Gerald Moore, former Albuquerque Tribune reporter, will be at Page One Books at 4pm on Saturday, April 30, to talk about and sign his non-fiction effort, LIFE Story: The Education of an American Journalist.
The book is described as such: "Before Americans got their news from television, they got it from LIFE, the weekly magazine that set the standard for photojournalism. In LIFE Story, Gerald Moore, a writer and editor who worked at the magazine in the last glory years before TV made it obsolete, recalls the dizzying excitement and glamour of LIFE's fast-moving, powerful approach to spreading the news. Moore covered the major stories of the late 1960s and early 1970s: LSD, assassinations, the 1968 Democratic convention in Chicago, the McCarthy campaign, urban riots, the My Lai massacre, and the beginnings of feminism. His story offers a wonderful look back at the good and the bad old days of journalism."
Moore joined the staff of LIFE at the age of 27. Before that, he was a philosophy student at the University of NM who became a nighttime police officer and then a reporter at The Albuquerque Tribune in the 1960s, both jobs teaching him the tools of his trade. At LIFE magazine, he was a leading reporter, bureau chief, and eventually an editor. When LIFE ended publication as a weekly magazine in December of 1972, Moore turned to freelance magazine writing. His articles appeared in People, Saturday Evening Post, Reader’s Digest, Families, Horticulture and other national magazines. Moore lives in Hudson, N.Y., and Chapel Hill, N.C.
Page One Books is located at 5850 Eubank NE, Suite B-41, in Albuquerque's Mountain Run Shopping Center (southeast corner of Eubank and Juan Tabo). The Moore event is free and open to the public. For more information, please call 294-2026 or visit www.page1book.com.
James Terry will be at Page One Books at 4pm on Saturday, April 9, to talk about and sign his book of Deming-based tales, Kingdom of the Sun: Stories.
The book is described as such: Set in southwestern New Mexico, the stories in James Terry's debut explore the joys, insecurities and failures of memorable characters as they attempt to connect with—or disconnect from—others around them. The elderly landlady of the Darling Courts apartments hires a reclusive handyman who suffers from a fear of water, and the pair forms an unlikely bond. A worker's unscrupulous plan to build a road in the middle of the desert is threatened by a lonely pregnant woman living in a trailer parked directly in his path. Overcome by nostalgia, a married trucker making the California run from Waco to Los Angeles takes a truck-stop waitress to the Deming drive-in theater with disappointing results. Together, these surprising stories uncover how our environment manifests itself in our everyday lives.
Terry's fiction has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize and the O. Henry Prize, and his stories have appeared in the Iowa Review, the Georgia Review, Fiction and elsewhere. Raised in Deming, N.M., Terry now resides in Liverpool, England.
The Flash Fiction contest results are in. And this year, our beloved readers / literary virtuosos went decidedly anthropomorphic and animalistic. Sure, the prompts we provided included a rattlesnake and a deceased feline, but the bite you brought more than answered the call of the wild (including a couple of great ditties about civilized lions and cancer-stick-sharing birds and fish).
My snootiness was in full flower as I drove to the Esther Bone Memorial Library in Rio Rancho. I was on my way to a panel discussion featuring three New Mexico-based romance writers: Celeste Bradley, Doranna Durgin and Alice Duncan. It didn’t help that I was stressing out about being late to something I’d already decided wouldn’t teach me anything. They’re not for serious people, I thought. They aren’t real books. I pulled into the parking lot and hurried into the building. Although full of preconceptions, I secretly harbored a small flame of hope that someone would redeem the genre for me.
We’ve got some really great zines in this city. If you don’t know about them, or don’t know where to get them, come to the zine reading tonight! If you’re too lazy to read, or don’t like to, that’s okay too–tonight people will read to you!
Those who want to read from their zines, or even from someone else’s they love, are invited to email email@example.com and get a spot. Everyone else is just invited to come check out some new issues of various tiny mags.
These readers are confirmed so far: Erik Gamlem, Marya Jones, Mike Smith and Lisa Barrow
There will be snacks, and a big special announcement about the upcoming Albuquerque Zine Fest. People 12 years old and up, please!
Some new zines I already grabbed
Hitting the streets this week is the latest “Wig Wam Bam,” the zine of local music and nepotism put forth by sometimes Alibi contributor Captain America. This one will review about six months’ worth of shows. Pick it up at Cellar Door, Winning Coffee and Low Spirits. Also hot off the press is the new Nightly Noodle Monthly, a brochure for the inside of Eva Avenue’s brain. Snag it at Winning, and other places she might put it.
(Special thanks to my hand models who both have very good-looking faces that were not useful in these shots)
Entries started pouring in as soon as we announced this year’s Flash Fiction contest. It was like that closet you haphazardly throw things into, without order, squeezing the door closed with your body weight to cram in all the stuff without a proper home. Toppling stacks of paper and files, bits of yarn, nightmare flickers, battered toys, love letters, unused sports equipment, dream diaries, lost hopes, failed romances―it’s all in there.
How do you get published? What’s a query letter? How do you get an agent or a manager? Should you get an agent or a manager? All these questions and more will be answered for writers—both beginning and experienced—during the ninth annual Latino Writers’ Conference, held at the National Hispanic Cultural Center May 19 through 21. Internationally successful authors, editors and agents will present workshops and lectures. Participants are guaranteed one-on-one meeting time with the professionals. “The mission of the conference is to encourage Latinos to publish their work,” says Carlos Vásquez, the history and literary arts director at NHCC, “and to bring to them other Latino writers that are now successful.”
I had an editor once who wore sweat pants to the newsroom.
I did not approve. While I’ve never been a GQ type of guy, preferring cheap khakis and work shirts to slacks and dress shirts, I always tried to dress well enough to go to court.
When my editor would come in clutching a bag of McDonalds and a lip-balancing a cigarette, decked out in blue or black sweat pants, I couldn’t help but scoff (and cringe at the knowledge that a soul-crushing, spirit-trashing staff meeting was soon to steal an hour of my day.) Sure, we are print people, but that’s no reason to dress like like one had awakened under a freeway overpass.
I’m not too big to admit that I was wrong. I wrote an article this morning dressed in a t-shirt and boxer shorts. It was heaven. I felt like I had found Jesus after a life in mortgage banking. I have seen the light and been reborn. Hallelujah. Can I get an amen?
I am trying to freelance full time and I think I have just found the first perk among the many terrifying unknowns: no pants. Pants are overrated and a large portion of my operating budget. They have to go.
Lord, I don’t ask you for much, and I’m calling in a favor. Bless me with enough freelance work to continue to revel in the unbearable lightness of chortes. Amen.