Seattle City of Literature: Reflections from a Community of Writers
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This bookish history of Seattle includes essays, history and personal stories from such literary luminaries as Frances McCue, Tom Robbins, Garth Stein, Rebecca Brown, Jonathan Evison, Tree Swenson, Jim Lynch, and Sonora Jha among many others. Timed with Seattle’s bid to become the second US city to receive the UNESCO designation as a City of Literature, this deeply textured anthology pays homage to the literary riches of Seattle. Strongly grounded in place, funny, moving, and illuminating, it lends itself both to a close reading and to casual browsing, as it tells the story of books, reading, writing, and publishing in one of the nation's most literary cities.
another, she interpreted the recurring dream that had sent me sleepwalking through my house for years. She made a metaphor that shot through me like a revelation. If we’d been cast in a made-for-TV movie, there would’ve been a flash of lightning to punctuate it. I didn’t hear anything she said after that. I have no idea what she wrote in the book she signed for me. Here’s what I do know: I never had the dream after that night. Never, ever. Not even once. Now try to tell me that’s not spooky. One
“See those glass walls?” I said to my frightened, unpaid staff. “Pick one and don’t let anyone walk through it.” The next sixty minutes were a blur. The directors didn’t try to talk calmly with Venue Guy this time. They looked at the new pile of glass on the carpet and said, “We’ll get the checkbook.” More giant brooms appeared from the janitorial closet, and more plywood came from somewhere. Patrons approaching the venue from the street saw volunteers in matching T-shirts strung between the
asked questions in Japanese, including some who didn’t appear Japanese. Others, who might have been Japanese, going by appearance, asked questions in English. The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle would be the book of Murakami’s that finally took off in the United States. Sales for Elliott Bay clearly went through the roof, but reviews and word of mouth picked up a momentum that has not abated with the books and years since. Having hosted Haruki Murakami in that packed, overflowing basement space when he
of our vintage costumes (this was before Mad Men), the clamor of our communiqués, and the electric pounding thrum of typewriters—but what was cranked out of our colorful machine was intimate, subversive, tactile, and person-to-person. Sarah Paul Ocampo: Participants had the choice of selecting a poem title we had typed and filed in a card catalogue, or they could write their own title. No title would ever be repeated. Each of us contributed to the poem—there was no pattern or routine for who
met her at the opening reception of a writers’ conference. In the crowded room, people were stealing glances at the figure near the door and asking, “Who is that?” Self-described in “So Big: An Essay on Size,” Kizer noted, “I’m something over 5′10″ in my bare feet, and I look … like a road-company Valkyrie.” Though the woman who appeared at the reception looked nothing like the author photo of Kizer’s much younger self that she’d recently sent Copper Canyon Press, I recognized the regal command