A poet and now a novelist, too

KnightPrisoner

BOOKS | Mark J. Mitchell

I’ve lived and worked in the Fillmore since before it was new. Old-timers might remember me as the philosopher of beer behind the counter at Bi-Rite Liquors at California and Fillmore before it closed its doors. More recent arrivals might recall me as the Champagne advisor and single malt Scotch whisky guru holding forth at D&M Wines and Spirits for 15 years.

Before moving to the neighborhood, I studied writing and medieval literature at the University of California at Santa Cruz. And even while working all those years in the spirits business, I supported a serious writing habit.

I am primarily a poet, but every now and again poetry is interrupted by prose. My first novel, Knight Prisoner, was published by Vagabondage Press in June. It’s a historical adventure story set in 1470 in London relating the early criminal adventures of two masters of writing and crime imprisoned together, as told through the eyes of their servant.

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Finding fate – and faith – near Fillmore

Photograph of Maya Angelou by Dwight Carter

Photograph of Maya Angelou by Dwight Carter

AUTHOR, SINGER, poet, orator, actress and civil rights activist Maya Angelou has had many jobs in her storied life — including, when she was growing up in the Fillmore, a stint as a calypso dancer at the Purple Onion in North Beach.

Recently Angelou recalled her first job: as a San Francisco streetcar conductor.

“I liked the uniforms,” she says. So the 6-foot-tall 16-year-old applied for a job. “I had seen women on the street cars,” she says. “I just had not noticed they were all white. It hadn’t occurred to me.”

When they wouldn’t even give her an application, “I was crestfallen,” she says. Then her mother put steel in her spine. “Go get the job,” her mother told her. “You want it, then go get it.” She went back to the office, taking along “a big Russian novel” to read while she waited.

“By the third day, I wanted to return home,” she says. “But I didn’t want my mother to know I wasn’t as strong as she thought I was. So I sat there for two weeks. And finally a man came out and asked me in.”

Her tenacity won him over — along with her claim of experience working as a “chauffeurette for Mrs. Annie Henderson in Stamps, Arkansas” — her grandmother.

“He accepted me and I got the job,” she says. “That was really my mother’s doing. She was so strict — and so sure about me.”

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‘We are refusing to let Marcus Books close’

IT HAD BEEN WHISPERED on the street for weeks: The venerable New Chicago Barbershop had closed and another black Fillmore institution, Marcus Books, would soon be closing, too.

Roots run deep for both the bookstore and its building. Before the historic lavender Victorian at 1715 Fillmore that houses Marcus Books was moved from its original location a few blocks away at 1690 Post, it was home to Jimbo’s Bop City, a legendary after-hours joint that features prominently in the neighborhood’s jazz legacy. Before that — before neighborhood residents of Japanese descent were rounded up and sent to internment camps during World War II — the building had housed the Nippon Drug Co. in the heart of Japantown.

“Perhaps no other structure in San Francisco has such an extraordinary story,” the Chronicle reported in a splashy feature story in mid-May. But the article did not mention that the building had changed hands at a bankruptcy sale a few weeks earlier, and that its street-level tenant, the oldest black bookstore in the country, was endangered.

That story went public on Sunday, June 9, when the front page of the Examiner proclaimed “Closing Chapter” and a headline inside reported: “Marcus Books on brink of closure.”

The next day a phalanx of black leaders assembled at Marcus Books before a group of reporters and television cameras to decry the events that had endangered the bookstore.

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A bookstore blossoms in Japantown

Clare and Gregory Wood are the owners of Forest Books in Japantown.

Clare and Gregory Wood are the owners of Forest Books in Japantown.

BOOKS | MARK MITCHELL

In a time when so many people live nose deep in their electronic devices, opening a bookstore seems almost like a subversive act.

Still more subversive is opening a used bookstore. No screaming bestsellers. No fresh off the presses celebrity memoirs or political apologies from disgraced officials. Just a room full of books that have already passed through someone else’s hands.

Nonetheless, Forest Books is now open in Japantown at 1748 Buchanan Street.

The store itself is not new, but was displaced from its 24-year tenure in the Mission District by rising rents. Owned by Gregory Wood, a tall, Zen-trained poet and artist, the store seems to slip easily into its new location.

“I’ve been a lifelong Japanophile and Sinophile, and it seems like a complete fit,” Wood says. “And my wife works in the neighborhood.” Clare Young-Wood is a familiar face behind the counter at Bay Bread Boulangerie on Pine Street.

While many used bookstores consist of teetering towers of books awaiting sorting or shelving, even in the process of getting settled, Forest Books gives off a sense of purpose. The space is bright, sunny and spare. “I like the idea of a clean, well-lighted place, and I like the idea that books should be presented in a way that shows respect for the people who buy them,” Wood says. “I don’t have any junk here. More than half of my stock is out of print books, and a good proportion of that is collectibles.”

Wood started his store long ago in response to a religious urge. “I’ve been a lifelong Zen Buddhist practitioner,” he says. “I’ve been in and out of the monastery all of my adult life. That’s what monks do; they go in and out periodically to refresh their understanding. And at one point I just thought, what am I going to do that’s going to reflect my life unobtrusively and do the least harm. I thought a bookstore would be a good way to do that. The whole idea is to give people a chance to feel at ease, to be at peace in the more or less public atmosphere of a bookstore.”

The neat stacks at Forest Books offer sections on art and technique, the humanities, African American culture, Native American culture, local history and world history, among many other subjects. Browsers come across the old edition of a book they once owned, books they have only heard of — and many that have been long out of print, or at least long off the shelves of the still-standing large retailers.

“I’m trying to represent a longer reach of cultural value that fosters peace and values education and that has things you’re not likely to see twice,” says Wood. “It’s a very, very carefully curated selection of books and that means that we make a very clear distinction of what we want to have on the shelf. Every book is cleaned and wrapped with a dust jacket cover and researched in some cases to find the context for its particular value. I’ll explain with little identification cards that tell the customer why a book should be especially appreciated.”

In addition to carrying used books at reasonable prices, Wood stocks rare and collectible books. There are early, small press editions of San Francisco and Beat poetry as well as beautiful editions of Asian classics and first editions of world and contemporary literature. One section is devoted to literature in English translation. Arranged by the original language, it’s invaluable for someone who wants to explore French, German or Japanese literature or other source languages.

In many ways, the bookstore’s move to the neighborhood seemed destined.

“Quite literally, all the shelves actually fit — we didn’t have to redesign anything, they just fit like the place was made for it,” says Wood. “A number of my friends have said to me, ‘You’re home.’ ”

Photographer made his mark on Fillmore

A new book tells David Johnson's story and includes many of his photographs.

A HANDSOME NEW BOOK — melodiously titled A Dream Begun So Long Ago — chronicles the life of photographer David Johnson from his childhood, shuffling through the care of various adults in segregated Jacksonville, Florida, through his on-and-off relationship with the art of photography. Now it’s firmly on again as the 86-year-old relishes his recognition as one of the foremost historical chroniclers of black life in San Francisco and the Fillmore community in particular.

In the book, told in the first person and written with his wife Jacqueline Annette Sue, Johnson reminisces about his early days under the tutelage of Ansel Adams — and the day in 1946 he climbed up on a scaffold to take what would become an iconic photograph of the neighborhood called Looking South on Fillmore. Excerpts from the book follow.

I work in the darkroom alongside Ansel Adams as he produces very large black and white landscape murals. As I watch him working, we have a conversation about print quality as he applies some developer to a print. I say laughingly, “I thought you were a purist,” meaning showing the photograph just as it was taken. Ansel chuckles and says, “Yes, but I am not an absolute purist.”
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Little library now lending

The Little Free Library on Suttter Street: It's a neighborhood thing.

A MINI-TREND to establish individual Little Free Libraries, begun in the Midwest in 2009, has led to the creation of thousands of libraries throughout the United States and in at least 17 other countries.

And now there’s a Little Free Library in the Fillmore.

Bibliophiles who pass by 2223 Sutter Street, near Scott, will find a hinged wooden cabinet bearing a sign: “Little Free Library. Take a book or leave a book.” Many do.

Local resident Michael Scdoris built the library, which can hold up to 50 books, from material scavenged during morning walks with his dog.

“I’ve gotten a great response and numerous letters from people,” he says. “I’m finding out what people in the neighborhood like. Children’s books are gone instantly — and so is any how-to book.”
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From Muybridge to Facebook

Q & A | Film critic David Thomson

By Mark Mitchell

David Thomson’s The New Biographical Dictionary of Film is considered a must-have reference by almost all serious movie buffs. But Thomson is more than just a film critic, more even than a film historian. His works include a biography of novelist Laurence Sterne, an account of the Scott Antarctic expedition and a brooding meditation on the state of Nevada, along with a few novels and some autobiographical works. In his ambitious Have You Seen…? Thomson presents his take on 1,000 films, pointing out the wonderful ones like a favorite uncle showing you something shiny.

Born in London in 1941, but a San Francisco resident for the last three decades, he still speaks with a soft English accent. Farrar, Straus and Giroux has just published Thomson’s 23rd book, The Big Screen: The Story of the Movies — a good time to catch up on his ruminations about life, film and the future.
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Inside the Getty Mansion

Photograph of Ann and Gordon Getty’s living room by Lisa Romerein

DESIGN | DIANE DORRANS SAEKS

Twenty years ago, interior designer Ann Getty began a large-scale redecoration of the Pacific Heights residence where she lives with her husband, Gordon, a composer. It was built in 1906 to a classic design by architect Willis Polk and offers an entry hall with collections as opulent as any London museum. The Gettys, generous philanthropists, often entertain an international retinue of cultural and political figures.

At auctions in New York and London, Ann Getty acquired furniture from the great English country houses, including Badminton House and Ditchley Park. Unable to collect French antiques — she says the Getty Museum was in an acquisition phase, and even her budget was not large enough to bid against the family museum — she gathered George II gilded chairs, dramatic Anglo-Indian beds inlaid with mother-of-pearl and porcelain and ormolu objets.

“I love the heft and boldness of English antiques,” says Getty, who is also a champion of art education.

In Paris she scooped up vivid 18th-century silk brocades for pillows. From the estate of dancer Rudolf Nureyev she acquired velvet patchwork textiles, which she made into dramatic curtains.

The renovation, plus the addition of a new wing when the Gettys acquired the house next door, took place over a decade.

“This is the ornate look I love for myself, but I don’t impose it on my clients,” she says. “My work is not all over-the-top design. For clients, I want rooms that reflect their style.”

Even among this grandeur, there are quiet corners for an afternoon tête-à-tête overlooking the Palace of Fine Arts.

Her gracious rooms, with tufted sofas and chairs covered in plum-colored velvets and golden silks, are at once exotic, dazzling and comfortable. Party guests can often be found sprawled on silken sofas, and friends curl up to sip Champagne on chairs covered with luscious Venetian hand-woven silk velvets.

A quartet of Canaletto paintings hovers above a gilded console table in the music room, a theatrical stage for family celebrations. A Sèvres porcelain table commissioned by Napoleon (its pair is installed in Buckingham Palace) stands in a corner. Gilded benches and tables from Spencer House, plus a silk-upholstered glass chair with the look of carved crystal, all demonstrate Getty’s original eye.

While Ann Getty can design entirely practical rooms for young families, the rooms in her own home glow with baroque splendor. Blossoms, birds and butterflies painted on pale blue Chinese silk panels glimmer on the walls of a bedroom.

“Designing is a minor art, but such a pretty one,” says Getty as she glances around her living room. “I love to create interiors that please the eye. Beauty can be so uplifting.”

Ann Getty Interior Style by Diane Dorrans Saeks, published by Rizzoli, is available at Browser Books, 2195 Fillmore. More on the author’s design blog, The Style Saloniste.

Blessed by our time and place

BOOKS | Thomas McNamee

While writing my new biography of Craig Claiborne — The Man Who Changed the Way We Eat — I traveled far, in my mind, from our quiet Victorian home near Fillmore Street and from the fresh, simple food that for me is the best of San Francisco. Whether cooking the wondrous provender that my wife and I find every week at the Ferry Plaza Farmers Market or dining at Florio or SPQR — our local favorites — I always try to remember how richly blessed we are by our time and our place.

My work took me to places and times long lost and in them I found a certain sweet melancholy. I was obliged to occupy my own past, 35 years and more ago, when I was living in New York City with my young bride and learning to cook from Craig’s New York Times Cook Book. Thanks to a rich uncle from Mississippi who visited often, we were able to dine in New York’s finest restaurants of the day, the ones Craig esteemed above all others, and gave his highest ratings. These were mainly French and formal: La Grenouille, La Cote Basque, Quo Vadis, La Caravelle, Le Cygne, Lutece.
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Sexual crime and punishment

BOOKS | Eric Berkowitz

It took 25 years, but I have returned — to a city that feels like home even after a decades-long absence; a city that warms my spirit even as its fog freezes my bones; a place where I can be the public interest lawyer I want to be; and where a local publisher is publishing my book.

The epic journey of the human spirit, which forms the basis for every good story since Homer’s Odyssey, involves a person leaving home, undertaking a long journey, then returning with the benefit of experience. Odysseus did it. Forrest Gump did it. And, in my own small way, I did it too. I left San Francisco in 1985 an unhappy young attorney who felt that deep inside he was really a writer, and came back a writer who happily gives legal services to the poor — and just had a book published.
My new book, Sex and Punishment: Four Thousand Years of Judging Desire, published May 8 by Counterpoint Press, was researched in Los Angeles and written in Paris. But the book’s true roots, like so much else important in my life, are here in San Francisco.
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