Spring 2003 (Vol. IV, No. 1) Table of Contents
- President’s Message
- Global Book Town Independent Booksellers
- Trances That Heal: Rites, Rituals and Brain Chemicals
- For Love or Money?
- Mystery Novel Characters: Often Miscast for Films, TV
- Producing Your Own Newsletter
- Pitspopany Press
- Stanford Libraries Create Saroyan Prize for Writers
- The Quiet Revolution: The Expansion of the Used Book Market ©
- Good ethics are good business (but don’t forget your margins)
- Books at Auction
- Constant Change – Columbia Books
- English Teacher Efforts To Interest Teens in Books, Reading
- The Future of Used Bookselling – An Observation
- Never Mind The Book, How’s The Cover?
- Ephemeral Assays – the Paper Trail
- Miami Book Fair International
- The 2002 Oregon Antiquarian Book Fair
- OP MAGAZINE: A New Book Magazine
- Here’s A Clue For Mystery Fans: Left Coast Crime 2003 Opens Feb. 27
- L.A. Festival of Books Set for April 25-27
- Bookseller Monthly
- From the Editor
- Hot Links: Women in the Book Trade
- IOBA Q & A Column
- PDA’s In Bookselling
- A Weighty Subject
- Interview of Robert Westbrook, Author
- Review: Sic Ravings
- secondhandbooks.org: buy and sell books online for FREE!
- Chrislands Online Bookstores
- Biblio.com Announcement
A review of SIC Magazine, the world’s only magazine devoted to mockery of books, bookselling and the culture of books: a miscellany of bookish jokes, bad puns, fingerpointing, stories & satire.
Spring 2003 and Winter 2002 now available. Cost is $6.25 each ppd US, Cash, Check, Paypal, MC, Visa, Amex. Published by J. Godsey Booksellers, 14 Pleasant St., Methuen, MA 01844, 978-725-0073, firstname.lastname@example.org.
By: Stephen Windwalker
If there is an ordinary experience of reading, especially in this age of fragmented days and the hyper-saturation of cheap cultural stimuli, it is the experience of reading on the run. A dustjacket here, an article there, here a newspaper headline, there an email message … we may resist, but we are driven by many forces, few of them truly friendly, to read “for information” as if our lives and livelihoods depended on it.
This type of reading experience could not be more different than the experience that taught me to love reading: the invitation to enter a world made whole and full of wonder by a deity named L. Frank Baum or John R. Tunis or Ralph Ellison or George Eliot. The fiber and rigor and texture of these planned escapes made them well worth the cost of whatever I might miss in the experiential foreground of my life, and sooner or later I discovered that the form and even the occasional polemical excesses of these works of wonder had the power to inform my own living, in ways both serious and frivolous.
While I long for such transforming experiences among the too many competing claims that close in on me these days, I do not expect to find them very often, and least of all in magazines. A magazine, after all, is just a magazine. And more often than not magazines are part of the problem, petty parcels in the relentless flow of informational sewage that neither transforms nor illuminates.
So it took special resolve to send in my $6.25 one day late last year for the first issue of SIC. My resolve had been forged through regular reading of the “IOBA Monday Item” internet columns penned by SIC’s founder, editor, and publisher, J Godsey, Bookseller. I had a sense of what to expect.
SIC has delivered what I hoped for, and more. The first issue was great stuff, and the next even better. We are blessed to have a colleague among us who can so deftly and with such stunning humor make literature of the daily experience — banalities and bathos and all — of the bookseller’s life.
Literature? I use the word advisedly, because what Godsey does in the full body of her work including her magazine and her Monday item and even the occasional snarky message board post, is to create a world of bulls-eye verisimilitude every bit as worthy of the printed or digitalized page as the worlds of Sue Miller’s mother-daughter dyads or Salinger’s adolescent chatter or William H. Gass’ wide and happy protagonist. It may or may not a fictive world; by my lights it seems a bit of both.
As booksellers and bibliophiles, it is a world we feel we know so well that in a reverie of recognition we claim it for our own. But in truth it is J. Godsey’s world, God help her, and lest we blaspheme and forget her omnipotent place as its she-deity, she takes it upon herself every few paragraphs to come upside our head with biting irony or to split our sides with the kind of humor that not only makes us laugh out loud in the moment but also awakens us, cackling inexplicably, in the middle of the night.
As one who ever so earnestly operates a do-good bookselling website and who observes the many helpful if rather dull contributions of important and self-important bookselling experts in message board posts as well as in periodicals and in books such as my own dry tomes, I am immensely pleased that there is at least one among us who could care less about being helpful, and thereby probably provides more meaningful help than all the rest of us combined. I hope and trust that she will be cashing my checks, and yours, for many years to come.
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