Unique selections of books from our book buyer Paul Ingram. He compiles great lists of books on varying topics.
If you have any requests for recommendations, send Paul an email at firstname.lastname@example.org
November 2, 2016 - 3:27pm
The Underground Railroad
Prairie Lights customers. Be sure not to miss Colson Whithead reading from his magnificent new novel, The Underground Railroad at the Englert Wednesday at 7. If you can’t be there, at least read the book. He stands with Toni Morrison as one of the greatest chroniclers of the horrors of slavery.
October 27, 2016 - 11:45pm
Here’s a photo of Indie Bob, a marvelous customer and advocate of independent bookstores everywhere. He shows up to chat whenever he’s in town to tell us of his adventures traveling the highways and byways in search of brave souls who’ve gone it alone in the shark infested world of Amazon and Barnes for the love of selling books. He’s always mentioning stores we’ve never heard of, praising proprietors and booksellers and stores. He’s a tall high-spirited gent always eager to talk about the books in his life and wondering about ours. Next week he’s scheduled his first trip to Canada.
His goal is to publish a book about ALL the indies he’s visited on his travels. He’s an excellent and wide-ranging reader who is always welcome in Prairie Lights. We wish him well.
October 25, 2016 - 4:21pm
Congratulations to Paul Beatty for winning the Man Booker Prize for his novel The Sellout!
Paul staff picked The Sellout when it came out in paperback. Read his take on it and then read the book!
From The Sellout by Paul Beatty:
“This may be hard to believe, coming from a black man, but I’ve never stolen anything. Never cheated on my taxes or at cards. Never snuck into the movies or failed to give back the extra change to a drugstore cashier indifferent to the ways of mercantilism and minimum-wage expectations. I’ve never burgled a house. Held up a liquor store. Never boarded a crowded bus or subway car, sat in a seat reserved for the elderly, pulled out my gigantic penis and masturbated to satisfaction with a perverted, yet somehow crestfallen, look on my face. But here I am, in the cavernous chambers of the Supreme Court of the United States of America, my car illegally and somewhat ironically parked on Constitution Avenue, my hands cuffed and crossed behind my back, might right to remain silent long since waived and said goodbye to as I sit in a thickly padded chair that, much like this country, isn’t quite as comfortable as it looks.”
So begins a novel I began last night, a novel at which I’m still chuckling and at which I feel I may be chuckling out the week. Winner of this year’s New York Book Critic’s Circle award for Fiction. Political, poetic, imaginative, satirical, and funny on every page. Just available in paperback from Picador at $16.00.
You are so dumb if you don’t read this right away. I might forgive you, but God won’t.