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No, not books by Jane Austen, though Jeffrey Larkin named his bookstore on Haight Street after Jane, his favourite author. When I shopped and worked at Austen, Jeffrey had two employees in the book shop and three more who ran a novelty shop down the street called Forma. One of the bookstore employees got in a motorcycle accident and I covered shifts for him in ‘91 and ‘92. Austen sold mostly used books, and a small selection of new books. Always fun. We all smoked at the time and smoked in the store, because we still could. We drank coffee that we bought from a shop across the street (Jeffrey taught me to drink mine without sugar because it brought out the bitterness in the coffee) and listened to a lot of Nina Simone and Nick Cave. (A lot of jazz, and blues, and the only music that was off-limits was anything related to the Grateful Dead. It was Haight Street and the element the Dead would bring into the shop was not desirable. We didn’t play any punk either, just because it wasn’t conducive to looking at books.)

I remember in winter, Jeffrey made sure customers took off their gloves to look at the books because ‘it’s impossible to look at a book carefully with gloves on.’ I still think of that when I go into a shop from the cold. And that he didn’t have to ask people of a certain age because they knew better.

Jeffrey died of a heart attack at age 51 or so in 1994. He was gay, but had been mostly celibate since his friends started dying of AIDS. I still dream of Austen Books and Jeffrey about once a year. The sublunary version of Austen was a narrow one-room affair (not counting store room and bathroom) of probably 800 square feet. He and a friend built the floor to ceiling shelves that ran the length of the store on both sides. The dream version of the store tends to be much larger – two rooms at least, with tables full of books as well as much lower shelves. High windows sometimes let in light from outside, and the hues tend to the lavender. It’s always good to talk a little with Jeffrey in these dreams.

Last night I dreamed of the shop again, but a young couple owns it now. They said that Jeffrey had moved on. I woke feeling very strangely about that. Insofar as I believe something of us lives on after we die, I hope that Jeffrey has reached a place that he wants to be.

I’m usually more on top of tracking my books in Goodreads – just didn’t this year until I noticed a couple of hours ago that I’d recorded two for 2025. Busily added the rest that I’d read/listened to as noted in my journals. Grand total (I think) of 31.

Dutch:
I’ve started reading Dutch kids books that I find in Little Free Libraries. It’s helping a little bit. I’d do myself a greater favour by reading the kranten (newspapers – I learned yesterday the root of this word is ‘courant’ a French term for newspaper also used in English). Anyway:

Wipneus en Pim bij de Trappertjes by B.G. Van Wijckmade

Lotje Met Chimp naar het Circus by Jaap ter Haar

Audio:

The Silk Roads: A New History of the World by Peter Frankopan (highly recommended – fascinating stuff)

Galapagos by Kurt Vonnegut

To Hell With Poverty by Jon King (narrated by the author, a history of the initial run of the band Gang of Four. Andy Gill had passed away before its publication, so can’t argue with King’s general assessment that he was a serious expletivedeleted.)

Brotopia: Breaking Up the Boys’ Club of Silicon Valley by Emily Chang (depressing insofar as the inherent sexism of the Valley hasn’t changed in 40 years and it’s only getting worse. But a great piece of reporting.)

Ideaflow: The Only Business Metric That Matters by Jeremy Utley and Perry Klebahn.

Speaking My Mind by Leo Varadkar (Very interesting, but I fear he’s too protective of his own [well-earned, don’t get me wrong] legacy. He could have taken more risks with it. Also: before reading, bone up on the main Irish political parties. He writes for an audience that knows one from another.)

Head On by John Scalzi

Vita Nuova by Dante Alighieri

Other stuff:
The Glass Room by Simon Mawer

The Posthumous Memoirs of Bras Cubas by Machado de Assis (This is an early 19th C. Brazilian classic read by just about every high school student there – it was recommended to my office book club by a Brazilian colleague. I quite enjoyed it, but what I really wanted to talk about in our discussion of it is how it’s informed by Vita Nuova (see above), Tristram Shandy, and Candide. Which no one else in the group had read. I doubt I’ll make the time to write the essay that ties them all together, but I want to.)

The Midnight Library by Matt Haig (Light slightly fantastical reading that I enjoyed. Read it for both the office book club and the local expat book club this year.)

Nana and Luna by Delacorta (same main characters as Diva – light reading if you can ignore the 14 year old protagonist’s highly sexualised presentation. The 80s were a different time.)

Guards, Guards by Terry Pratchett (Classic Pratchett.

Fifteen Dogs by Andre Alexis (expat book club entry – interesting but ultimately depressing to me. As a new dog owner, I found the deaths of dogs hard to take.)

The River Has Roots by Amal El-Mohtar (Gorgeous. Highly recommended.)

The Accidental Further Adventures of the Hundred Year Old Man by Jonas Jonasson. (If you enjoyed the first one, you’ll enjoy this one too.)

Mexican Gothic by Silvia Moreno-Garcia (Moreno-Garcia is an excellent writer and this one’s a treat – super-creepy mid-20th century set take on the old gothic novel, with nods to The Yellow Wallpaper.)

The Planets by Andrew Cohen and Brian Cox (Gorgeous tour of the solar system with the depressing notation that the likelihood of other planets like Earth in our galactic neighborhood is very slim.)

The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo by Taylor Jenkins Reid (I enjoyed this one and am likely to check out more – pretty sure I have Daisy Jones and the Six in my TBR. Hugo is an actress from the golden age of Hollywood who contracts a writer for a Vanity Fair-like mag to write her life story. With twists.)

The Fisherman by John Langan (Recommended by my friend Matt, this was a doozy. I don’t do horror, generally, but I was intrigued by his description of it being stories within stories. Langan was meticulous in his construction of this tale. I’m going to read more by him, but this is his only novel. Several short story collections await.

Patti Smith – Just Kids (reread for expat book club – so good, but so sad. While I’m well familiar with the setting and the people Smith talks about, the Dutch members of the club – not entirely expat, come to think of it – and the 28 year-old Ukrainian woman found the name-dropping a little hard going.

The Three Stigmata of Palmer Eldritch by Philip K. Dick (It’s PKD – if it weren’t weird, you’d be surprised.)

Strange Angels by Andrea Speed (sweet queer fantasy of competition between gods among other things.)

The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy (Gorgeous and winding and it helps to create a family tree in the first chapters so you know what’s going on later. Very sad but so well done. Roy definitely earned her Booker with this one.)

Unleashed by Emily Kimelman (Sydney Rye Mysteries #1) (Beginner detective takes on the powerful of NYC with the help of a fantastic dog. #2, Death in the Dark, is a novella. I’ve got #3, Insatiable, queued up.)

The Safekeep by Yael van der Wouden (Netherlands-set novel of a trio of siblings and the strange history of the house their parents bought after WW2. Also: The best-written sex I’ve come across in ages. Some, but not all, members of the office book club were put off.)

James by Percival Everett (I enjoyed this retelling of the Huck Finn story from Jim’s perspective. A Pulitzer Prize in literature is usually a mark of quality. Amusingly, the woman at Marcus Books in Oakland who sold it to me said that she’d read several other works by Everett and didn’t think this was close to his best.)

The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho (I missed this when it was in competition with Grisham’s The Firm for the book everyone on Muni was reading, and I think it would have served me better had I read it at 25 or so, but I enjoyed it. Very strange to read a tale of a shepherd boy in search of Truth just before picking up my current reading, The Gospel According to Jesus Christ by Jose Saramago.)

Yeah, I know we’re almost through the first month of 2024 and I’m usually more on top of this, but I didn’t read that much last year anyway. So…

Words:
Malinda Lo – Last Night at the Telegraph Club (reread for the Leiden expat book club – the other participants didn’t love it as much as I did, but that’s fine too.)
Sonia Blanck – Hive (I don’t think this is published yet – I met Sonia on Mastodon and offered to read it. Good and weird SF. Keep your eyes peeled for it.)
Jaqueline Harpman – I Who Have Never Known Men (Weird and disturbing SF – the title shouldn’t put you off – this was a proper mindfuck.)
Dorothy L. Sayers – Strong Poison
M. Katz – Cybernetic Tea Shop
C. McMullen – A Space Girl From Earth
Rachel Churcher – Angels (I was a sensitivity reader on this *very* cool YA novel. A leap ahead in style and ability for Ms. Churcher. Check it out.)
Marek Šindelka – Aberrant (Another book club read – I really enjoyed this bit of weirdness that takes place in and around Prague in 2002. My colleagues in the club didn’t know what to make of the flooding in the city that occupies the last third of the book. I knew from the first dateline that the Prague Flood of 2002 would come up. But I lived in Prague at the time. Everyone else in the club was confused.)
Jonathan Scott – The Vinyl Frontier: The Story of NASA’s Interstellar Mixtape
Rachel Pollack – Unquenchable Fire (I’d never heard of Pollack, but when she passed away last year, Neil Gaiman penned an appreciation of her work, so I took a dive. Excellent as the recommendation would suggest.)
Terry Pratchett – Small Gods (Another one for the book club – still excellent.)
S. Jones – Sisters Cavendish (Another preread – this one’s not published yet either, but it’s great.)
Ursula K. Le Guin – The Lathe of Heaven (Read for the new book club at my office which still only has two members. Hadn’t read this in 30 years and gracious is it weirdly wonderful. Still.)
S.L. Rowland – Cursed Cocktails (Cozy fantasy goodness. Recommended.)
Dana Hughes – Rain (A Novella)
Kate Castle – Girl Island (Office book club. Female take on Lord of the Flies – very well done.)
Sean Carroll – The Biggest Ideas in the Universe
Satoshi Yagisawa – Days at the Morisaki Bookshop
Italo Calvino – If on a winter’s night a traveler (first read in college back in ’85 – still weirdly wonderful)
Haruki Murakami – Norwegian Wood (Office book club. I’d read other Murakami, but not this one, his “normal” novel. Enjoyed it a lot.)
Delacorta – Diva (I’d bought a DVD of the movie which I hadn’t seen in an age and when I posted about it, a friend said, ‘yeah, you have to read the books too. Lola and Luna are waiting on the bookshelf.)
Anne Leckie – Ancillary Justice (recommended by a cousin – wonderful stuff – want to get to the next ones in the series.)
Graham Greene – Travels with My Aunt (Amusing and strange in the way that only Greene is.)
George Orwell – 1984 (office book club)

Audio:
George Johnson – Miss Leavitt’s Stars
Carl Sagan – The Demon Haunted World
Richard Osman – The Thursday Murder Club
Bruce Dickinson – What Does This Button Do? (Interesting memoir from the lead singer of Iron Maiden who has done very cool things, but has abridged much that makes an actual life interesting. Not nearly as good as Rob Halford’s Confess.)
Jung Chang – Wild Swans (When a niece was recovering from a concussion, my sister read this aloud to her. Sis had recommended it in the 90s, but I never took the dive. This history of China from the period before the Communist victory through the Cultural Revolution is riveting stuff.)
Elliot Page – Pageboy (Memoir by excellent trans actor – very nicely done.)
K. Tempest Bradford – Ruby Finley vs. the Interstellar Invasion
Homer – The Odyssey (Emily Watson translation, read wonderfully by Claire Danes. Alas Danes does not read her translation of The Illiad, but that’s on my list too.
Trevor Horne – Adventures in Modern Recording (Memoir of many great albums from the guy who sang Video Killed the Radio Star and produced Welcome to the Pleasuredome. Among so many other things.)
Kai Bird and Martin K. Sherwin – American Prometheus (The Pulitzer-winning bio of Robert J. Oppenheimer on which the movie Oppenheimer was based. If you thought that Robert Downey Jr.’s Lewis Strauss was a bastard in the movie, dang. Strauss was so much worse in real life.)

Victoria Aveyard – Red Queen – Enjoyable YA (sort of) fantasy. A bit dystopian, I really liked how Aveyard set up the opposing factions. However much I was satisfied with the ending, I’m not driven to pick up the next ones in the series.

Marcus Alexander Hart – Alexa vs. The Afterlife – Ah. Alexa vs. The Merry Menace makes a lot more sense now. Former child star now slightly alcoholic punk discovers magical powers with the help of a couple of interesting undead folks. Very amusing.

Paul Verlaine – Poems of Paul Verlaine – Having passed by Verlaine’s birthplace on an overnight visit to Metz, I thought it a good time to read some of his work. Very beautiful stuff.

Cosey Fanni Tutti – Re-Sisters (audio) – Absolutely fascinating memoir/double biography, taking in the lives of medieval mystic Marjorie Kemp and modern electronic musician Delia Derbyshire. Cosey wraps their three lives together with some gorgeous insights into the nature of recording one’s life.

John Scalzi – Agent to the Stars (audio) – Another great Wil Wheaton narration. Protagonist, a Hollywood agent, is roped into figuring out how to negotiate first contact with gelatinous aliens. With an absolutely appropriate in context side trip into Holocaust territory. Beautifully done.

Sanford Greenberg – Hello Darkness, My Old Friend (audio) – Memoir

Confucius – The Analects (translated by James Legge) – Philosophy

Travis Baldacre – Legends and Lattes – Fantasy

Lina Rather – Sisters of the Forsaken Stars – SF

P. Djeli Clark – A Master of Djinn – Steampunk/Detective