Ella Wise
The first time Oliver had too much wine on Santorini, he teased with Craig about building a bookshop. Now we have too much wine, and tease Oliver and Craig for actually doing so.
Like a beautiful Frankenstein, Atlantis Books is seemingly standing…
The Cowboy
The Cowboy.
The.
Cowboy.
That’s right.
He’s long.
A lama when stretched over a boulder looking for a better view.
Too long.
Clumsy.
Runs into unsuspecting Tourists who are too busy saying “Look at all the dogs, honey. They’re sleeping!”…
Some happenings.
There’s been a journal entry looming for at least a month so I apologize for the absence of word. There have been some happenings. Athena is no longer with us.
Four days later Maria Viard called to see if I could watch a puppy for one day.
‘Just…
Seth Kershner
Oia’s Atlantis Books felt a lot like Danny’s house in Tortilla Flat. Granted, nobody was Latino. And, despite Craig’s attempts to hide it from the locals, there were at least 3 Jews living under one roof. Nevertheless, the collection…
Professionals
We’ve had two busy nights in a row hosting friends for dinner.
When the night consists of sweeping the floors and baking bread and preparing dinner for a few guests and that’s something to refer to as ‘busy,’ you know that we haven’t…
Crrrreak.
And Chapter Two.
I’ve been writing to friends that I’m feeling fat and zen. Fat and zen. 2005 has always been one of my favorite years.
It’s blatantly clear that this isn’t your grandpa’s Atlantis Books. No rewind-and-just-press-play.…
Xenia and the Atlantis Books (by EVH)
The idea of xenia, or guest-friendship, has been central to Greek culture since ancient time as implied in numerous mythological stories. The suitors in the Odyssey deserve their label as “enemy” because of their violation of exactly this…
Chantal
it's been almost a month since I left the lovely atlantis books. the day I returned to new york, it felt like I had awoken from a beautiful (long and incredibly lucid) dream that was already fading from my grasp, changed in a way that I couldn't…
Beck
It is a month now since I departed the cliffs, cats, books and heat of Santorini. Yet it is still fresh in my mind, buried deep somewhere in my tummy, and a clip of some magical film as I close my eyes. Oia, a place where artists stay throughout…
Lyndsey Redding
Santorini is a paradise of paradox. The dark, foreboding stretch of a sleeping dragon cuts sharply through the sublime calm of the sea. White washed cliff dwellings bounce light from an otherwise black, and dark landscape. It is a picture,…