Books Reviews, 5 AM, Twitter, Summertime
I have a new book review up at The Rumpus, where I compare Karyna McGlynn’s I Have to Go Back to 1994 And Kill a Girl to Twin Peaks, Momento, and Sixth Sense. It’s one of my favorite books of 2010 so far!
It is finally feeling like summer here. Wednesday we drove an hour and a half to walk on the beach and the wind was so hard and cold it blew sand into my teeth and hair but the water was so blue, the sky was cloudless. We lost twenty degrees driving out to San Francisco, what seemed like dramatically too-warm clothing at home felt too skimpy near the water. We went to the San Francisco Zoo at the Golden Gate park, the zoo is shabby and not updated except for the fantastic meerkat-and-prairie-dog exhibit which is open to the sky and has wonderful heated rocks all around. Still, though it was a sad zoo, otters showed off every time I walk by, as river otters do. The most beautiful otters. I still miss being able to go out and see otters every day on the dock at my Port Townsend beach.
For a long time I resisted twitter. Now I have an account and you can follow me there if you look me up under “Jeannine Hall Gailey” or find me @webbish6. Later I will tell the story of how twitter helped me find and fall in love with my new publisher. I actually signed up to “follow” a bunch of my favorite poetry book publishers!
My heart still hasn’t slowed down from the time I got the news about my book. I don’t think it will settle down until the book is in my hands, until then, I’ll just be a skitter mass of nerves. All things to get in order: blurbs, cover art, maybe a new author photo. I have to proofread, proofread, proofread. I’m changing order, adding new poems, deleting lines from old poems, reshaping the MS. You think it’s finished, then you realize you weren’t.
A shout out to the lit mag 5 AM as I am always pleased with the reading experience whenever I am lucky enough to get a contributor copy – the magazine falls towards the quirky and funny, along with the occasionally heartbreaking, so I guess maybe my poem “The Robot Scientist’s Daughter [circuits]” fits in alongside the “quirky” in Issue 31 with other poets such as Marge Piercy, Michael S. Harper, Charles Harper Webb, and Denise Duhamel. Buy it! Read it!
Sorry I haven’t checked in or posted pics – I (once again) sprained my ankle the week of the move and have caught a terrible stomach bug that’s prevented me from eating or doing much of anything else – so everyone has been asking me “How’s Napa?” and I’m like, well, I can’t walk around much or eat anything, but other than that, it seems great! Ha! I keep hearing from locals how great the food here is – and I’m sure it is – I can’t wait to try it!
Seriously, it’s been difficult finding a primary care doctor here – the board-certified doctors are either not taking patients (I called the fifteen listed on my insurance) or in an expensive “concierge” medical service – so I’ve been waiting (and waiting) in crowded waiting rooms to meet doctors who haven’t been very impressive to get my prescription for physical therapy on my ankle. (No Urgent Care centers in the area either, what’s up with that?) I was talking to a friend of mine who lives in Oakland – we both moved from the Seattle area – and we were discussing how the health care system in California is much, much worse than it was in Washington. Is it enough to drive us away from the state? Not yet. But it’s a serious problem. The lack of doctors – especially good doctors – is one you have to think about if you have chronic health problems.
Other than that, every time I venture outside, with temps that have ranged from 100 degrees during the day to the mid-seventies, the air smells clean, the hummingbirds hum, and the sunshine seems less harsh than it did in SoCal. It still feels like summer here even though it’s the last day of September. Glenn and I went to the Oxbow market and he got to sample ice cream, lemon-passionfruit and banana-caramel cup cakes, and blood-orange olive oil while I watched longingly…but it is a beautiful set of little shops, restaurants, wine bars that made me think – Oh, I know what I am going to get everyone for Christmas! I mean, here’s the gift potential: fiery beer or chardonnet brittles, tiny bottles of dessert liquours made here in town, local olive oils and olive oil lip balms, of course wines, botanical prints, kitchen antiques…consider yourselves warned, friends and family! But the funniest thing is I tried to get on the river walk trail behing the markets on my crutches, even though there was a closed gate and orange cones to keep people out, and I only got a couple of steps before I saw giant handwritten signs that said: “Caution: Bees!”
My classes started this week too, so I’ve been busy with those too, plus I sent a couple of book manuscripts out as well. I haven’t written much in the last couple of weeks but I believe that’s a pattern for me – there’s pretty much always a creative blackout for at least a month after I move anywhere. Maybe I’ll get lucky this time, though, because I feel poems brewing!