Celaya 25, Col. Hipódromo Condesa
2 Blocks West of Metrobus Sonora
New Titles Daily
To establish: an embassy for the soul of the English-speaking world - its literature - in Mexico; an educational resource for Chilangos learning English and eager to explore the artistic reach of the language; a web-free, Kindle-less island of analog time in the digital sea; a community center for Commonwealth and American expatriates in the most exciting, vibrant and accessible city on Earth; an institution that will pay tribute to that city's magnificence with the best our native culture has to offer.
Under The Volcano Books
Col. Hipódromo Condesa
MEXICO C.P. 06100
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September 21, 2015
We still have the biggest selection of titles in English you’ll find between Oaxaca and San Antonio, but we’re always looking to backstock our biggest sellers. We offer the most generous terms in cash and book credit you will find ANYWHERE – and we gratefully accept donations.
#1. Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie: Has there been a more solid twofer than this Nigerian-American’s debut ‘Half of A Yellow Sun’ and ‘Americanah’. No. That’s why we don’t have them in-store right now, and they are badly missed.
#2. Jack Kerouac: Visitors coming through town make a beeline for his geographically apt volume of poems ‘Mexico City Blues’ and, because a young man’s gotta dream (and get mired in cliche), ‘On the Road’.
#3. Sylvia Plath: Her novel ‘The Bell Jar’ and stunning thin volume of poetry ‘Ariel’ disappear almost as soon as we get them in. Keep ‘em coming.
#4. Roberto Bolan(y)o: His executors are still publishing found files, obscure stories and novels that make an art of being unfinished. We want them all.
#5. Elena Ferrante: Her autobiographical trilogy of novels has just been completed in English translation. We only have the first.
#6. Edward St. Aubyn: Same kind of thing. People are crazy for these books and loath to part with them. Maybe they should talk to Mr. Benito Juarez?
#7. Jonathan Franzen: Nobody seems as flat-out ecstatic about ‘Purity’ as the previous two books, but we’re still eagerly awaiting this one’s arrival.
#8. Philip Larkin: If you want to fall in love with a poet, Google this man’s name and ‘The Whitsun Weddings’ – or if you’re in a vulgar mind, ‘This Be the Verse’. His substantial recent resurgence has yet to land his Selected or Collected in our hands.
#9. William T. Vollmann: We are slowly accruing this most prolific of living American authors’ oeuvre, but still lack the five published volumes of the ‘Seven Dreams’ series, his National Book Award-winning ‘Europe Central’ and his raw punk semi-fiction opus ‘Thirteen Stories and Thirteen Epitaphs’.
#10. Geoffrey Hill: This English poet, little-known beyond academia, deserves a bigger audience for his deep-rooted strangeness, guttural, Saxon lines, and long-range historical vision. You see it, grab it: I’ll buy it.
Join us for our second annual SATANIC HALLOWE’EN party – no cover, but costumes are compulsory – and poets are declaiming their spookiest, most devilish work.
Dylan Brennan is the best new young poet I’ve read in many years. He’s an Irish immgrant, deeply immersed in the dark manifestations of contemporary Mexican life. Get ahold of his book, Blood Oranges, published by thepennydreadful.org, if you possibly can. He’ll be reading from an unpublished poem, EXORCISMO MAGNO, based on a strange and real event, an exorcism performed at the Vatican to cleanse the entire country of Mexico of demons.
Tim MacGabhann’s work can be found at MexicoCityLit.com. He has been a local stringer for the Irish Times and Al Jazeera. He presents a new poem, LA SANTA MUERTE.
Alejandro Mayagoitia is a local poet writing in Spanish who eschews publication for live oratory. His terrific, quiet and disquieting cycle of gay love poetry, VAMPIRICAS, will come out of the coffin for its debut at this event.
MC Vomitus Berzerkus has dabbled in the occult since losing his soul to Satan on a bet he could balance on a curb in Southern California when he was nine years old. In 2008 he provoked the interdimensional vengeance of Shub-Niggurath, “The Goat with 10,000 Young”, and sought refuge in the land of birrerias.