Mike DeCapite, Adele Bertei, and Lucy Sante will read their work and sign books at Howl! Happening (6 East 1st St. between Second Ave. and Bowery) on Sunday, October 24, at 3 p.m. Books by all three writers will be for sale.
Mike DeCapite will be reading from his new novel, Jacket Weather, and signing books on the following dates.
NYC: Sunday, October 10, 3 p.m., Book Party w/ Reading
Howl! Happening, 6 East 1st
Cleveland: Friday, October 15, 8 p.m., with Adele Bertei and Lucy Sante
Beachland Tavern, 15711 Waterloo Rd.
Detroit: Saturday, October 16, 6 p.m., with Adele Bertei and Lucy Sante
Third Man Records, 441 West Canfield St.
NYC: Sunday, October 24, 3 p.m., with Adele Bertei and Lucy Sante
Howl! Happening, 6 East 1st
Hudson, NY: Wednesday, October 27, time TBA, with Adele Bertei and Lucy Sante
The Spotty Dog, 440 Warren St.
Woodstock: Saturday, October 30, 2 p.m., with Adele Bertei and Lucy Sante
Bearsville Center (hosted by the Golden Notebook) 297 Tinker St.
Los Angeles: Thursday, November 11, 7:30 p.m., with Adele Bertei and Lucy Sante
Skylight Books, 1818 North Vermont Ave.
San Francisco: Saturday, November 13, 6:30 p.m., with Adele Bertei and Lucy Sante
Make-Out Room, 3225 22nd St.
Mike DeCapite’s novel Jacket Weather will be published by Soft Skull in October 2021.
For now, here’s Mike’s piece “Christmas Eve,” which appeared in 2017 at the Howl! Happening website.
Happy Holidays, everyone!
Mike DeCapite reads outtakes from Jacket Weather on Maggie Dubris’s totally charming Poets Pandemic Podcast here. With Klezmatic Lisa Gutkin playing songs as fresh as spring.
We also highly recommend the episodes with Elinor Nauen, Sanjay Agnihotri, Mimi Lipson, and Max Blagg, though any episode will provide you with a welcome break from the computer screen or TV and transport you as completely as listening to a radio on a porch.
Maggie recorded Mike DeCapite reading other excerpts from Jacket Weather on February 16, 2020.
Soft Skull Press made the following announcement in Publishersmarketplace on March 25, 2020:
Author of THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD and RADIANT FOG Mike DeCapite’s JACKET WEATHER, about a couple who meet in New York City’s downtown music scene in the ’80s and then reunite in the present day in their fifties and fall in love, which contemplates art, community, mortality, and the textures and patterns of time, to Yuka Igarashi at Soft Skull, for publication in fall 2021 (world). Rights: firstname.lastname@example.org.
Mike DeCapite will read from his novel Jacket Weather with friends Greg Masters and Sanjay Agnihotri as part of Sanjay’s Local Knowledge reading series, on Sunday, February 9, at 2 p.m., at the Parkside Lounge, 317 East Houston (at Attorney).
One night after work, more than thirty years ago, in Cleveland, I took the Rapid Transit train downtown, a Friday night in early December, that’s how I remember it, right after work, in the dark. For some reason, maybe by mistake, I took the train to 25th Street instead of downtown. I was going to the record store, Record Rendezvous, where Jimmy Jones presided, maybe it was payday, and after mentally paying all my bills and figuring and refiguring my budget for the next two weeks, maybe I had an extra twenty to blow. I could usually manage to buy a record or two every couple of weeks. Anyway, I got off the Rapid at this deserted station, this deserted platform across the river from downtown, and it was snowing. I was a little lost but not completely lost, because I could see the Terminal Tower across the river, through the falling snow. I was just lost enough. And since I had nowhere to be that night and didn’t have to work the next day, which opened my imagination or dropped my defenses against it, and since I was accountable to no one, I started walking toward downtown. I must have dared myself to do it—just walk there—and started walking down the hill toward the river. Not that it was a long walk or anything. It was a challenge to routine, to the idea that I had to get right home or explain myself to anyone or to myself. It was a challenge to established routes. And so I made my way downhill and then, in the dark among the weeds, I found an unused road along the river, and I followed it. The snow was falling in big flakes and ticking into the weeds, and through it I could still see the Terminal Tower. I was lost but not too lost, and because it was Friday and payday I was free but just free enough to know it. I think of this as the time of Sandinista, the Clash record, but it could have been a year later. I don’t remember what I bought at the record store, I don’t remember being there, I don’t remember downtown or by what bridge I crossed the river. What I remember is walking on a road that wasn’t quite a road, through tall dead weeds, with the Terminal Tower visible through the falling snow, in the early dark of a Friday in December, having what turns out to have been one of the happiest nights of my life.
Zena Smith is the author of the poetry collections Fracture; Take No Prisoners, Pull No Teeth; Shake Hands; Siding with Desire; and Ticks.
Mike DeCapite returns to Cleveland’s Southside, the setting for his first novel, Through the Windshield, to preview his latest, Jacket Weather.
November 27, 2019, 7 p.m.
2258 Professor Ave.