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Black Clock 16 Launch at The Last Bookstore

moody1Last Sunday, writers and readers alike convened at downtown L.A.’s The Last Bookstore to celebrate the much-anticipated release of Black Clock 16. Located in an old bank building fit with tall columns, dim lighting and an arched ceiling, the cathedral-like Last Bookstore hosts a massive collection of new and used books and vinyl records (many for as cheap as $1!) that requires seriously superhuman strength not to peruse for hours on end. What’s more, with such artful installations as its eerie flying typewriter sculpture and a walk-through tunnel made of books, The Last Bookstore offered Black Clock the perfect setting in which to launch its dystopic Issue No. 16. As KCRW’s Michael Silverblatt put it to the crowd on Sunday: “This is an entire issue of how we’re falling apart. Here at The Last Bookstore we can come together and not fall apart.”

Seats filled quickly and stragglers settled for standing room only as Black Clock Editor Steve Erickson took the stage to present the night’s readers. Up first was Claire Phillips (author of Black Market Babies and a previous contributor to Black Clock 15) reading the entirety of her short yet impactful story “Tubular,” a science fiction piece set in a disturbingly familiar, near-future Los Angeles which has succumbed to mass societal collapse after the 2010 B.P. oil spill. Attendees on Sunday listened intently as Phillips’ characters navigated their strange, new landscape with necessary wit and numbness, even in the face of 10-foot “land-faring mutant worms.”

Next was The Contortionist’s Handbook and Dermaphoria author Craig Clevenger, who read an excerpt from his short story “Chicken Wire” while clad in a pair of snakeskin cowboy boots. Also set in and around Los Angeles, “Chicken Wire” tells the ominously humorous story of Jimmy Wynn, a failed metal band guitarist turned cab driver who spends most of his time in the Mojave desert begging his rough-and-tumble customers to pay their fares. Fans should look out for Six Finger Films’ “Smoke & Mirrors,” a short written by Clevenger and based on a chapter of his current novel-in-progress, scheduled for release later this year.

Last in the line-up was Rick Moody, author of The Ice Storm and most recently, On Celestial Music: And Other Adventures in Listening. Before reading, Moody took a moment to affectionately warn the audience, “If you happen to be of the Red State persuasion, you might want to go get coffee now.” This turned out to be good advice in the end: Moody read from his latest piece of nonfiction, entitled “Election Diary 2012” and chock full of unforgettable, fiery opinions regarding our country’s most recent presidential election race. Last Sunday’s listeners were especially tickled by his November 25, 2011 entry, in which Moody engages in a lengthy imagining of Newt Gingrich wearing diapers.

As the event came to a close, attendees mingled with the night’s readers and Black Clock staff in the relaxed atmosphere of The Last Bookstore’s main floor before slowly filtering out onto the twilit streets of downtown L.A. It was a night that proved truly surreal. Just like the issue it celebrated.

 

By Adriana Widdoes
an Editorial Assistant for Black Clock and an MFA Writing candidate at CalArts

Pop-Hop: The evolution of the bookstore at its finest

As a writer and a reader there’s something I can’t/won’t/refuse to shake, and that’s a good bookstore. With the threat of e-books taking over as the popular form of publication, I tremble with rage at the thought that we might lose my favorite kind of business.

When I first moved to Los Angeles in 2008 I found it incredibly difficult to locate a good bookstore. I went so far as to follow half complete directions to a used bookstore somewhere between Malibu and some hills only to find it had been dissolved years before. Do you know that disappointment? Does it permeate your city too? I blame the Internet, I think it goes out of its way to forget bookstores still exist. I’m sure it’s intentional, and I hope someone more versed in conspiracy theory is already on this, because I don’t really have the time.

However, in spite of the Internet’s selective memory, I’ve managed to locate bookstores here and there throughout the last four years. From The Last Bookstore downtown to Iliad Bookshop in North Hollywood, the book business is hanging in there. Then there are the special places that are doing more than hanging in there, that are making their own distinct presence known by building a community, and one of those places is Pop-Hop Books & Print, “[a] bookshop, print studio & salon in the Highland Park neighborhood of Los Angeles”.

If you haven’t been to Pop-Hop yet, well shame on you, but really, you should make the trip. Recently opened in May 2012 by friends Robey Clark and Sarah Balcomb, Pop-Hop is what I dream my home library will look like someday. Sturdy shelves installed by friends line the right side of this narrow, long, and high ceilinged space. The shop gives off an air of clean and clear purpose. The white walls contrast with what might look like items from your grandmother’s attic. At first glance, to the non-bookish eye, the books and items gracing these shelves don’t seem all that special – mostly used, with a handful of newer books, and scattered lost objects. But these shelves are weighed down by something very specific. Love. Sarah loves books, you can see it in the way she has carefully chosen, organized, and alphabetized her shop, and in the little color coordinated display that lingers by the register. First editions pop up every other grab. Lovingly read books creak open to show you their unique stories and odd photos. You’ll find cookbooks, children’s stories both old and new, psychology and social science books, fiction, non-fiction, local handmade books, and maybe even something as unusual as an instruction book on the best ways to kiss a woman: titled The Art of Kissing (copyright 1936, reprinted in 1988).

This last example is why I have a particular affinity for Pop-Hop. I’m a person who will pick up old communist manifestos and books from the 1900s on how to learn Esperanto, and at Pop-Hop, Sarah displays this same affinity for the odd and rare little book. If you’re looking for a surprising read, or a gift for the book loving person in your life, Pop-Hop is the place to go.

You should also swing by if you’re looking for that yard sale item that’s escaped you, or fun handmade art by local artists. Scattered around the shelves, bits of scrap art mingle with very precious French mugs, and it’s not at all unusual to see very small screen-printing screens acting as bookends. Another aspect to the Pop-Hop shop is its screen-printing studio run by Robey. The walls are hung with bags, t-shirts, and baby clothes that were all screen-printed in house. They run weekend workshops where you can learn to screen print, or make a handmade book. Also on weekends they host story times for kids as well as readings and music performances open to the public, and participate in the NELA bi-weekly art walk. Basically their feet aren’t just wet, they’re soaked from all the activities they’ve both started and become involved with in only the first year of their existence. They’ve created an inviting open space where everyone is welcome, and they’re flourishing.

I appreciate what Pop-Hop does, that they’re helping to keep the printed book circulating and doing it with verve. Their unique and constant interaction with their neighborhood is creating a community, and a community with an appreciation for books and art. A community with this kind of appreciation isn’t going to let a place like Pop-Hop slip away in the oncoming storm of electronic books. Pop-Hop is a lesson in the adaptability of the bookstore, and it’s a lesson I hope other aspiring bookstore owners can pick up, make their own, and run with.

 

By Jessica Marie Felleman
an Associate Editor for Black Clock and an MFA Writing candidate at CalArts.