Those looking for all things spooky during the Halloween 2019 season need look no further than the pages of Haunted Monterey County. Local NPR public radio 90.3 KAZU featured the book on Halloween day.
Arizona’s biggest close-to-the-border city, Tucson, is a
Driving down the streets one might see cowboy hats, MAGA hats, and camouflage hats, but you might also see bookstores dotting the landscape behind them, a lot of bookstores. And some damn good ones. Book lovers visiting Tucson, or those new to town, will find oodles of retail to fit their reading needs.
(Click the header to visit each bookstore’s website)
There are two in Tucson, with one right smack in the middle
of town and another to the north. Coffee shops inside a bookstore always make
the trip more fun, as do aisles and aisles of books. Those who have gone to
B&N know they also have print magazines, collectibles, stationary, and way more.
It’s great to see them humming with activity after dark.
Bookmans is something of an Arizona tradition. There are stores in Flagstaff, Phoenix, and in Tucson, the birthplace of the chain, there are three locations. Here one can find used books in every genre, graphic novels and comics, merchandise from jewelry to toys, musical instruments, video games, and all in between. They even sell new books. Not just that, but bring in your old books (and other stuff) and you might just get store credit to spend there. Visits are like a trip to a literary Disneyland. You never know where to look first.
Smack dab downtown, this local hotspot is one of the biggest independent bookstores in the area. Full of helpful staff, the bookstore offers new books, mugs, bookmarks, stuffed animals, and more. The vibe is alive with bookish charm. Here you can find any number of book groups to join, author events to attend, and even learn about how they power the store with solar energy. The place is simply a must-go Tucson experience.
Mostly Books is a place readers can get lost in. The store is long with reading nooks and rooms filled floor to ceiling with stories of all genres. Here it’s easy to find books written by local talent, attend book signings, and join in with monthly book groups. Nicely located on Speedway, the relaxed and friendly atmosphere makes stopping here a definite addition to your bibliophile checklist.
You like your library with some sleuthing, some killing, and some crime? That would be Clues Unlimited. They’ve got paperback cozies, local crime and mystery authors, hardback noir, and more – all packed into a cute little spot. Be sure to take the time and browse around and say hi to that cute dog that hangs out there.
Is that the smell of old books in the Book Stop, cigars, or what? Either way you’ll get that book jones satisfied at this place, which carries a ton of used, ultra-rare, and out of print titles for your reading pleasure, not to mention a chunk of scholarly tomes to peruse. Grab a chair and pony up to this reading mecca.
Tucson in action (in a readerly way)
These are just a taste of what the community offers those who carry books or e-readers around with them, or anyone who likes to shop. There’s also the bookstore for the University of Arizona and other sellers around town. Not just confined to stores, many of the bookstores represent at local events and festivals with their own tables.
To top it all off, Tucson is home to one of the biggest literary festivals in the nation. The Tucson Festival of Books is held each March and is one hell of an affair. Check their website to get a taste of what you’ll see – between trips to bookstores naturally.
Dietrich Kalteis has produced another gem with his latest historical crime novel, “Call Down the Thunder,” out this month from ECW Press. Read the description below followed by an excerpt of the novel courtesy of ECW. Find your copy here!
Sonny and Clara Myers struggle on their Kansas farm in the late 1930s, a time the Lord gave up on: their land’s gone dry, barren, and worthless; the bankers are greedy and hungry, trying to squeeze them and other farmers out of their homes; and, on top of that, their marriage is in trouble. The couple can struggle and wither along with the land or surrender to the bankers and hightail it to California like most of the others. Clara is all for leaving, but Sonny refuses to abandon the family farm. In a fit of temper, she takes off westward in their old battered truck. Alone on the farm and determined to get back Clara and the good old days, Sonny comes up with an idea, a way to keep his land and even prosper while giving the banks a taste of their own misery. He sets the scheme in motion under the cover of the commotion being caused by a rainmaker hired by the mayor to call down the thunder and wash away everyone’s troubles.
Call Down the Thunder book excerpt:
Not getting out of Kansas tonight. The dusk was coming on.
sat on the bumper. The steam had stopped rising from under the hood. Had only
been the one truck drive by since she broke down. Likely end up sleeping in the
she heard it, coming from a long way off, raising dust behind it. An old
Packard with the square cab, the headlights high and on either side of the
windshield, the kind of truck they used for delivering the post when she was a
kid. This one painted brown, gold lettering down the wood-
paneled sides. The driver slowed to a stop and leaned across the seat, calling
out the window.
kind of scorn would likely have the man driving off. Clara smiled and said,
“Darn thing started clunking and blowing steam, then quit. Sure be grateful in
case you got some water to spare, mister.” Clara sizing the man up, medium
height with a hawk nose, bug eyes and bushes for eyebrows and sideburns, looked
lucky day. Water’s my game,” he said, pointing at the lettering down the side.
Eugene Cobb, Rainmaker.
out, he stuck a bowler on his head, came around the front bumper and said his
name, looking over the old Hudson, never seen something on the road with this
little paint left on it.
huh?” She smiled and said her name.
with the note of the skeptic, Clara.” Pulling open his passenger door, Eugene
took a canteen from behind the seat, giving it a shake and offering it to her.
make it?” Taking it, she smiled and had a drink. Couldn’t believe how good it
felt going down.
it fresh this morning.”
me ask, how you go about making it rain, Eugene?” She drank some more.
a finger, he wanted her to follow to the rear of his truck, flapping back the
musty canvas. Behind some packs and tubs of supplies stood a kind of mortar on
a tripod, strapped to the truck’s floor. A simple affair of a tripod base, a
long barrel and a bipod mount. The thing painted black with his name painted
gold along its barrel.
like a cannon?”
more an artillery gun, fires a flat trajectory. Roundshot mostly.” He climbed
up in back. “What I fire’s more of a canister shot, what I call my Cobb-busters.”
sky, of course.”
I ask why?” She drank some more.
it to concuss, see? Makes it rain.”
looked up at the cloudless evening, the moon and stars starting to show.
see you’re a doubting Debbie.”
seen a fella do it, blast the sky, is all.” She looked at the tubs of sulfur
and black powder, bottles of colored liquid, some labeled ether.
them special, my Cobb-busters.” Reaching a hollow tube with welded propellent
fins, his name down the side. Cradling it in his arms, he explained about
removing the explosive, how he repacked it, then dropped it in the cast-iron
tube, how it hit the firing pin and shot into the heavens, the special blast
bringing about the rain. Saying, “I calculate the trajectory, windspeed and
velocity, you see?” Smiling, Eugene set the missile back down, pushed a pack
aside and came up with a jug, sloshing it around, holding it out.
. . . for your radiator.”
make it?” She smiled again, handing the canteen back.
the empty canteen to the corner, he hopped down, took the jug over to her
truck, looking under the folded hood. He scraped remnants of seeds and nuts
from the radiator, pointing to where some rodent had chewed through the tubes.
leaned in and saw what he was pointing at.
buggers built nests, see there?”
far you figure I’ll get?”
wondering how you got this far.” Shaking his head, he set the hood down. “Need
a new hose, at least that.”
I’m damn out of luck.”
I can offer you a lift.”
looked up the road, then back the way she’d come, then at him. “Where to?”