Six Word Review
Can you sum up a great novel like War and Peace in just six words? How about The Lord of the Rings? Or better yet,
Remembrance of Things Past. Proust worked on it for 13 years. Can you sum it up in less than half as many words?
Here's my take on the LOTR: Owner seeks ring, reward upon return.
Here is Jacob's take on Preacher, the graphic novel series: God abandons us, Preacher replaces God.
Post your own pithy review!
Stop by Imagine and add your own photo!
There is a wonderful article about Imagine by Roy Bragg this week in the San Antonio Express-News.
There is something about a rainy day and bookstores. The darker it is outside, the more Imagine shines. It is not just a matter of
illumination. A bookstore is Hemingway’s Clean, Well-Lighted Place. The coffee just finished brewing and Jonah Jones is on the turntable. I think of all those people imprisoned in windowless offices, dreaming of release. Not a day goes by I don’t thank my lucky stars for this gig. Spinning great wax, repairing the hinge on a turn of the century book of farmland ballads, sipping Joe… nice work if you can get it, very nice indeed. Even on days like this, when few people will brave the deluge to come out to Imagine, it’s still great being here. There is always work to do, and, once in a while, there’s time to get a little reading in. I find this in a 1926 copy of Emerson’s essays:
"Dream delivers us to dream, and there is no end to illusion. Life is a train of moods like a string of beads, and, as we pass through them, they prove to be many-colored lenses which paint the world their own hue, and each only shows what lies in its own focus. From the mountain you see the mountain. We animate what we can, and see only what we animate. Nature
and books belong to the eyes that see them. It depends on the mood of the man whether he shall see the sunset or the fine poem."
So, today, sitting alone in this lonely bookstore, watching the rain fall and listening to the thunder rumble, I choose to look
through my lens at the wonder that every bookstore is, the brightly illuminated shelves that radiate the solace of words.