April, that cruelest month, has rolled around again, or is just about to. April 1st is the anniversary date of when I first purchased The Bookstore late last century. Something like thirty-three years ago.
But who’s counting? To mark the date this year we’ve got a special treat . . . . kind of, sort of, well, you can read it and see for yourself.
I’ve written a memoir, and it’s just been published by a small company called Worthy Shorts. My book is called, simply, My Years at The Gotham Book Mart, and it’s a short little book that has a subtitle, well, longer than many poems you’re liable to read this year. The Gotham Book Mart was a famous literary bookshop in midtown Manhattan for more than 80 years and I was fortunate to begin my career in the book trade in that fabled place.
And I am so pleased to offer a few stories from those years to you now, in book form.
Ten bucks, plus tax. Hey, a bookseller’s got to live. . . .
I will be telling stories and signing copies this coming Wednesday, April 1st, from
5 to 7 pm.
If you can’t make it to The Bookstore on that day, I have also been invited to speak about the book, and, I guess, about bookselling in general, at the Lenox Library on Sunday, April 26 at 4 pm and the Stockbridge Library on Monday evening May 7 at 7 pm.
Of course, for those who know me, you know that I’d speak about those days or any other literary topic at the drop of a hat any day of the week right here at The Bookstore in Lenox, which you’ve made my home for these last three decades.
For you out-of towners, we can mail you a copy, if you’d like, for ten dollars plus 2.50 postage and handling. Mass. Residents add .50 sales tax.
Signed,
most humbly,
Matt Tannenbaum