Search Results: West from Black Cat Hill Books

Santa Cruz, CA Moving Parts Press, 1991. Paperback First Ed, unstated. INSCRIBED AND SIGNED BY THE AUTHOR. First Ed, unstated. Very Good+ in Wraps: minimal wear to extremities; faint soiling to wrapper covers; small coffee stain along inch-and-a-half of rear hinge; binding square and secure; text clean. Remains close to 'As New'. NOT a Remainder. NOT a Book-Club Edition. NOT an Ex-Library copy. 8vo. 103pp. Paperback. INSCRIBED AND SIGNED BY THE AUTHOR.

Stockton,CA Privately Printed, 1910. Hardcover First Ed, but unstated. First Ed, but unstated. Good+: Binding shows moderate wear to extremities, rubbing to front face, partially obscuring orange titles and black impressed designs; moderate general wear; faint soiling; small dampstain upper corner last few pages; hinges starting. Binding square and secure; text clean. NOT a Remainder, Book-Club , or Ex-Library. 8vo. 245pp. Tooled and decorated cloth over boards; Decorated Endpapers. Hardback: No DJ 'as issued'. Consists of prose and some poetry, Jack London, Stewart Edward White, Dan De Quille, Helen Hunt Jackson,etc. Work "representative of the coast, from pioneer days to the present (1910)".

San Francisco, CA Chronicle Books, 1990. Paperback First Edition Thus[1990]; First Printing indicated. INSCRIBED AND SIGNED BY THE AUTHOR. First Edition Thus[1990]; First Printing indicated. Near Fine in Wraps: shows light wear along outside edge front panel; crease near lower front corner; otherwise flawless; binding square and secure; text clean. Close to 'As New'. NOT a Remainder, Book-Club, or Ex-Library. 8vo. 69pp. Original illustrated glossy paperwraps. Trade Paperback. In this, his fifth collection, Soto's voice is heartfelt, rooted strongly by a sense of place. The place is California: "Home is west,/ Further than the river/ Will reach, or clouds." Even the titles of these poems hint at their earthiness: "Provisions," "House, Street, Old Man," "Friday Night Fish." In them Soto celebrates memory and everyday life: "Dust is a faint aura of loss." Their metaphors are like magnets pulling you in: "Her hands like doves/ On the… Read More