Posted November 16, 2007on:
It looks like Graywolf did it again. The successful record is kinda creepy. I’m not merely enjoying My Christina and Other Stories, it’s that I’m compelled to pull out my print-critic-murdering moleskin to think my way through what I’ve read so far, even though I had no intentions of doing so at the outset, and am not even half-way through the book. (Some books I want to scribble about, some I don’t, and the urge isn’t a consistent indication of how good I consider a book to be. But I never want to scribble about a bad one: I just write “Ugh!” in the margins.) This collection was published in 1967 but it reads as fresh as anything coming out now (better even) and…whoa.
So I got all excited and thought, I need a Graywolf catalogue! I went to the site and saw that they had already started a 30% Christmas sale, and my desire became acute. Only to discover that they don’t seem to ship it to Canada. However, you must all understand — my Graywolf reads have not been good, they have not been excellent, not even wow, they have been I-have-to-slow-down-so-that-I-can-keep-this-orgasmic-feeling-for-as-long-as-possible. (That’s more like a WHOOOOAAAAAAAA.) I am attached to print catalogues and am not willing to settle for lame internet browsing through categories. Therefore, I e-mailed the press to tell them, look, what’s the deal with not listing Ontario as a shipping destination? I’ll pay you to send it to me, OK, I’ll pay (depending on how much it costs, I am a poor student). I…I need the catalogue man. (I wrote something similar to Godine years ago. It wasn’t a catalogue request it was…something about Andre Dubus, because I’d read maybe one or two of his short story collections at that point, and I thought I’d seen God. Maybe that’s what I e-mailed ’em about? I hope not, that would be silly.)
Thanks, I needed to get that off my chest.