Japan
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Home-Turned-Library Brings Japanese Literature to Community
For the Los Angeles Times, Kelly Corrigan spoke with Mitsuko Roberts of Glendale, California about The Okanoue Library, a collection of over 700 works of Japanese literature, film, and other media donated by Glendale’s Japanese community. Roberts hosts this collection a few…
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This Week in Indie Bookstores
Chicago bookstores are worried about the arrival of a physical Amazon store. One bookstore is using clickbait tactics on social media to trick people into reading more books. Some people actually like airport bookstores. A rural Virginia bookstore has become…
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This Week in Indie Bookstores
The World Bank houses a bookstore. Unfortunately, it’s closing. Harry Potter is causing a legal dispute between two bookstores in the Philippines, with one store claiming a legal monopoly over the book. CityLab checks out The Last Bookstore, a massive bookstore warehouse…
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This Week in Indie Bookstores
The world’s oldest gay bookstore is getting a new lease on life by adding a cafe and liquor license. Bookstores in small Japanese towns are closing down. In an age of unlimited choice, bookstores can help connect readers with the…
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The Sunday Rumpus Essay: There Are No Good Muslims
I say I am Catholic because it is easier than telling the truth.
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No Dancing, Please
FACT‘s profile of rising electronic musician Seiho Hayakawa serves as an introduction to the unique challenges the underground music scene in Japan has had to contend with over the years: While the internet and cheaper travel have helped break down many of the…
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This Week in Indie Boosktores
A charity bookstore in Swansea, Wales, had so many copies of Fifty Shades of Gray that the store built a fort. A Georgia store needs a superhero after more than $200,000 worth of comic books were stolen. One of the…
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The Slow Fall of the Hot Heroine
If nothing else, it’s the opinion of other women that encroaches on mine. Resemblances spark my joy; differences become character flaws.
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I Hear the Place That Can’t Be Named
It is remembering and loving anyway—not forgetting—that binds us even if the recollections are absurd, undignified, cruel, or humiliating.


