Saturday, May 5, 2012
Please Compare and Contrast the Following Titles
Popular Crime, by well-known baseball statistician Bill James, is a fascinating look at nearly two hundred years of crimes, mostly murders, which have captured the American imagination. James is a logician, a contrarian, and a voracious reader of true crime books profound, obscene, obscure, pedestrian, and trashy. His chapters of the Jon Benet-Ramsey case and the Butcher of Kingsbury Run (aka the Cleveland Torso Murderer) are particularly strong. I do not endorse his thinking on public policy, which can be reactionary in the extreme. But I love this title and now it's new at $15.
Also hitting our shelves in paperback this month, to be found on our Staff Favorites display, is Sarah Burns' The Central Park Five. It tells of one of biggest crime stories in this history of New York City--the "Central Park Jogger" case of 1989. Five teenagers from public housing were quickly arrested and convicted, though the evidence at the scene indicated only one perpetrator was involved. Their convictions were voided in 2002.
This title is an excellent companion to last year's paperback release of Finding Chandra by Washington Post reporters Scott Hingham and Sari Horwitz. Modesto native Chandra Levy vanished in a Washington DC public park in 2001. It was over a year before her body was discovered. The police focused on the man with whom she'd been having an affair, serial adulterer and then-Stanislaus County Congressman Gary Condit. He was not responsible and was never charged. Her killer was convicted in 2009.
These cases share quite a few similarities. Both concern professional women in cosmopolitan big cities who were attacked in public parks. In both cases, police and media quickly focused on individuals who had been doing, well, dumb shit that sure made them look bad. The New York teens had been punching strangers in the park that night, going so far as to steal food from a homeless guy. Condit was an amoral philanderer, for whom Levy was just the latest in a string of women who hid their relationship with him while dreaming of the day (which he assured them would be soon) he'd quit Congress, divorce his wife, and settle down with them. Both cases occurred in cities with extremely sophisticated, numerous, relentless, and ravenous media. Only London is worse (better?) in this regard than NYC and DC. In both cities black and brown people became greatly angered that an assault on a wealthy white woman generated such rapid reactions from city bureaucracies, when so many similar crimes against their demographic were, um, not exactly top priorities. Both perpetrators proved to be Salvadorian immigrants who were already in jail for other, similar crimes when their guilt in these cases was revealed.
The biggest and most obvious difference was the status of the original suspects. The black and Latino teens from public housing were bereft of legal assistance of any kind, leaving their guardians to be jerked around by the police while detectives (illegally) leaned on the kids. Condit was white, telegenic, well-spoken... Oh yeah, and a sitting Congressman. He treated with deference by the police despite being their prime suspect. In the Central Park case, the media took their cues from the police, including the coining of the infamous term "wilding" to describe the kids' behavior. The term was attributed, falsely, to the teens, but came from the cops. In DC, the cops took their clues from the media. Calmer and wiser heads immediately realized that Condit was scumbag, but not a murderous one. But the "Representative-denies-affair-with-missing-intern" angle was much too strong for the media to pass up. The cops had nothing else to go on and so wasted their time trying to figure out where he stashed the body. The Central Park case was cracked when the perpetrator met one of the convicted teens, now in his 20s, in jail. He came forward with a detailed and accurate confession which led to their convictions being overturned. No arrests were made in DC until the Post reporters utilized geographical profiling to identify a likely suspect, already imprisoned for attacks on women in the same park.
True crime is another window onto the power structures and prejudices of our society. These two books in particular are a sad but worthwhile education.
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
Darkness is black as oil and looks like a vampire and is as smelly as an onion
Green Apple recently donated five $50 gift cards to 826 Valencia so they could reward a few of their many promising young writers. Here are excerpts from the work of the winning writers.
Student Name: Natalie Zuñiga
Age: 9
School: El Dorado Elementary
Age: 6
School: St. James Elementary
Student Name: Esteban Sanchez
Age: 9
School: Thomas Edison Charter Academy
Student Name: Josh Ramirez
Age: 13
School: Thomas Edison Charter Academy
Student Name: Jasmine Hernandez
Age: 7
School: Buena Vista Elementary
Thursday, April 26, 2012
Tuesday night was Saturday night!

Thanks to everyone who made it to Tosca Cafe last week, on very short notice, to witness the verbal hurricane that is Bobby Keys - a truly special night was had by all! Imagine, if you weren't among the lucky dozens in attendance, of kicking-back in a red naugahyde booth and gently sipping a famous 'House Cappuccino', while the Rolling Stones' sax man (that's right The Rolling Stones) regaled you with tales from more than 50 years on the road. . . Amazing!

You better believe that Bobby Keys (a native Texan) has the gift of gab; tales poured forth all evening, some hysterical, others touching: Keith Moon chasing his butler around the yard with a hovercraft, secret recording sessions with Gram Parsons and Keith Richards in the latter's basement studio, and tender remembrances of Levon Helm, John Lennon and sadly, many others.
Bobby's booming voice comes through perfectly in his recent memoir from Counterpoint Press, Every Night's a Saturday Night, which was what brought us all to Tosca last Tuesday in the first place. Well, that, and to hopefully witness a television thrown through a window. . .

If you missed it, you still have a chance to get to get your hands on a SIGNED COPY, which isn't exactly the same thing as downing White Russians with the man, but I do what I can. And by all means, check-in with our event calendar, or follow us on Facebook, just don't miss the next one!
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Indie Booksellers Awards

Each year, the Northern California Independent Booksellers Association honors the best books written or illustrated by Northern California authors and artists. With input from booksellers representing 200 stores in the region, here are the 2012 awards.
- FICTION: Turn of Mind by Alice LaPlante
- NON-FICTION: A Thousand Lives by Julia Scheeres
- FOOD WRITING: Mourad: New Moroccan by the Richmond District's own Mourad Lahlou
- POETRY: Of Indigo and Saffron by Michael McClure
- REGIONAL: The Left Coast by Philip and Alex Fradkin
- CHILDREN'S PICTURE BOOK: The Astonishing Secret of Awesome Man by Michael Chabon and Jake Parker
- MIDDLE GRADE: One Day and One Amazing Morning on Orange Street by Joanne Rocklin
- TEEN LIT: Why We Broke Up by Daniel Handler and Maira Kalman
Saturday, April 21, 2012
A Special Offer on the Not Pulitzers
Friday, April 20, 2012
March's Apple-a-Month pick: New Finnish Grammar

I've been a bookseller long enough to know that this book is going to be a tough sell. As memorable and heartbreaking a novel as any I've read in recent memory, New Finnish Grammar is saddled with both a dry title and unassuming packaging. It's unlikely that either of these things are going to grab a hold of you the way the extraordinary story hidden inside of this book will; you'd be forgiven for passing the book by, as I did for months. (Finland? Grammar? I'll stick with Fifty Shades of Gray, thanks.) But, when I finally gave in to the nagging voice that insists I read a certain book, I found myself caught up in a heartbreaking story about a man with no memory, no language and no homeland. Narrated in an earnest, straightforward voice, New Finnish Grammar manages nonetheless to speak to profound questions of identity and meaning, all while remaining as compelling as The English Patient.
Monday, April 16, 2012
A Rare, Brave Story
I can't post my usual light musings because I just read Escape from Camp 14: One Man's Remarkable Odyssey from North Korea to Freedom in the West, reporter Blaine Harden's story of a young man's torture in, and escape from, a North Korean prison labor camp.
There’s no lyrical levity to lighten up this insider account. It’s a graphic and straightforward reporting of Shin Dong-Hyuk’s starvation, torture by sadistic guards, watching family members executed, a classmate beaten to death, and Shin’s mental anguish after his escape.
There’s some competition, I realize, for what nation’s citizens live the most harrowing lives of deprivation and degradation. But, it seems little media light has been shed on the horrifying inhumanity occurring within North Korea’s grey fields visible on satellite imagery.
The US intelligence community is aware of North Korea’s estimated 200,000 prison camp slavery victims. I appeal to US Defense Secretary Leon Panetta (if he’s reading this) to hold the Kim regime accountable for its atrocities.
Though I know this sentiment will contradict our official snarky vantage in this progressive urban vacuum, but reading Shin’s experience made me grateful to be American (despite our country’s own inequities, including with criminal justice and incarceration).
I urge Panetta and anyone not conversant in the reality above the DMZ, outside the Stalinist sound stage of Pyongyang, to read Escape from Camp 14.






