I’ve pretty much always had cats. There was one point when the Jesus Lizard guys all lived together, and our landlord wouldn’t allow us to have a cat. So we had a life-size cardboard cutout of a cat that we named “Toody,” being….two-dimensional. Outside of that, I think I’ve pretty much always had cats. David and I had cats when we were roommates. Hugh, Spacemonkey, and Orson. Tweedle-Do. David. There was one we got when David Sims and I were roommates, and we got this cat, and he was great. But we couldn’t figure out what to name him. Our friend Becky goes, “Um….David?” So we had a cat named David.
Newcity’s Steve Gadlin review COPYCAT: AND A LITTER OF OTHER CATS, David Yow’s hilarious book of cat cartoon portraits, with some cat drawings of his own!
Ernest Hemingway said it was awfully easy to be hardboiled during the day, but I think Sam Spade and Philip Marlowe would beg to differ. Those cats and their brethren found trouble no matter where the sun was in the sky, and their sixth senses for sin are why we still love them and think they’re cool over a half century later. Noir literature was, of course, also the basis for some of the most beautifully shot and persistantly hip films known to man, and, thanks to some presses with excellent taste, books full of those iconic images are now stocked on our shelves. Because of its morally and stylistically complex exploration of the darkest sides of modern life, noir literature and film have also spawned a whole field of criticism. Anyway, in the wake of noir femme fatale Lauren Bacall’s death, and inspired by the sultry Chicago summer, here’s a collection of some of our finest offerings in noir fiction, criticism, and art, from curbsidesplendor, akashicbooks, overlookpress, versobooks and more. Bang, bang.
Complete list/ordering info here.
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Part of Akashic’s Kaylie Jones Books imprint.
Terminally diagnosed with Huntington’s disease as a child, Kade gave up on living a productive existence. He spent most of his time preparing for the Primal Age, even though he knew the end of the world wouldn’t happen in his shortened lifetime.
In Kade’s twenties, the United States is being ravaged by the Feline Flu. After the Flu hits pandemic levels, a vaccine is released to the public. Viewed as the last chance to stop the virus, over ninety percent of the population receives the vaccine within a single day.
The vaccine takes on a life of its own and deprives the recipients of their higher functions, leaving them with only their primal urges. These bloodthirsty monsters become known as foamers because of the red foam that forms around their mouths when they hunt.
As the world as he knows it descends into the Primal Age, Kade finds that he is not only useful, but is expected to lead other survivors. His group is constantly assaulted by foamers and a warmongering paramilitary unit. In an unrelenting fight for their lives, his group is forced to redefine humanity in a world without law.
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CultureHISTORY: The Ferguson Protests - #NMOS14
In light of Mike Brown’s murder, and the police occupation of Ferguson, something extraordinary is happening. With the help of #BlackTwitter, social media, the spotlight of national attention and the impassioned citizens of Ferguson, a protest movement is taking shape and it is important to bear witness.
First there was the #IfTheyGunnedMeDown thread which was reported in the NY Times & LA Times, the #DontShoot thread of photos (some above), and tomorrow a National Moment of Silence across the country for the victims of police brutality.
Thursday, August 14th – #NMOS14 - 4:00P (PT) / 6:00P (CT) / 7:00P (ET). Check cities/location here.
The issue of police brutality against communities of color is a decades-old problem. But with new technology, everyone has access to more information and these cases are getting more attention. Plus, in the last four weeks, four unarmed black men have been killed by policemen across the country. Along with Mike Brown in St. Louis, Eric Garner in New York, John Crawford in Dayton, OH and Ezell Ford in L.A. Yes, it’s time for a movement.
What transpired in the streets appeared to be a kind a municipal version of shock and awe; the first wave of flash grenades and tear gas had played as a prelude to the appearance of an unusually large armored vehicle, carrying a military-style rifle mounted on a tripod. The message of all of this was something beyond the mere maintenance of law and order: it’s difficult to imagine how armored officers with what looked like a mobile military sniper’s nest could quell the anxieties of a community outraged by allegations regarding the excessive use of force. It revealed itself as a raw matter of public intimidation.