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Hi! You are receiving this email because you like books, or like us, or asked to receive this email, or perhaps at some point you talked to one of us or emailed us, and we thought you might be interested in our new bookstore.
Emily Books is not a regular bookstore. It’s more like a club, actually. We only sell ebooks, and only a few of them.
But maybe you hate ebooks! We did too, at first. But we like instant gratification, and reading a bunch of books at once. So we started downloading books—but quickly became bummed that not everything we wanted was available, and that there wasn’t the kind of bookselling culture around ebooks that there is around physical books. That might be because two huge corporations control the sales of most ebooks.
We want to make reading ebooks and buying ebooks sustainable for readers, writers, booksellers, publishers—everyone—in the long run. We want there to eventually be a lot of places on the internet that are just like your favorite local independent bookstore. Emily Books is the first independent ebookstore. We hope it is the first of many.
We’re beginning by selling just one book, adding at least one new title to our inventory monthly. Each book we sell is available a la carte, or you can buy a subscription and get our picks automatically each month.
Our first pick, available in ebook for the first time ever, is No More Nice Girls by Ellen Willis. It’s a collection of essays by one of the most fascinating, cool, revolutionary thinkers of the late 20th century. For more (a lot more) about NMNG and Willis’s legacy, head to our blog, where we’ll be posting essays about the book by writers like Sady Doyle, Alice Gregory, Nicole Cliffe, Elizabeth Gumport—and, we hope, you—all month long. We’re also meeting to talk about the book in the basement of WORD bookstore in Greenpoint on October 22 at 6:30 pm.
We can’t wait to talk to you about this awesome book. You could be reading it less than a minute from … right now!
Emily Gould and Ruth Curry
Emily Books! Emily Books! Emily Books! I’m really proud of these two people for doing this awesome thing.
Cassandra, May 19th, Tucson
“Dignity, Dmitry,” muttered the newly installed Russian president, as his predecessor reeled off a series of bawdy jokes at the expense of his new ‘boss’.
Preparing For Natural Disasters
Sander: Whoa, dude, what’s with all the water jugs and shit?
Jona: Dude, there’s a hurricane coming, that’s what. Don’t you, like, read the news?
Sander: Only when it has to do with political injustices and shit. A hurricane, for realsies?
Jona: Yeah, for realsies. It’s coming, like, right for us. People are all evacuating and shit. We live right on the line, though, so we should be cool. Just need to be prepared and whatnot.
Sander: So what’s all the water for?
Jona: If, you know, the water turns off.
Sander: Can’t we just go to the bodega?
Jona: I think it’ll probably be closed if there’s a ‘cane. Owner dude lives in Queens or something. Wanna help me tape some trash bags over the windows? Also, you should probably move your drumkit into the hallway and — oh — fill the tub with water so that we can shower and whatnot.
Sander: That sounds like a lot of work. Besides, if a hurricane comes sweeping up in here, maybe it’s, like, a sign. A sign that we should take less stock in material possessions and shit and, like, return to motherfucking nature. Relinquish the trappings of overfed American society and make like beasts. It could be, like, a return to Eden, man. A primitive reawakening… A reordering! Yeah, man, a fucking reordering of corporate society or some such shit. Businessman ripping free from the chains of suits and shackles of cufflinks and ties, the plebs rising up from the ashes of soiled money and sodden silks — the debris of the higher-ups — and taking their rightful places as the makers of this world. [His cell buzzes] Hold on, I’ll brb.
Jona: Where are you going?
Sander: That was my dealer. I ain’t going through this shit sober.
Neytiri with Steve Buscemeyes.
Thanks to my Dad for the suggestion.
Vinyl Lettering on Wall
Sadly there is no diplomatic protocol to cover when a visiting leader uses a book of condolences to write a 2,000-word defence of Stalin’s purges.
its got 28 diamonds in it
the dildo is now diamonds
man the last thing i need is to lose a precious gemstone up my vag
Your gynecologist: “So, how’d you get all these… cuts?”