AUTHOR EVENT: Dan Torday

05/07/2015 6:30 pm

Join us on May 7 at 6:30 to meet local author Dan Torday and hear him discuss his new book The Last Flight of Poxl West

 

  "A wonderful accomplishment of storytelling verve:
tender, lyrical, surprising, full of beautifully rendered details.
Torday is a prodigiously talented writer, with a huge heart."
-- George Saunders, author of Tenth of December

 

From St. Martin's Press: "Poxl West fled the Nazis' onslaught in Czechoslovakia. He escaped their clutches again in Holland. He pulled Londoners from the Blitz's rubble. He wooed intoxicating, unconventional beauties. He rained fire on Germany from his RAF bomber.

"Poxl West is the epitome of manhood and something of an idol to his teenage nephew, Eli Goldstein, who reveres him as a brave, singular, Jewish war hero. Poxl fills Eli's head with electric accounts of his derring-do, adventures and romances, as he collects the best episodes from his storied life into a memoir.

"Daniel Torday's debut novel, The Last Flight of Poxl West, beautifully weaves together the two unforgettable voices of Eli Goldstein and Poxl West, exploring what it really means to be a hero, and to be a family, in the long shadow of war." 
Location: 
Street:
130 S 34th St
City:
Philadelphia
,
Province:
Pennsylvania
Postal Code:
19104-3401
Country:
United States

POEM of the DAY

Monday, April, 27th, 2015



Cascando


  1
why not merely the despaired of
occasion of
wordshed

is it not better abort than be barren

the hours after you are gone are so leaden
they will always start dragging too soon
the grapples clawing blindly the bed of want
bringing up the bones the old loves
sockets filled once with eyes like yours
all always is it better too soon than never
the black want splashing their faces
saying again nine days never floated the loved
nor nine months
nor nine lives

    2
saying again
if you do not teach me I shall not learn
saying again there is a last
even of last times
last times of begging
last times of loving
of knowing not knowing pretending
a last even of last times of saying
if you do not love me I shall not be loved
if I do not love you I shall not love

the churn of stale words in the heart again
love love love thud of the old plunger
pestling the unalterable
whey of words
terrified again
of not loving
of loving and not you
of being loved and not by you
of knowing not knowing pretending
pretending
I and all the others that will love you
if they love you

  3
unless they love you


                        - Samuel Beckett

        from The Collected Poems of Samuel Beckett

 

$35.00
ISBN-13: 9780802123084
Availability: Usually Ships in 1-5 days
Published: Grove Press, 11/2014

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