SFist Reads

Glowing piece in Inc. aside, we hear that Kepler's may be in trouble again. Folks, when you can, please support your local bookstores. Sure, we all gotta Amazon sometimes, but don't forget to send some money the way of the bookstores in our community, or all we'll be left with is a bunch of Borders and Barnes and Nobles.

SFist Jackson is anxiously awaiting the delivery to his local library branch of his reserved copies of Oakley Hall's Ambrose Bierce mysteries. And buying copies for friends laid up in the hospital, and calling up other historical pulp fans, and generally being a late convert but devout evangelist. He's only read a snatch at the bookstore, but is already hooked. Ambrose Bierce. In 1870's San Francisco. Solving f**king crimes in high style! How did he miss this? Thomas Pynchon is a fan of the series, and that dude shuns society! SFist Jackson is so out of the literary loop.

SFist Eve has just started SFist Rita recommended Money: A Memoir, and is freaked the f**k out. Rita didn't warn her that the book begins with the author (San Franciscan Liz Perle) leaving New York and joining her husband in Singapore, only to be rebuffed and sent back to the States with only her luggage, young son, and $1500 bucks. Eve's assuming that things get better, since Perle found a way to afford living here, but an opening like that makes Eve so glad that she took her mother's frequent warning that "you can't expect some guy to just come along to take care of you" to heart.