables store
while her husband peddled produce from door
to door from a horse-drawn wagon.”

These vignettes of family characters touch us with a soft cloth; like the one left on the bottom of aunt Jen's hamper-- clean cotton folded like silk. And those humorous moments startle us out of our reverence for the writing:

'If you swallow anything, it's better to swallow
a penny or a button, it's the same shape as your
asshole.' She bounced against me as we laughed,
her still firm hip against mine...”

We follow the memories with total interest. Miriam Levine was born with a pen in her hand and cannot be ignored as one of America's more accomplished writers. The characters live and breathe on the page and this reader interest was piqued throughout.

 When Levine was thirteen she asked her her father Joe, a man she described  as one who “fumed in silence,” about his ideas about sex and his ideas about intellectuality. He thought intellectual boys were not as inclined to indiscretions:

“They're good boys,” Joe said for what seemed like the
Hundredth time. “The type to marry.” Marry? I had just
turned thirteen. I reached into my skirt pocket and pulled
out the stack of pictures. “Here.” I said, handing them to Joe.
“We play spin the bottle.” He turned white, a safe sign: he
wouldn't yell. His mouth hardened. “What are they doing
with you?” he spit. “We were only kissing,” I answered.
I saw something in his eyes: a thought. I faked him out
and nailed the shot. He shoved the pictures into his pocket.”

I can relate to the years the book depicts, the culture, and because my immigrant father and factory working mother had similar experiences, this all might explain why Levine’s writing riveted me to each page. This book reads like a classic novel, a Chekhov story, intense and profound in its direct depiction of people. Levine's sentences are a vista of images:

“At nine-thirty Bertocci would burst through the door,
slams down his beat-up briefcase, and begins lecturing.
He had the face of a commedia dell'arte puppet: a Punch
like sloping nose, close-together eyes, a flat wide mouth,
which pushed up duckbill-like against his nose-an unsaintly
feral face. His odd dark eyes were angry and intelligent. His
hair was thinning, but the old hairline still showed, like
a shadow, or a scar, or a painter's cartoon: you could see
the younger head inside the old.”

Life changes dramatically. The university presented Miriam with a new set of books to read and new characters to study. She is used to being with family and family plots, so it became an easy transition, but there are differences. There are more people to relate too. She steps into what life offers, with grace and keen observation:

“Yet this morning when I thought again about courage,
I came to the conclusion that my definition of heroism was too
narrow. Just having a baby was an act of courage, for all women,
for those who go into it without thinking and for those who
think and decided. Pregnancy and childbirth have been sealed in a
kind of silence, like a taboo. And the films, which were so
popular now, of mother and father training for the event in special
classes, laboring together, even the films of the actual birth, did
not really convey the mystery of the journey.”

Page after page, challenges the reader.  The adventures in this memoir are fleshed out witt Levine's astute observations. Levine's descriptions give the reader a finely detailed picture. Every episode, each chapter is polished and finished. We read on and on because we have come to live within the book's memories:

“...if I step closer, I feel as if I am falling into his head. Our
Augusts were usually dry, but this August it had been raining
for two weeks. When the sun came out, the trunks of the oak
trees steamed. “How do you like the rain forest?” I had asked,
cutting through his back garden on my way to Robbins Library...”

With fine strokes and a light touch, Levine restores, peals away what the patina has built up and she gets us back to the original painting:

“Culture had thrilled me ever since I was a child stepping
into my grandmother Molly's kitchen. There I had felt
culture, both hers and ours, European and American.
The things in Molly's kitchen jutted out at me: her coffee
grinder, the little white enamel pot with its black handle,
the strawberries simmering in that pot, reducing to thick
jam, the yellow batter on her sponge, her jars of spices,
her knife worn to a flake, the Jewish newspaper open
on the table, the black “carving” of the Hebrew letters,
the radio with its glowing yellow-green dial, Bing Crosby
singing “I'm dreaming of a White Christmas.”

We travel with Miriam Levine, from her ancestral kitchen, to Mexico and Frida Kahlo's home.
 We experience the nit-nacs Kahlo surrounds her life with and her arrangements of the the small objects of red, greens, blues and yellow splashes. The book carries us from one country to another, and we visit with different artists, and writers, and all of them influence us because we are reading this book.

I recommend “Devotion.”  Devotion, cannot be read in one sitting. You will enjoy the journey and want for more.

Irene Koronas
Poetry Editor: Wilderness House Literary Review
Reviewer: Ibbetson Street Press