Showing posts with label Bookstores. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bookstores. Show all posts

Monday, April 27, 2020

April 26, 2020 (In The Year of the Trump Virus)

April 26, 2020 (In the Year of the Trump Virus)

Naturally, I reflect regularly, and now in Lockdown mode, I resonate with great intensity.   I do have a regular schedule at home.  I wake up around 6:30 in the morning, when the dawn is breaking. I have become sensitive to the natural sunrise and sundown, which seems to be changing much faster lately.  When I read my calendar for something that was last week, it seems a lifetime away, yet in the present, the day goes quickly.

I'm fortunate to have a job.  I may be one of the few individuals on this planet that got a job during the Trump Virus lockdown.  I'm co-writing a film script for a French producer/art dealer, and the work keeps me occupied and not always think about the dangerous situation that we are all in at the moment.  When I do focus on the outside world (meaning outside my home), I shutter.  Still, getting food through Instacart, although expensive, is pretty consistent now, compared to a few weeks ago, where one wasn't sure if they can get food delivered to one's home.  My wife and I pretty much stay indoors, except recently I do go in the backyard and sit in the shade to read.  It's hard to believe that a week ago, it was chilly, but now it is in the 90s, and one wonders how is that even possible?

President Virus puts me in a rage, and I hate the fact that I hate him so much.  I don't have a gun, and the reason why I don't have a weapon is that if I see him walking down the street, I will shoot him.  That is not a good position in life.  Nor healthy.  So, I focus on my work.   I do keep myself informed on what's happening politically, as well as any current information regarding the Trump Virus.

Being in a lockup for me is not that difficult.  I do miss the social interactions of seeing people, even the occasional chit-chat with a Lyft driver, but what I miss the most are libraries, books, and record stores.  I tend to go to shops not only to purchase a book or music but also to unload my mind for an hour or so, by just looking at a bookshelf or record store racks.  Time-to-time I like making the noise at 8 pm, but after two or more weeks of that, it is becoming a chore.  Still, this is nothing compared to the people who are working now in saving lives, serving food either in stores or restaurants, and drivers who are still maintaining bus schedules and Lyft drivers.  I'm not here to complain but to enjoy life.  - Tosh Berman

Wednesday, December 28, 2016

My Favorite Book Stores, Part One: ALIAS BOOKS EAST


I love my collection of books. I often walk by my bookshelf and just marvel at my selection of fiction, poetry, music, and art from the 50s and 60s.  My library represents an imagined bookstore from the 1960s.  I often feel that I have the best collection of books than anyone else.  I don’t have rare books, but just the right titles for the right moments in one’s life. Just like my book collection, I often go to Alias Books East in Atwater Village, because in a very real sense, it’s an extension of my personal collection.  Although I don’t own the books in this specific store, it feels very much like home to me.   In fact, it feels like a new bookstore in 1966.



Alias Books East, has a mid-20th-century vibe to it.  Some of it is due to the architecture, which I imagine being built sometime in the 1950s, with a beautiful old-fashioned window display space to show off books on their stands.   Two rooms, tall ceilings, and very clean interior.  There are used bookstores that look like a hoarder’s nest - and then there are those that have a ‘moderne’ aspect to their design and purpose.  Alias Book East is very much like a very disciplined business from the Mad Man era, full of the right literature for the right people.



As mentioned, I have a large collection of books from the 1960s. It seemed to me that the best time for books on cinema came from that era.  Film writing, which wasn’t considered literature, all of sudden, around 1966, became important series of texts about contemporary films of the time.  Parker Tyler, Andrew Sarris, Pauline Kael, Peter Wollen, and at that point and time, translations of French Surrealists who wrote about cinema came out on University and small presses, as well as critics from the Cahlers du Cinéma publication, all came out in English during the 60s.   I’m often reminded of that era just by visiting Alias Books East film section.   If you come in at the right time, which is important, because due to inventory being second-hand, they do tend to disappear into the daylight/nighttime.  But alas, once there, and if the stock is full, one comes upon the world of Hitchcock, Godard, Ozu, Melville, Ford, Hawks and so forth.   It’s a rather serious section on the auteur and their work.  A perfect location if one is curious about the classics of the cinema and it’s makers.  Reference alone makes this section of the store priceless, but it’s the aesthetic of the collection that really makes one feel that they are in a private cinema club, somewhere with a 16mm projector and among cineastes.



The fiction section is full of great titles, and the only missing is crappy books by third-rate authors.  One can close their eyes, and just reach out for a book out of the fiction bookshelf, and surely it will be a classic of some sort. So bookshelves themselves are not packed and full, but the titles that are here are truly 20th-century masterpieces.  Foreign literature translated into English - mostly (when I’m there) from the French and German.  And where else can one find “Oil” and “Jungle” by Upton Sinclair?  What I have noticed is that the store carries a lot of titles from specific authors.  For instance, they pretty much have all the early books by Paul Auster.  Now, one would think that is not so unusual, but do go to a new bookstore, and see what they have under Auster’s name.  The same for Brett Easton Ellis - maybe they will have one title, but Alias Books East has at least 3 to 4 titles under that author.   Also, writers like Fitzgerald and Hemingway are well represented as well as the cult authors, such as my beloved Boris Vian.  



Without a doubt, their poetry selection is superb.  A good place to locate the New York School of poetry - and all of its off-shoots.  If you hit the section at the right moment, you can also find French 19th-century poets, which I think is the basis for a lot of the New York poets, more so than say the Beats.  One can tell the aesthetic of a book shop by their poetry selection.   A lot of stores don’t have the foggiest idea what to do in that category.   You can tell that either the bookseller, buyer or owner have no clue what or is poetry.  If it is just big names, it’s like they don’t want to take chances.  Alias Books East has a very strong presence in their poetry section.  I can tell that they read these poets, because even though some are obscure, their obvious importance is very prominent.  You can feel it just by walking within their poetry section’s space.



Their backroom consists of art, graphic art, photography, and cinema.  I only call it the backroom because it is a separate room from the entrance part of the store.  In this space is a long bench that is perfect to look at oversized photo and art monographs.   At this time, I have a deep interest in FLUXUS related artists, and when I visited the store, they had a handful of obscure and hard-to-find titles in that specific art movement.   Also plenty of catalogs on artists that I didn’t even know existed.  A catalog from a gallery or museum often goes missing with respect to their distribution.  So to come upon a favorite artist, and they happen to have a magnificent catalog, is a major plus in a bookstore like Alias Books East.  The element of surprise is a big part of this store.



The first section I look at in the store is the recommendation bookshelves, which is on your right when you enter the premise.  Patrick, the owner, I feel has a copy of my DNA with respect to books that I’m interested in.   A lot of times, the books displayed here in this section, I already have. Still, I have this burning passion in purchasing another copy. However, foolish that may be.  The other great section is the books displayed behind the counter. I often talk to the staff here, and even though my ears are on them, my eyes are checking out each title behind them.  Incredible first-editions, also here are books that I hadn’t the foggiest idea that they existed.  For one, I found this fascinating book by Georges Simenon called “When I Was Old.” It’s a journal, he kept up from the age of 57 to early 60s.   Written in the 1960s as well.  A bookstore should be able to follow a thought or the dots, which acts like footsteps from one person to another.  If you are in a large library (like the Los Angeles Central Library in downtown) that is easily done.  But in a bookstore, it can be a rare occurrence. Not the case at Alias Books East.  Reading here and there, I was surprised to know that Simenon was a good friend of Henry Miller, as well as Charlie Chaplin.  All three had dinner together, which for some reason, really surprised me.  Another pal of Simenon is Blaise Cendrars.  You can find books on or about Chaplin in the store, as well as titles by Miller and Cendrars.



I often go here to free up my mind during a writing session.   The store is walking distance, and once I enter, I just let my mood take me to a specific section of the bookstore.   Lately, I have been very much interested in 20th-century classical music - more of the experimental side, than say just straight orchestration.  A god in that field is Edgard Varèse.  Alias Book East has a very expensive, but ‘must-have’ copy of a book put together by the Paul Sacher Foundation.   This hardcover catalog covers Varèse’s entire career as a composer, in exact detail.  Beautifully illustrated, this is the final word on this composer and his work.   I never knew that this ever existed in any form, yet, here it is at the store.



A bookstore serves very specific purposes.  Not all can be the same.  Nor can everyone be happy with respect to their interests.  On the other hand, if one is interested in 20th century aesthetic as well as all the by-products of that century - including music (equally matched with rock/pop with jazz and classical), philosophy, political science, cooking, drama, and literary theory - as well what I mentioned above - this store will serve your purpose perfectly.  

Alias Books East
3163 Glendale Blvd. 
Los Angeles, CA 90039

Hours:  Mon-Thurs: 11-8pm, Fri-Sat: 11-9pm, Sun: 10 -7pm

Tel: 323-661-9000

E-mail: aliasbookseast@gmail.com

Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/Alias-Books-East-112077312164726/

Instragram:  https://www.instagram.com/aliasbookseast/

- Tosh Berman December 25/26, 2016

Wednesday, December 3, 2014

December 3, 2014



December 3, 2014

There’s a storm starting up outside my window, and there has been a storm brewing in my heart for a while now.  I feel that everything I have carried out in the past, will now come home to either haunt me right up till my death, or fly like a buzzard over my body, just waiting till I stop breathing.   I woke up from a dream just now, where I was wandering in a foreign city, and I’m not sure if it was Paris or Tokyo, but it’s a location that I visit often in my dreams.  Bookstores are very much part of my dream world.  I have at least three bookshops that I visit in my dreams.  I’m sure that they are based on actual stores, but to this day, I can’t figure out which store or in what location.  The bookstore last night was a second-hand store that always sold interesting titles, and mostly was Penguin editions from the 1940s. The store was located on a side-street off the big arcade.   I remember there were Americans on the street, but obviously tourists of some sort and manner.  I couldn’t find the store, and when I woke up, I felt a great depression upon me.  I think through my dreams, I’m trying to find heaven, but alas, it is so close to me, I can almost feel it - but then I awake, and I’m left with a storm outside, that clearly represents how I feel inside my heart and soul.



I’m not a great traveler, but I do travel time-to-time, and it’s always for the pleasure of looking for pleasure in some area of the world that will spark my imagination.  I often dream of going to the cinema and it is always a theater located in a very urban part of the city - meaning not in the suburbs.   I know it’s a film by Jean-Luc Godard, with a soundtrack by Nino Rota, but as far as I know the soundtrack or the Godard film does not exist in the awakening life.   But my dream of the film is in great detail, and it is an actual movie, including credits, stars, and so forth.  And even though the soundtrack was by Rota, I clearly made-up the music and orchestration in my dream.  Which is unbelievable to me, because I’m totally tone-deaf and couldn’t carry a melody if your life depended on it.  Nevertheless I have the entire orchestration as well as the narrative of this film in great detail in my dreaming life.



“Tell me, can one at all denote thinking and feeling as things entirely separable?  I cannot imagine a sublime intellect without the ardor of emotion.” In my awakened life, I try to separate my feelings from that actions that I do on a daily basis.  A sense of detachment is important for a writer, so in theory that artist can see his work placed in a bigger context.   Yet, in my dreams, I’m consistently emotional, and when I do see a film in that state or landscape, it fits perfectly with how I’m feeling at that moment.  When I’m conscious and writing in a library or in my studio, I feel totally not connected to the written page that is in front of me.  “My aesthetic is that of the sniper on the roof.” Yet, I lose the focus once my morning starts up and I have to face the afternoon, and then the dread of the evening.  Only in dreams do I seem to exist in my fullest capacity as a writer and human being.



“Art attracts us only by what it reveals of our most secret self.” Therefore I feel dead, yet only alive in my deepest dream.  On the other hand “knowing this to be a worthless life to live, why do I keep living on?  Because life contains something called beauty.” And for me, the beauty in my life, is in a dream.

Saturday, June 2, 2012

My favorite image of a Book Store

I can't imagine anything so beautiful as this bookstore.  I never been there and I don't know where its located  - but there is a sense of pure sensual pleasure in this photograph.