Musings | Book Barmy

Hello, Bookstore

Hello Bookstore is a documentary that won’t appeal to everyone – only if ~~ (check all that apply):

___ You are barmy about books.

___ You like bookish people

___ You cherish quirky, independent bookstores

___ You adore people who talk about books

___ You admire booksellers who know & love their books

___ You want to follow a bookstore through good & bad times.

I rented this wonderful film after my sister sent me a review from the Boston Globe, and then upon reading this review in the The New York Times:

Matthew Tannenbaum’s reading voice beckons. Which may be a funny thing to remark upon given that we see his face nearly nonstop in “Hello, Bookstore.” Then again, the documentary about this bookstore owner, directed by A.B. Zax, is a tribute to the love of reading and the pleasures of a smartly stocked bookstore. Tannenbaum’s fondness for his store and its wares is a beautiful thing to behold, even at its most vulnerable.

The film is dedicated to a bookshop simply called ‘The Bookstore’ in Lenox, Massachusetts and its owner, Matthew Tannenbaum. The viewer is a fly on the shelf (as the NY Times called it) inside the bookstore and shadowing Mr. Tannenbaum before, during, and after, the pandemic.

We watch as Tannenbaum conducts curbside business through his closed glass door, loudly asking; “What are you looking for?”, and fulfilling orders by having customers read him their credit card numbers, but also conducting his business as usual — telling a customer; “oh I have just the one [book] for you.” Then turns to the camera; “That’s so much fun.”

The director started this project in 2019 before before the pandemic, so the documentary is interspersed with normal bookstore activity before and after the closure. We see regular customers who come to shop for books and sit at the in-store wine bar, delightfully named Get Lit.

Mr. Tannenbaum tells of his first job at the Gotham Book Mart and how he wanted to work there as soon as he smelled the books and heard the timeworn wooden floors creak (a comrade! I said to the TV screen..).

He interrupts the interview to nod towards a customer; “Look at that smile, he’s found a book.”

In another scene, Mr. Tannenbaum recommends a book to a customer, saying; “My bookmark never had a chance.” Then when (again through the closed front door) a customer can’t remember which book it was she wanted from the current NY Times best-seller list, he goes and gets his copy of the paper and passes it out to her.

An older gentleman customer comes in after the pandemic seeking the books he ordered six months prior and after Mr. Tannenbaum conducts a long search behind the counter, the customer realizes he had already brought them home and leaves….”successful transaction!”, says our bookseller.

There is a short segment on the Bookstore’s struggles during the pandemic and a successful GoFundMe campaign, but the focus of the film is the books, customers, and Mr. Tannenbaum himself.

The camera also catches Mr. Tannenbaum sitting down to read to us from his favorite books or poetry during which he does with great joy. And he ends one session choking up and saying; “Fiction is how I see the world — I don’t run away from the world.”.

This is a bibliophile’s cult film and, as I said, not for everyone. See questions above. As you can tell, I truly enjoyed it. Perfect viewing for hot sleepy night in front of the air conditioner (or a cool, foggy one out HERE) It will cost you $5.99 to stream it on Amazon Prime and/or YouTube (I will gladly send the funds to anyone who can’t afford that.)

I laughed out loud at the closing scene ~~ a customer says to Mr. Tannenbaum;

“I see what you do. You are surrounded by all the things you love in the world and the only thing that interrupts you is people trying to give you money”.

If you follow us here at Book Barmy ~~ I ask, how can you resist?

Posted by BookBarmy on Jul 16, 2022 in Book Reviews, Musings

Karl the Fog

It’s summer here in San Francisco and we have our typical fog and more fog. (The above was taken on a walk during the afternoon a few days ago.) While it’s rather nice to wake up to the sound of fog horns (good excuse to cuddle back under the duvet for a bit) and delightful to go to sleep with that soothing sound – I must admit the fog does get tiresome for us residents. We have even given the fog a name – Karl — but more on that later.

For our tourists, the summers here are a big – really big – surprise. Even though we warn them, they don’t believe us and come out with get this – shorts and tee-shirts! Such tourists are dubbed blue legs — as their legs turn blue when hanging from the cable cars. The vendors down at Fisherman’s Wharf fund their children’s education from selling overpriced San Francisco jackets and sweatshirts to teeth-chattering visitors.

Now remember our fog is named Karl and he has a Twitter account with many, many followers. A great topic of conversation here is “what has Karl said lately?” — as Karl’s a big joker.

One of the favorites was on 4/20, when the city has its annual cannabis celebration in Golden Gate Park:

It’s hard to tell where the clouds in Golden Gate Park end and I begin. “Today’s high: everyone in San Francisco.”

But Karl disappeared, not the fog, but the Twitter feed for the last two years…leaving us all scratching our heads. But then, earlier this year the San Francisco Chronicle published this:

After a two year-long social media hiatus, San Francisco’s unofficial weather mascot Karl the Fog rolled back into Twitter.
“Oh, hey down there. I know it’s been a while, so hope you still recognize me (I put on a few metric tons over the last two years),” tweeted Karl.
“Moved in with my parents in Point Reyes at the start of the pandemic. The free rent was great, but nothing beats hanging 6ft away from you.”
Karl the Fog has been a part of San Francisco since his Twitter account first appeared in 2010. The anonymous user behind the parody account has tweeted over 10,000 times and has amassed a following of around 344,700 fog joke lovers.
What caused Karl’s account to go quiet for more than two years wasn’t immediately clear. A message seeking comment was not immediately returned.
“All that is sunny does not glitter,” reads Karl’s Twitter bio. “Not all those in the fog are lost.”

(excerpted from the San Francisco Chronicle)

So while you may be suffering from heat and humidity, maybe it helps to think of us out here bundled up in the gloomy fog.

Posted by BookBarmy on Jul 9, 2022 in Musings

Escapist Reading

I ran across this quote from Neil Gaiman last evening, and had to share. I often try reading more ‘realistic’ current fiction. But inevitably, I come back to my comfort, escapist reading.

Fiction can show you a different world. It can take you somewhere you’ve never been. Once you’ve visited other worlds, like those who ate fairy fruit, you can never be entirely content with the world that you grew up in. Discontent is a good thing: discontented people can modify and improve their worlds, leave them better, leave them different.

And while we’re on the subject, I’d like to say a few words about escapism. I hear the term bandied about as if it’s a bad thing. As if ‘escapist’ fiction is a cheap opiate used by the muddled and the foolish and the deluded, and the only fiction that is worthy, for adults or for children, is mimetic fiction, mirroring the worst of the world the reader finds herself in. If you were trapped in an impossible situation, in an unpleasant place, with people who meant you ill, and someone offered you a temporary escape, why wouldn’t you take it?

And escapist fiction is just that: fiction that opens a door, shows the sunlight outside, gives you a place to go where you are in control, are with people you want to be with (and books are real places, make no mistake about that); and more importantly, during your escape, books can also give you knowledge about the world and your predicament, give you weapons, give you armor: real things you can take back into your prison. Skills and knowledge and tools you can use to escape for real. As J.R.R. Tolkien reminded us, the only people who inveigh against escape are jailers.

Posted by BookBarmy on Jun 30, 2022 in Musings

Perhaps we have a problem here…

As you know, I am Barmy about books.

But it just became clear to me that I may have specific issues.

Yesterday I was trying to remember a book I’d read about a bookshop — or was it a library?

Hmmmm? I did a search on my kindle and discovered all these titles. Many were given to me by publishers, others I purchased or have on my library list to borrow. Some look good – others cheesy- all are mine — and ready to be read.

Apparently, I have a ~~addiction~~ predilection for books about bookshops and libraries.

Houston, we have issues …

Posted by BookBarmy on Apr 18, 2022 in Book Reviews, Musings

Birthday and a book

As followers of this blog know, every year for my birthday, Husband takes me to the San Francisco Flower Mart where I get to run rampant and buy flowers. Husband gamely follows me to pay for and carry my purchases. This lovely tradition started many years ago and it’s the only present I want from Husband. He likes it too, as there’s no pressure to find or wrap a present that he’s never sure about.

Sadly, Covid shut down the flower mart for my last two birthdays — but now it’s back! I practically skipped through the huge warehouse — lowering my mask to sniff and smell along the way.

With the wholesale prices I am able to select numerous bunches for less than one bouquet from a florist.

They get wrapped in newspaper – nothing fancy.

But the best part is I get to spend the rest of the morning arranging my flowers to my content.

I especially enjoy the tulips – one of my favorite flowers.

I wish you could smell this heaven that is in my house right now on this grey, rainy day.

Now about the book.

I just finished this and having a struggle writing up my thoughts…stay tuned.

I have to go now and smell the flowers.

Posted by BookBarmy on Apr 14, 2022 in Musings

Another Anniversary

Husband and I had our anniversary a few days ago – 43 years — if that can be possible. We decided to get away, but not far. We went to Point Reyes which is only an hour northwest of us, but seems like further. We can actually see the lighthouse on a clear day from our house…that’s how close it is.

With apologies to readers on the East coast, we had beautiful weather.