Travel by book. It’s the only hope most of us have to go globetrotting and see places we’ve dreamed of, always feared, or never even heard of. In Chronicle of San Gabriel, Julio Ramon Ribeyro will take you to a Peru you never knew existed. Based on his own experience, this fictional work recounts one 15-year-old boy’s trip with his skirt-chasing, ever-drinking uncle to visit relatives in the mountains of Peru. The world he discovers there at the family hacienda is like nothing he could have fathomed.

The hacienda of San Gabriel is more of a pit stop, being the only place along the way for travelers to rest for the night and get a home cooked meal and perhaps a few too many adult beverages. While a large number of rebellious cousins and quarreling aunts and uncles call it home, others drift in and out causing a constantly changing series of interactions between contrasting people in the middle of nowhere – a sort of mini galaxy.

I couldn’t help but draw comparisons between Chronicle of San Gabriel and one of my favorite books The Magic Mountain by Thomas Mann. In both instances, you have an unusual group of people placed together in a remote location. Both groups form their own hierarchies, smaller groups, etc. as people are prone to do. But in Chronicle of San Gabriel, the outcome is more wild, passionate, and even sometimes lawless than the mostly-European group in The Magic Mountain. Oh, would I love to sit down and talk with someone else who has read both! This could consume the better part of an afternoon.

If you’d like to win your own copy of this fascinating book, I have one to give away. As usual, there are three ways to enter: 1.) Subscribe to this blog to be entered into this and all future giveaways here. 2.) Leave a comment telling me what intrigues you about this book (something more than “Sounds good” is kindly requested). 3.) Post a link back to this giveaway on your blog. Or do all three, and you have three entries. The winner will be drawn on April 3, 2008, at 12noon EST. (Please enter themommyspot(at)gmail(dot)com into your address book so you don’t miss the email telling you the book is yours.)


Since the inception of carp(e) libris reviews, I’ve had to come out of the closet with my reading habits. When I first told family and friends about my plans to review books, a common response was, “Yeah, but you’re going to have to read a lot of books to do that.” Little did they know.

Now that the blog has been up, I often get the question “Do you really read all that?” Yes, I do. I read a lot before the blog, and now that I have carp(e) libris reviews, I finally have an excuse. I read every last book you see reviewed here, cover to cover. The scary part is, I read more than what you see listed here. In fact, I started reviewing books on my other blog dkMommy Spot, and I still do reviews and giveaways there as well. Then there are the books I got for Christmas, the herbs and natural remedy books I read for dkMommy Spot, the magazine subscriptions that come to the house, the cereal boxes, etc. (You can see a lot of those at LibraryThing.)

I suppose now you’re wondering how I have time, especially if you already know I have a little boy who is almost two, and who refuses to sit still for more than 24 seconds, which as far as I know, is the record. I think in the past two months I have probably watched about 20 minutes of television. Once I surfed through the pro wrestling matches and the Spanish soap operas, I turned off the set and went back to my book. (Incidentally, if you’re looking to break the t.v. habit, have I got the book for you **plug-plug** – I’m giving one away April 2, 2008, on dkMommy Spot.)

To me, nothing is more beautiful than a big pile of unread books. If there isn’t a book within reach, I feel out of place and awkward, and in my opinion, there’s no such thing as too many books or too much time to read.

Funny thing is, if you’re here on this blog, I probably don’t sound so odd to you. I’ll bet you’ve been reading this whole post thinking, “That’s just how I am!” I’m glad you’re here. There’s this book I’ve been wanting to talk to you about…


Home Among the Swinging Stars is a brilliant collection of poems by Jaime de Angulo (1887 – 1950). His reflections of nature in the American West often feel like lyrics of Native American chants, painting images of coyotes, wild stallions, canyons and cactus. In contrast, other poems speak of the difficulties faced by Native and Latino Americans.

Having fallen in love with the desert myself, I was anxious to read these poems to see if I could recapture the feeling of being under that expansive sky, miles from anywhere. Home Among the Swinging Stars not only delivered those wished-for images, but poetry of the Big Sur and California Redwoods as well. Jaime de Angulo’s poetry feeds the imagination whether you’ve been Out West or not, also giving you a sense of the people who have lived there.

Jaime de Angulo, of Spanish descent, was born in Paris and moved to America when he was 14 years old. He lived in California, Colorado, South America, and several other locations in the U.S. and abroad, leading a rather complicated and continually evolving life, which greatly influenced his work. (If anyone is looking for a subject for writing a biography, this is one I’d love to read!) De Angulo’s writings have inspired many writers, including Jack Kerouac.

If you’d like to have your own copy of Home Among the Swinging Stars, you can enter to win one here. Subscribing to this blog automatically enters you into this and all future book giveaways. Or you may leave a comment on this post telling me what intrigues you about the book. Link to this post on your blog, and you’ll get another entry as well. I’ll choose a winner at random on March 29, 2008, at 12noon EST.

Special Note: I have TWO giveaways running right now! Normally I do one at a time, but since I misread the calendar when posting, you’ve still got time to enter to win The Edge of Europe by Pentti Saarikoski.

Home Among the Swinging Stars is published by La Alameda Press.

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I wasn’t quite sure what the title meant at first – “I’d Like”. But now I see it’s a perfect fit for these thirteen short stories with hints of longing written by Amanda Michalopoulou. Common threads loop through the stories sometimes by way of a simple object – a red beret, a porcelain cat that tends to get broken. Sometimes it’s a sentence on the weather, mentioned ever so subtly that you begin to feel a great connection between all of our stories, crisscrossing and happening simultaneously, whether past or present. Maybe someone else has the same longings as I do. They think “I’d Like…”

If you’re looking for something to move you, something that will stir in you a desire to create simply because of reading of someone else’s creation, then I’d Like is absolutely for you. The flow of the stories and the way the connections between them grow as you continue through the book is quite brilliant, giving you plenty to chew on mentally. The further the book progresses, the more you begin to “get it,” making it entertaining as well as artistic and thought provoking.

Michalopoulou’s beautifully melancholic collection was originally written in Greek and has been translated into English by Karen Emmerich. Michalopoulou is an award-winning writer with four novels, two short story collections, and several children’s books to her credit. Currently living in Athens, Greece, she also has a column in the daily Kathimerini newspaper. I’d Like will be available by Dalkey Archive Press beginning April 10, 2008.



When I posted about Small Press Month, we talked about finding something different out there in the book stacks. If you’re trying to break out of the ordinary, here’s your escape: Pentti Saarikoski’s The Edge of Europe – A Kinetic Image. Saarikoski has been gone for sometime, but this unusual work of his has just been translated into English by Anselm Hollo and published by Action Books. It feels like a stream-of-consciousness journal, and perhaps that’s just what it was. Each two to three-page entry contains wild, free-flowing prose that make you feel like you’ve got a mind-reading machine set to Saarikoski’s number.

Originally published in Finnish in 1982, The Edge of Europe was written by this most famous of Finland’s poets. In fact, Saarikoski was so popular from the late 50′s to the early 70′s that he was often called “The Blond Beatle of the North.” He was a radical, often controversial figure who maintains a following to this day.

Interestingly, The Edge of Europe was written while Saarikoski was also working on his three volumes of poetry called Trilogy, his final poetic work. Both were written as he moved throughout Europe, staying in one place until he started to feel at home, then moving on. The Edge of Europe takes the reader through Norway, Brittany, Dublin, and Stavanger, an island off the west coast of Sweden. So if you’re trying to travel the world in your readings, this book will take you to some interesting corners.

I love to encourage people to step out of their usual reading patterns and reach for something different. I’m happy to tell you that this time, I have not one, but TWO copies of The Edge of Europe for a giveaway. So leave your comment here telling me what intrigues you about the book (something more than “sounds good” is kindly requested, just to keep things interesting). As always, subscribers to carp(e) libris reviews are automatically entered to win this and all giveaways here, so make sure to sign up. The winners will be randomly selected on April 1st, 2008, 12noon EST. I promise – no April Fool’s jokes! Just two lucky winners.

Check here for complete giveaway rules.


You’re looking for something different to read, something unusual. The cookie-cutter paperbacks you’ve been reading have all started to sound the same. In a hunt for the good reads, you start perusing the bestseller lists but it’s just not what you’re searching for. Where does the hungry reader go for a good book? The kind you remember that got you reading in the first place, staying up past bedtime with a flashlight under the covers so your mom thought you were asleep.

They’re in the independent presses, that’s where. Those fantastic one-of-a-kind stories that make you want to tell people “You won’t believe what I’ve been reading!” are right there waiting to be discovered. Artistic, beautiful, heartbreaking, funny, suspenseful – the indie press has it all.

It’s Small Press Month, and although you may think I’ve forgotten, I haven’t. It’s just that I’ve got all these great books here to read, and well, time has gotten away from me as it will when you’ve got your nose buried in a book.

I knew when I started carp(e) libris reviews that I was onto something. I’ve read books by the indies before, and I started to notice a pattern – the only thing these unique books had in common were that they were uncommonly good. In fact, I wasn’t finding anything ordinary about them. And the more I’m reading books from the indies, the more I love them. I have to say that in my reading life, reviewing books for this blog has been one of the best times. (Other than that time I was holed up overseas with nothing to do and nowhere to go, with a bookstore around the corner selling English classics. Bliss.) One of the hardest parts about blogging carp(e) libris reviews is choosing which books get the Goldfish Award. I’ve been comparing fantastic with spectacular time and again.

So if you’re looking for that unique book to give you back the love of reading you remember when you first fell between the pages, don’t search in vain – search the indies.

Last week I reviewed Joe Borri’s short story collection entitled Eight Dogs Named Jack. Due to the fantastic response in that review and giveaway, I have a special follow-up interview with the author.

(e): I recently reviewed your book, and I loved it. Could you give us your description of Eight Dogs Named Jack?

JB: First of all, thank you so much for giving my work some exposure. I really appreciate that and the great interest shown on your blog. I would describe the book as an attempt to entertain an audience while leaving behind the footprints I’ve walked, from Detroit and the northern part of the state. As an avid lover of movies, stories and jokes, I’ve always been fascinated by the ability to keep an audience engaged while trying to tell a multi-layered story. I try to take what I’ve gleaned from all those stories , combine it with what I’ve dreamt and what I’ve experienced and convey it in a story. Being an artist, I think there’s an inherent want to describe many things and create visuals. I sometimes fear I overwrite or over-describe, but it’s who I am.

(e): There is great variation in the characters, from moral upright people to murderous criminals and everything in between. Where do you get your inspiration for such realistic characters?

JB: I always tell people I’m the Italian son of a Detroit cop who married a Sicilian girl whose father hated Detroit cops. That’s pretty close. I’ve always had a sick memory, remembering things in great detail from when I was 2, 3 years old. It’s kind of scary. So I always wondered why all these “sticky” memories were there. All of it sticks in my head and comes out into these amalgams of character. My father is a tremendous storyteller. Some are based on him, the more heroic, honorable ones (he’s Lou in Honest John). Many are mixtures of my wife’s uncles or cousins, my father-in-law. Some are based on hearsay; a guy knew a guy who knew a guy, that kind of thing. A lot of it is just mashing little things I’ve experienced and having some fun. It’s amazing what you can do by just observing. Part of it’s the fact that I wrote from 10 pm until 2 or 3 am. Your mind wanders pretty freely when you’re that sleep-deprived.

(e): I finished reading your book about a week ago, and many of those characters are still walking around with me, Hopper and Roman in particular. From a writer’s viewpoint, what do you think it takes to make a character memorable?

JB: I try to remember the hero myth. The presence of heroes in stories are necessary in some way or another. I’m a big Joseph Campbell fan, so much so that I quoted him in the epigraphs, which I encourage the readers to pay attention to. For me it’s relying only on their physical attributes. Believe me, I’m a raw writer at best, but I’ve tried not to rely on telling the reader too much, instead trying to show, use inference to flesh out the character, the way a filmmaker might do. I think Hopper for instance, is a good example. You see this young black kid’s almost savant-like ability on a trick bike, so you realize he’s special. There’s a lot of interior thought, and through a couple sparse comments on his physical appearance, an image of who he is sprouts, or at least I hope it does.

Dialogue certainly is huge in my opinion. Inflection, the choice of words. Are they polite or profane. I struggled with how much cursing to use in the dialogue because many of these characters are surface-toughs. That’s the talk I remember, that I experienced. I feel it would be disingenuous to the reader to water it down. Names, too. Sherman Armbrewster, the huge contractor in I’m From Detroit, was meant to evoke a tank-like man (Sherman tank) and an armbuster, hence his surname. The hero in that story, Roman Materra, was a mix of my wife’s uncle and movie heroes. The extra R in Materra to evoke terror. He’s kind of an aging warrior, a real man’s man. He’s in three of the stories and mentioned in a couple others.

(e): Why did you decide to include the illustrations?

JB: As I said, it’s who I am. At one point I thought, “I don’t want it to take away from the writing.” Then I thought, “Maybe drawings would pull it all together.” And for me, it felt like a way to create a pulpy, noir look, a call back to illustrated fiction. Now I’m glad I did it. But I doubt I’d do it again. Maybe the cover of my next book, if I’m fortunate enough to get it sold.

(e): That leads me to my last question; what are you working on next?

JB: I’m in the second draft of The Claw, a novel I started before selling Eight Dogs. It’s a dark humor look at our compulsion to collect things.

Thank you very much for the interview, Joe!  It’s been great having you as a guest here, and I wish you all the best with Eight Dogs Named Jack, as well as your upcoming novel.  Please let us know when the new book hits the shelves.  Personally, I can’t wait.

(I wonder if The Claw will mention anything about people who compulsively collect books?  That would make this girl nervous.  If I did that.  Which I don’t.)

It was the Great Depression in Orangeburg, South Carolina when A.D. Miller was 19 years old. He handed a note to a white girl, telling her he’d like to know her better. He was caught and thrown in jail for his actions, accused of attempted rape. This is the beginning of Adam David Miller’s book Ticket to Exile. What’s really special about this work? It’s all true.

Adam David Miller grew up in the pre-civil rights South where segregation was a horrific way of life. The black schools had less than half the government funding of white schools. Black pay was a fraction of white. If you were black, you couldn’t go downtown after dark or get a Coke from stores owned by whites. You couldn’t eat in their restaurants or buy their goods. But you could caddy their golf games and shine their shoes. This was Miller’s reality growing up.Ticket to Exile is Miller’s memoir of his childhood up until his arrest. What astounds me is the author’s lack of hatred or resentment in his words. Yet he was deeply affected by the events in his life. At the time he often didn’t realize he was going through life-shaping events. His book is honest and sincere, often revealing things of himself that must have taken great courage to put to paper. His straightforward writing style is quite effective at leading the reader on a journey to his hometown in the Jim Crow South.

Whether you feel you don’t know enough about this important part of American history or you want to learn more, Ticket to Exile is a book you’ll surely want to read. I thought I was well informed about the pre-civil rights South, but I read many passages that gave me “I-had-no-idea” moments. Let’s face it – this is a portion of our history that’s covered little in schools; as adults we can make up for that lack and teach our own children when schools fall short.

I’m honored to have a copy of Ticket to Exile to give to one reader chosen at random. You know the drill – leave a comment telling me what intrigues you about this book. If you subscribe to this blog, you’re already entered into this and all book giveaways here, but feel free to comment as your second entry. (Subscribe in the right hand column if you wish. You can read about the full giveaway rules and another entry option on the Giveaway Rules tab above.) A winner will be chosen at 12noon EST March 20, 2008.

Published by Heyday Books.



If you’re looking for a series of short stories that will completely absorb you, the kind that keeps you up later than you intended thinking “I’ll read just one more,” then I’ve got your book.

Eight Dogs Named Jack is filled with everything from street rats and made men to hardworking honest people. Set in the contrasting locations of wooded Northern Michigan and the city of Detroit, all the stories are held together with fascinating characters. Large Italian families fill the pages with lingo that makes one misty-eyed over the loss of The Sopranos. You can’t help but start using words like “mamaluke” or “Maddon” or craving Italian sausages grilled with a little beer dumped on for good measure. The author, ForeWord Magazine Book of the Year finalist Joe Borri, seasons his writing with fantastic metaphors and similes. One of my favorites? “Tighter than an accountant’s rosebud.” No one talks like that in my neighborhood. What a pity.

My biggest surprise in this book was how Borri could take stories anywhere from a tough Detroit setting to the remote and beautiful wilderness of upper Michigan and back, and make it a perfectly cohesive collection. His singular voice pulls all the stories together in a unified group, yet each plot is unique.

And let’s not forget the artwork. Each story contains drawings by the author that I really enjoyed, reminding me of the sort of art I often see in my favorite mystery magazines or pulp fiction novels. The subjects vary as much as the story topics, and it adds to the book’s appeal.

Overall, Eight Dogs Named Jack is an absolute blast to read. Giving you everything from on-the-edge-of-your-seat mob thrills to tear-jerker tales about man’s best friend, this book has wide appeal. So take a copy to your favorite outdoor chair and break out your best cigar. Because if you miss this one – well, fuhgetaboutit.

I’ve got one hardcover copy to give away thanks to Momentum Books, so leave a comment telling me what you find intriguing about the book. If you’re subscribed to my newsletter, you’re automatically entered to win this and all book giveaways here. I’ll select a winner on 03/15/08, 12noon EST. Check the Giveaway Rules for more details and another shot at winning. Don’t be a mamaluke – just enter.

A carp(e) libris goldfish award book.

If you visited carp(e) libris this weekend, you may have stumbled upon this instead. Or possibly you went to your Google Reader or some such site to find out what carp(e) libris had to say, and you found several postings there, but they were all on feeding your toddler or the beef scare. Not to fear – carp(e) libris reviews is still up and running. In fact, so is dkMommy Spot. But during some weekend blog tinkering, a couple wires got crossed – and voila! All book readers were suddenly siphoned over to the world of organic baby food, etc.

I won’t name names or point fingers here, because this is exactly why I don’t dare attempt blog technical stuff on my own. The results would have been much more dire. But I think it’s fair we forgive my husband said person and move on. Besides, a few of you commented after the incident, telling me how much you enjoyed seeing dkMommy Spot for the first time. Hey, I’m sure some of you are interested in learning natural remedies for clearing that stuffy nose