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Book Rec: Harbors by Donald Quist
This is the first installment in a series of posts where I recommend books that are fantastically written. Coming the day after yet another officer was acquitted in yet another […] Continue Reading →
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Reading for Unheard LA on KPCC
A couple months ago I wrote an essay for an “Unheard LA” event put on by KPCC, my local NPR affiliate. They broadcast my reading on “Take Two” a week […] Continue Reading →
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The Clipper Ship Era: An Epitome of Famous American and British Clipper Ships, Their Owners, Builders, Commanders, and Crews, 1843-1869
Hey folks, this is another review in my series on the Tea Clipper Races. This one gets a bit into the weeds (both the review and the book itself), but […] Continue Reading →
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Films For Creative Types
Artists often work alone. While isolation naturally draws introverted personalities into the richness of their inner life, it can also leave creatives feeling confused about their progress and place in […] Continue Reading →
Hi, I’m Joshua Rigsby
I’m a writer and a bookstore owner. I enjoy tautologies.
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Y Pickles, Tho?
A fair question. I write about writing and books and life and 19th century tea clippers. None of that is particularly related to briny vegetables. I just like the idea that a pickled cucumber is a pickle. I enjoy the backhanded humor of it. I like to fuck with people. I’m not sure what to tell you.
Joshua Rigsby
Joshua Rigsby runs a bookstore in a small town in Georgia. He has written for Thrillist, The Los Angeles Review of Books, Southern California Public Radio, and the Atlantic.
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