Save the date! Spread the word! And kick off the Brooklyn Book Festival and Bookends week with Tumblr, recommendedreading, penamerican, and buzzfeedbooks!
We’ll have Karl Ove Knausgård “My Struggle” Mad Libs with kickstarter at 8, dancing with DJ sammybananas at 9, and free drinks as long as they last.
Hope to see you there!

Guys. Knausgård Mad Libs. GUYS.


Save the date! Spread the word! And kick off the Brooklyn Book Festival and Bookends week with Tumblr, recommendedreading, penamerican, and buzzfeedbooks!

We’ll have Karl Ove Knausgård “My Struggle” Mad Libs with kickstarter at 8, dancing with DJ sammybananas at 9, and free drinks as long as they last.

Hope to see you there!

Guys. Knausgård Mad Libs. GUYS.



The literature: Yann Martel’s LIFE OF PI (requested by theinfinitespaceage)

The libation: Two cocktails do I present to you, dear reader, and you must choose the one which speaks to you of the existence of a higher, more refreshing power.

For the first, rim your vessel with sea salt. Fill about halfway with Sixpoint Bengali IPA, and top up with grapefruit juice. Stir gently and deliberately until the seemingly at-odds flavors meld together into a peaceful coexistence. You’ve left home. This is the Salty Tiger.

For the second, rim your vessel with kosher salt (the vessel is unchanged, the location is). Mix two parts grapefruit juice with one part blanco tequila with two parts tonic water. Add a dash of bitters and stir. You’re on dry land. This is the Salty Perro.

The same ingredients recombined can lead to such different outcomes, but we must each choose our own path. I leave it to you to decide.

Photo © Cook the Story and Serious Eats

Got a little cerebral.




The libation: On what would have been the author’s 124th birthday, we bring you something R’lyeh, e’speciallyeh delicious. Combine 2oz Kraken dark rum, 1oz elder(gods)flower liqueur, 1oz fresh lime juice (the green, sticky spawn of the stars), and a dash or two of Angostura bitters. Recite the incantation (Ph’nglui mglw’nafh Cthulhu R’lyeh wgah’nagl fhtagn) while shaking with ice. Serve in a rocks glass, garnish with a tentacle twist of lime.

Pair with a dinner of odori-don, if you’re feeling brave in the face of the indifferent universe. And please, summon the Great Old Ones responsibly.

Photo © Mike McCune

R’lyeh proud of this one.



The literature: David Foster Wallace’s A SUPPOSEDLY FUN THING I’LL NEVER DO AGAIN

The libation: Absinthe. Mistakes were made.

We’re not serving you absinthe. We’re not serving anybody absinthe. We can’t even look at absinthe. We can’t even look at the color green. We’re going to serve ourselves a bacon, egg, and cheese, and go back to bed for a couple days.

Photo © jb




Book Nerd Problems | Buying Too Many Books

This was me when I went to the Darien library last week. I had one book on hold, so I thought I’ll just dash in and grab it. But then I decided to look at the recommendations table, and then the new release section, and the “Hot in YA” display… and within 10 minutes I had 6 books in my arm.

But it was ok! You know what? Because everything’s free at the library! Guys, go to the library! Learn how to place holds and renew books online and your life will be easy as pie!

And if you live anywhere close to Darien, I’m not kidding—that place is a fucking palace and all the librarians are angels sent down from book heaven. Nicest people on the planet and their books displays/tables are always on point.

Yo, darienlibrary, you got a big fan over here!



The literature: Herman Melville’s BARTLEBY, THE SCRIVENER

The libation: Sir? Sir. Sir, please. Just a yes or no! It’s the easiest thing in the world! Do you want a drink or not? Hello?

Sir, this is trying my patience. If you’re not going to order I’m going to have to ask you to leave. Seriously. A beer, wine? A cocktail? We have excellent cocktails. Do you like whiskey? Gin? Absinthe? Do you like anything? I could crush up some SSRIs and sprinkle them on top - that might help.

[snaps fingers in front of face]

Okay, I can’t deal with this. Security!

I crack myself up.



The literature: Jennifer Egan’s A VISIT FROM THE GOON SQUAD (requested by ladydei)

The libation: For this fragmented novel (or is it a cohesive collection of linked short stories), we’re serving you a deconstructed Bloody Mary (or is it another cocktail entirely?). Much like the book, it is exacting and requires your attention, but is ultimately rewarding.

Infuse 2oz good vodka with three (3) peppercorns overnight. Procure 1oz celery juice through whatever methods you must, but tell no one how you came by it. Juice a lime for a total of 3/4oz juice (no more, no less).

Run the rind of the lime around the rim of a martini glass and dip the glass in tomato salt (in the future we will all have pocket food dehydrators - go to town on some tomatoes and mix with salt to taste). Shake all the liquid ingredients with ice 23.5 times and pour. Garnish with gold flakes (optional but recommended).

Powerpoints at the ready? Good. Bottoms up.

Photo © Lemon Tree

My brain is in a weird place today.



The literature: EL James’ FIFTY SHADES OF GREY

The libation: Have your cat o’ nine (cock)tails handy - we’re going in.

We know it’s your first time, so we won’t be too rough on you.


We’re going to instruct you on how to make a Cherry Smash, so listen carefully. Muddle a few maraschino cherries at the bottom of a rocks glass. Don’t be shy, really get in there and go to town on them. Add ice, for the shock of it. In a cocktail shaker, shake 1oz Jack Daniels, 1oz cherry juice, 0.5oz amaretto, and 0.5oz ginger brandy (for spice). Pour over the ice and cherries, and then top with cherry cola (something something Lana Del Rey something) and stir.

In this Red Room, you’ll be feeling no pain.

Or, for those of you who’re a little more experienced, our friends over at learningmixology have suggested iced Earl Gray tea mixed with bruised peach simple syrup and bourbon, garnished with hand-slapped mint leaves. We’ll give that our spank of approval.

Photo © Tastebook

I’m so, so, so sorry.



The literature: emmastraub's THE VACATIONERS

The libation: We here at Proof Reading firmly believe that no family vacation should be endured without the strategic application of some local liquor. And when in Mallorca, do as the Mallorcans do. Palo de Mallorca was initially brewed as an herbal curative for malaria in the 1600s, but as time went on, the islanders started adding alcohol and using it more for - well, let’s just call it self-medication.

Pour a small measure over ice and sip by the pool as your family works out their issues back in the hotel room - after all, you can only drink Palo on Mallorca, but your family is your family no matter where you go.

Doing the research for this blog is the coolest thing.



The literature: Richard Adams’ WATERSHIP DOWN

The libation: We here at Proof Reading believe that classics should never, ever be boring. Watership Down has certainly never run that risk - a violent epic about politics and religion among rabbits is a perennial crowd-pleaser, as you might expect - and so we’re pairing it with a classic dry martini, with a botanic twist.

Combine 2.5oz dry gin and .5oz dry vermouth in a shaker with ice, shake, and strain into a martini glass. From your garden, pluck a couple chive blossoms. Rinse them and pat dry gently, then set them adrift on your martini. After the drink is gone, you’ll have a lovely boozy/savory snack, redolent of the countryside on a late spring day.

One more suggestion, if we may - if you plan on having more than one, eat something substantial. No rabbit food.

Photo © Mama






god complex is an unshakable belief characterized by consistently inflated feelings of personal abilityprivilege, or infallibility. A person with a god complex may refuse to admit the possibility of their error or failure, even in the face of complex or intractable problems or difficult or impossible tasks, or may regard their personal opinions as unquestionably correct.[1][2] The individual may disregard the rules of society and require special consideration or privileges.[1]

I love books as much as anyone but thinking about them as some sort of scripture or indispensability that requires protection from the vulnerabilities inherent of a capitalistic market is ignoring the basic need of the industry to cater to the consumer rather than the consumer catering to the industry. It’s that kind of superiority that distanced the publishing houses from the will of the people in the first place and led to the condescension of the editor toward the general populace. Come back down to earth.

…or maybe it was a joke? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯