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Saturday
Jun082013

Annals of a Quiet Neighborhood (A Blurb)

Quite actually, a good book is worth the reading posthaste and a terrible book is hardly worth the mentioning. Therefore, why all the hem-hawing over lengthy reviews? Although the following is not a remonstrance, it may be an adequate resolution. For the purpose of keeping them short and to the point, we submit our blurbs:

 

"If I could only bring three books to a deserted leather chair, this would probably be among them!" -P. Tippin

 




Annals of a Quiet Neighborhood by George MacDonald

Monday
Jun032013

Watership Down (A Blurb)

Quite actually, a good book is worth the reading posthaste and a terrible book is hardly worth the mentioning. Therefore, why all the hem-hawing over lengthy reviews? Although the following is not a remonstrance, it may be an adequate resolution. For the purpose of keeping them short and to the point, we submit our blurbs:

 

 

 

"A brilliant book all about rabbits and a brilliant book not at all about rabbits." -R. Eric Tippin

 

 

 

 

 

Watership Down by Richard Adams

Friday
May312013

The Brothers Karamazov (A Blurb)

Quite actually, a good book is worth the reading posthaste and a terrible book is hardly worth the mentioning. Why all the hem-hawing over lengthy reviews? Although the following is not a remonstrance, it may be an adequate resolution. For the purpose of keeping them short and to the point, we submit our blurbs:




"An astounding work in human dialogue and perception, with the bravery of pen to reserve the plot's conclusion." -P. Tippin

 

"Exponentially smarter than most of its readers—more spiritaul, more philisophically sophisticated."
-R. Eric Tippin



The Brothers Karamazov by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Wednesday
May292013

The Quay

This post originally appeared on my blog for the local paper, here in Newton. You can visit that blog here but
certainly not here.


I have already voiced my opinion in this blog on fashion and fashionistas. It is, as the poet Kipling put it, “Don’t look too good nor talk too wise.” There is a threshold past which you look “too good” and, according to my theory, end up making yourself look silly once fashion has moved on to something new and more baggy or pastel. “Stick to staple clothing,” I have said.

       But this past weekend my theory was sorely tested. I travelled up to Kansas City for my cousin’s dental school graduation party, and before the festivities I met my brother at a coffee shop downtown called The Quay. It is in a fashionable part of the city, near the farmers market on a steeply graded hill in an old brick building with faded lettering on its sides. It is the kind of coffee shop that uses locally roasted beans and employs people with beards, flannel shirts and soft voices. It’s fashionable, very fashionable. Its parishoners are no different. To me it looked like every other one was an aspiring artist, writer, mathemetition or architect looking deeply into their Apple computer screens and thinking profound thoughts. They wore mustaches, scarves, oxford shirts, cordwained shoes, peach-tinted shorts rolled at the bottom and watches.

       Frankly, I felt like an anachronism—something dragged up out of last decade with my white polo, boat shoes and classic cut jeans (so two thousand and ten). As I sat there drinking my bold (but not bitter) coffee, looking around me at all the vogue clothing and accessories I fell into that old sin so neglected in the lists of sins these days: coveting. I thought how I wanted to wear all the latest fair trade clothes and go around with my aluminum Apple laptop, thinking deep thoughts, stroking my beard/moustache and checking my certified chronomiter watch every ten to fifteen minutes to make sure I don’t miss the latest art exhibit downtown. Then the mists broke and I said to myself, “You know, self? If I dressed that way in Newton, I would stick out like a Prius at Sturgis or a granola at a rodeo. And anyway, I can’t grow a beard like that. Even if I could my wife wouldn’t let me. It’s a good thing I live in Newton—much less pressure to look like these people.”

       And back in the sunlight of common sense, I sipped my excellent coffee and bathed in a culture not my own—one that, most likely, will be out of fashion within a decade.[1]

 

-R. Eric Tippin
On Victoria (like the queen) Road in Newton, KS
May 22, 2013



[1] Not that good coffee will ever be out of fashion, just the way it is served and the clothing of those who drink it.

Image:
"Coffee John"
Oil on Canvas, c. 1900
Unknown Artist 

Tuesday
May282013

Madame Bovary (A Blurb)

Quite actually, a good book is worth the reading posthaste and a terrible book is hardly worth the mentioning. Therefore, why all the hem-hawing over lengthy reviews? Although the following is not a remonstrance, it may be an adequate resolution. For the purpose of keeping them short and to the point, we submit our blurbs:





"Horridly futile as a work of fiction and only slightly diverting as a game of 'find the bovine references'." -P. Tippin

 

 

 




Madame Bovary
by Gustave Flaubert