A trade paperback reissue of National Book Award finalist Mary Gaitskill's debut short story collection. Making critical waves when first published, these stories about dislocation, longing and desire depict a disenchanted and rebellious urban fringe generation in search of human connection. They are rendered in radar-perfect detail, replete with a reportorial candor uncompromised by sentimentality or voyeuristic charm. These stories are the real deal. 208p.

Augmenting her brilliant deductive skills with dream analysis, marijuana, and the written work of a mysterious French detective, private investigator Claire DeWitt returns to New Orleans to solve the disappearance of a prosecutor.

SIGNED STOCK OF THIS TITLE IS SOLD OUT. ALL AVAILABLE COPIES ARE UNSIGNED. Poet, musician, artist, muse - 'stocking feet or barefoot/immensely proud or bent like love' - Patti Smith, rockhead to defy description, brings it all to the page, breathing her inescapable influence to the word, the electric word, the electric word that stirs and dazzles. Get up on it! B&W illus. 180p.

A portrait of Gotham as the 'riotous and anarchic breeding ground of modernity.' It explores the city from four different directions: the actual topography of the city from 1840 to 1919; the era's opportunities for vice and entertainment - theatres & saloons, opium & cocaine dens, gambling & prostitution; the forces of law & order, which did & didn't work to contain the illegalities; a counterposing of the city's tides of revolt and idealism against the city as it actually was. Black-and-white illustrations & photographs. 416p.

192 unlined pages. 5" x 7.25"

A long long time ago, before the invention of the modern laptop, people would write in journals. They wrote stories, letters, all of by hand! Carry on that tradition with this Victorain Readers journal. Created with the help of Denik.

Fiction. They say it takes an average person about 10 years to master a given thing. This was my thinking in 1995 when I dropped out of college in Iowa City to draw comics. Because I'd seen a lot of movies, I figured Hong Kong was the place, so I went there, hoping to put a tap on that excitement. After that plan went bust I tried another, then another. I put down the pen too many times to count, only to pick up again because there was nothing else. If there was a theme to come away with it was that nothing is ever as easy or even as worthwhile as "They" make it seem. The years passed and I was just as deluded, but also still excited, about drawing, though my life was just as ordinary. My name is Blue Okoye. Anyway, that's the short version...