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Entries in Libraries (2)

Monday
Aug192013

Time to pay those library fines

I check out books en masse. Yes, I'm that guy who schleps twenty books to the counter. What can I say? I like to read a gaggle of books at a time (especially for research). And I've been known to hang onto a book or two (or ten) way beyond the normal return date. Which is a polite way of saying I've ended up buying several books from the library rather than return them. But I always pay my fines. I consider it a badge of honor.

Speaking of honors, SONGS OF WILLOW FROST was recently named to LibraryReads inaugural Top-10 list of books recommended by librarians all across the country. The complete list is here. 

It's huge honor, one I hold in high regard, particularly because I hold librarians in high regard (after all, Batgirl was a librarian). And if you haven't seen this great librarians ala Beastie Boys video, behold:

M&D 2013 Sabotage from Mike and Duane Show on Vimeo.

Tuesday
Mar272012

Coyote Ridge Blues

The CRCC library. Escape from Alcatraz, not allowed. Last week I had my most interesting book event to date, inside the walls of the Coyote Ridge Corrections Center.

Corrections Center is a delicate way of saying prison. It's not a Supermax. Nor is it even old-school like Walla Walla. But it is a real-deal federal penitentiary where nearly 2,400 inmates are serving sentences from five years to life (and as Prince once said, "Electric word, life, it means forever and that's a mighty long time").

I was invited by a wonderful prison librarian named—actually, her name is identical to an actor on Little House on the Prairie. I'll let you figure it out. Only this is a Big House on the Prairie, with biometric key-logging and concertina wire.

And oh, how I wish I could show you pictures, but phones, cameras, and wallets, aren't allowed—nothing that could be MacGyvered into some other device. And yes, the security was impressive, but not necessarily foreboding, even when I visited one of the units (cell blocks) where more than one-hundred and fifty prisoners were hanging out.

The book gig itself was held in the Visitation Center and honestly, it was a joy to be there. I was impressed by how interesting, well-read, and thoughtful these guys were. They had deep questions about metaphor and symbolism, race relations, and of course, queries about the craft or writing. Granted, everyone was on their best behavior, but it was apparent that books are an amazing common denominator. And prison libraries (and the people that work there) are making this sad, battered world a better place.

Readers are readers, wherever they are, regardless concrete walls and razor wire.