Posts Tagged: Alaska
One of the missing Hong Kong booksellers has been returned, and gave a speech warning about the power of China’s central government and the waning independence of Hong Kong.
Tiny, the cat that lives in Brooklyn’s Community Bookstore, had a big adventure in the city—he disappeared, causing panic among the store’s employees, before deciding to return....more
James Patterson is giving away $2,000,000 in holiday bonuses to bookstore workers and libraries.
An adults-only sex shop in Anchorage, Alaska is getting remade into an indie bookstore.
Philadelphia’s Hakim’s Bookstore, a landmark African-American shop, is a small business on the brink of closure....more
Over at The Hairpin, Isabelle Fraser interviews Ann Wroe, obituary writer for The Economist. Wroe has written obituaries for J.D. Salinger, Aaron Swartz, and the 25-year old carp that was “England’s best-loved fish”. On Marie Smith, the last person to speak Eyak, an Alaskan language, she relates:
“She was the only person left who remembered all the different words for all the parts of a spruce tree.
Like a heist movie, the essay introduces the players (an Alaska Native educator and two games developers), sets up the stakes (the stereotypes of Native Americans that saturate the media), and then delivers the goods: the game they created together, about a young girl surviving in the Arctic....more
“The story was there in the music, down to the epilogue.”
Leigh Newman’s memoir, Still Points North: One Alaskan Childhood, One Grown-up World, One Long Journey Home, gets a unique treatment over at Largehearted boy‘s Booknotes, a column where authors are asked to compile a sort of soundtrack to their process....more
It’s that time of year again, the time we’ve all been waiting for: Iditarod season.
What? You don’t follow the annual dogsled race through a thousand miles of brutal Alaskan wilderness commemorating the 1925 transportation of life-saving diphtheria serum from Anchorage to Nome??...more
When you come to my house and eat the caribou stew I’ve made, I want you to feel the rifle heavy as lead in the grip of my hands, the shiny brass bullet between my fingers, and how smoothly the bullet slid into the chamber....more
I can’t figure out why James Michener gets such short shrift. Is it because he’s too popular? Or because he had help with his painstaking geographical research? The critical disregard doesn’t bother me, though, except that I wish there was someone with whom I could chat about the most recent book I loved, Alaska....more