We hope this letter finds you well and deep into the process of creeping your life up for Hallowe’en. We’ve been watching the political situation south of us with slasher-movie-level horror in preparation for our yearly spooky celebrations. Who needs a horror movie marathon when you have an American election on the brink? Meh, we’re still binging gory nightmare movies, because who can witness the horror of a presidential debate without something to ease the mind afterward?
We’ve also been scouring our shelves for terrifying titles to send along to you next week. As you might imagine, B&D has a melancholic streak the size of Snackers’ butt trails. It runs deep and, much like all morose temperaments, demands the attention of Churchill’s black dogs.
Well, those dogs are coming over the hill as the leaves change colour, and our shelves are suitable full of demonological tomes and sad poet works. Look forward to that!
We are also happy to announce that a lovely new crop of t-shirts and tote bags have arrived from Antler River Press. They look beautiful.
The number of great New Arrivals that are coming in overwhelm and humble us. Orwell, Atwood, Gogol, Cohen, Ginsberg, Mockler, even Modigliani, make an appearance. Hopefully there’s something there to wet your appetite.
And if the gloomy haunted clouds of the long dark winter loom large in your imagination, and this is something you don’t like, do reach out. Not everyone enjoys reveling in ennui. We have lots of lively and cheerful things here to help you out. After November 3rd, if the world ends, you can do what you did last time: come into the bookshop and silently look and stand and wonder what on earth has happened. That’s what we did. We’ll all be relieved when we won’t have to do it again.
Much love,
Jason and Vanessa
