There use to be a bookstore in San Francisco’s Tenderloin called A Dirty, Poorly Lit Place for Books.  Sandwiched between adult bookstores and the sort of liquor stores that kept all the goods behind bars, the store was packed to the gills with the bottom rung of second hand books.  Whatever you found there, you found through luck or determination or both.  The shelves held … Continue reading Firmin by Sam Savage