Yet another NYC institution is closing its doors. Harlem’s Hue-Man Bookstore is closing its brick-and-mortar location on July 31st. An open letter, received by GalleyCat, explained that the folks behind Hue-Man are working on building an “amazing bookstore of the future.” The letter says:

We will continue to be involved in the publishing of books and will ramp up our agency services to writers and publishers alike.  Though we can not give you the future in a nutshell, we can tell you that on September 6th 2012 at 7:30 PM we will launch our new event format with Miami Heat Dwayne Wade. Partnering with a state of the art facility we can begin to create the kind of multi-platform customer experience we’ve always imagined.   Stay tuned! You can continue to buy online…..In fact,  for 3 months beginning Aug 1, 2012 we will be discounting our entire website offerings 30% or better. You can still reach us through facebook and twitter. You can continue to reach us at the same phone number and at the same website and e-mail address … YOU CAN GET DEEP DISCOUNTS ON OUR EXISTING INVENTORY WHICH WE NEED TO LIQUIDATE.

This is no bueno. Not only are we losing an independent bookstore, but it’s one of the very few in New York City that actually cater to an African-American readership. What are your feelings on Hue-Man’s closing? LMK in the comments below!


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The below quote is from Cressida Leyshon’s recent interview with author Zadie Smith about her upcoming novel NW.

[E]very time I write a sentence I’m thinking not only of the people I ended up in college with but my siblings, my family, my school friends, the people from my neighborhood. I’ve come to realize that this is an advantage, really: it keeps you on your toes. And it seems clear to me that these little varietals of voice and lifestyle (bad word, but I can’t think of another) are fundamentally significant. They’re not just decoration on top of a life; they’re the filter through which we come to understand the world.

I actually feel that’s applicable to my own own approach to writing. Because of my varied life experiences, the stories I wish to tell will be done through a unique filter, one which will invariably mix the profound and the profane, the secular and the sacred, the bourgie and the ghetto.

What about you? Are you a writer and, if so, do you worry about having to, as Zadie puts it, “think yourself into many places at the same time”? Share your thoughts on this in the comments below.

[The New Yorker]

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My Cocoasis sister and fellow writer Danielle Gilyot has just published her latest short story When the Bough Breaks in Specter Literary Magazine. Check out the excerpt below.

Nadine took the money out of their savings account that morning without telling her boyfriend. 300 dollars. Gabe would have a fit. Half-running down Magazine Street because New Orleans’ buses wanted to be extra slow today, she made it to the fancy baby store within ten minutes to closing time. Thank goodness. No one had bought it yet. The white-wooden jewelry box adorned with small pink flowers on vines. Little hearts instead of thorns. The ballerina’s brown limbs positioned into a perfect arabesque. Nadine looked down at her stomach. Six weeks. It was a girl. She felt it. 300 dollars. Her little girl would be a ballerina, too.

An elderly black woman waved Nadine inside of the store. Nadine smiled with embarrassment. No more window stalking. She had the money.

“Isn’t she lovely?” The woman asked. “I’ve seen you. On your way home, I assume. I think your nose print it still on the window from yesterday.”

“I’ve been waiting for right moment to buy her,” Nadine answered. “I used to dance.”

“I see. Well take your time, dear.”

As the woman disappeared into the back of the store, Nadine looked around. A pink-and-white-lace wonderland. Christening dresses packaged inside clear garment-bags. Tiny black, patent-leather Mary Jane shoes with ruffled socks displayed on a table. Satin hair bonnets, pink-flowered head bands, porcelain piggy banks. This place was made for little girls. The kind of little girl Nadine would have. Cocoa butter and baby powder. Powder-puff cheeks. She’d have Gabe’s beautiful green eyes. Brown skin like the ballerina. Like her Mama. Nadine’s little girl. Sugar and spice and everything nice.

Lifting the jewelry box so she could hear the music up close, Nadine saw the price tag. 375 dollars written in a beautiful green ink. She’d have to wait until payday at the end of the week to get the rest of the money. Using the word “layaway” seemed blasphemous for this kind of store. Placing the jewelry box back into its spot in the window display, she left the store before the woman could see her.

“We’ll get it soon enough,” Nadine said to her stomach.

Man, look, I am so proud of Danielle! Be sure to click the link below to read the entire story! Tssstssstssstsss!

[When the Bough Breaks - Specter Literary Magazine]

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