Just got these new t-shirts of the original Arkham House editions of HP Lovecraft’s Tales of the Cthulhu Mythos from Out of Print!
Our first batch of shirts from Miles To Go Clothing are here!!!
– William Blake: The Tyger (limited edition!)
– Hunter S. Thompson: Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
– Charles Darwin: Origin of the Species
– Jean-Paul Sarte: No Exit (limited edition)
– Haruki Murakami: Kafka on the Shore
– Ray Bradbury: The Illustrated Man
How excited are we about the new cometbus? So. Excited.
Love this photo/note from some happy Logos customers. “One of my treasures of 2014 was buying a signed Merle Travis record from you guys. You let us bring our mutt, Cowboy, in the other day…have a great holiday ahead, see you in 2015!” Sing it, Cowboy! Happy Holidays, and come see us for any last minute gifts you need!
When you have been in business for 45 years, you expect that you have seen just about everything that can happen in your store.
But the universe keeps some goodies in its back pocket, and early Saturday, about 1:30 in the morning, a motorcyclist and his bike crashed through the front window of Logos. No human was hurt, but a display table and a couple of hundred books met their demise. They will be mourned.
Just a few choice photos follow…
Stories and illustrations of “The Endangered Bookstores of New York,” courtesy of The New Yorker.
Fall weather got you admiring the landscape? Check out the Boston Pops’ “Grand Canyon Suite” on audiophile vinyl, for a lovely musical interpretation of American topography.
We’ve got a fresh batch of 33 1/3 books in, including Jonathan Lethem on Talking Heads’ Fear of Music and Geeta Dayal on Brian Eno’s Another Green World.
Logos is proud to celebrate our 45th Anniversary this month! Thank you all for your support throughout the years. Here’s to the next four decades…and then some!
David Mitchell’s newest novel The Bone Clocks will feel familiar in many ways to readers of his previous books, and especially to readers of Cloud Atlas. In Cloud Atlas, as many will remember, Mitchell provides an ascending series of first halves of stories, a single “keystone” story at the center which is complete, followed by the second halves of the incomplete stories in descending order. It’s been 10 years since I read it, but the experience stands out in my memory. Each nested story deepens and amplifies the others. The audacious structure that might have been the ill-advised gimmick of a lesser writer is a sturdy and dazzling latticework of bright prose. As a young reader, I remember feeling stunned by this accomplishment. The Bone Clocks is in a sense the continuation of what Mitchell began in Cloud Atlas, alloying the absurd and the quotidian in the same crucible by marrying a prodigiously fertile imagination with a clear and robust literary talent.
Many readers will be familiar with Tove Jansson’s name for her most cherished creations, the plump, hippopotamus-like Moomins. Curious but often a bit shy, adventurous but beloved of cozy domesticity, and most of all, happy and free, the Moomins and their friends live in a world charged with the same bright energy as a memory of childhood. As in childhood, when everything is fresh and unprecedented, everything can be extraordinary, from the most mundane to the most significant. Jansson was deeply attuned to this way of viewing everyday events throughout her life, and it imbues her artwork with an honesty and clarity that is unparalleled.
It can – and does – happen, dealing in books every day, that a gem may pass through one’s hands without being recognized. A wonderful book, especially an older book, may not necessarily call much attention to itself. Damaged paper wrappers, stains, foxed and badly-cut pages, faded gilding, loose hinges and sun-damaged spines; all these and more can not only reduce a book’s value, but also conceal what it might contain from the less-than-vigilant browser. But many of the most special books we at Logos see are in this, or a similar, condition.
Nowadays books are packaged, like anything else, to appeal to particular demographic markets. To my eye, they are often flashy, with gimmicky graphic design strategies and supermarket-tabloid colors and arrangements. Like anything else, sometimes this marketing turns out okay and sometimes it’s dreadful, even intolerable. Maybe that seems to be putting it a bit strongly, but books are very important to me, and I tend to take it personally when I see the essential dignity of books being undermined (and the intelligence of their readers being insulted) by cheap but dazzling visual flapdoodle. I admit that I judge books by their covers without shame, and did so even before it was part of my job. With newer books, I believe there is little or no risk involved in this kind of snap judgment; these books announce, unsolicited, what they’re all about, who they are and aren’t for, and, in my opinion, whether or not they are worth your time. With older books, it’s a bit different; they hide in plain sight rather than drawing attention. Even at their most extravagant they often exhibit a dignified reserve; satisfied, it seems, to rest their reputation on their contents rather than their appearance alone, however luxurious. This is how a gem may pass through ones hands without being recognized and given its due. Continue Reading