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19 June 2016 @ 01:33 pm
Originally posted by grrm at Signed Books - International Edition
Ever since the Jean Cocteau Cinema began offering autographed books from our author events for sale via mailorder, we have been getting queries from readers in Europe, South America, Asia, Canada, Mexico, Australia, and New Zealand about placing orders. We haven't been able to fulfill those requests, alas. Up till now, books were only available within the US.

The problem is shipping. There is, unfortunately, no simple, easy, and inexpensive way to ship books (or anything else, alas) outside the US. Not any more. Once upon a time, a shipper could choose between air mail (fast but expensive) and sea mail (slow but cheap). Then sea mail got abolished. After that, for a time, there was a thing called an M-bag (slow but cheap). That got abolished too. Within the US, there is Media Mail, formerly known as Book Rate, which saves a lot of money... but Media Mail does not work beyond the borders of the US. Internationally, there is only air mail... oh, and the various express services, like DHL and FedEx. So effectively the shipping options for our friends overseas are limited to Expensive and Very Expensive and Very Very Very Expensive (for overnight).



I've had my JCC staff working on this problem for many months, trying to find a solution. Sadly, there does not seem to be one. Yet even so, the queries still come in. So we've decided to bite the bullet -- for a short time, at least, as an experiment -- and offer the signed books from the JCC bookstore for sale to everyone around the world. We'll see how much demand there is, and how much time order fulfillment requires from my already overworked staff.



But please take note. The process is complicated and onerous, and shipping costs will be high. In many cases, depending on what you're ordering, shipping will be more than the actual cost of the books themselves. ALSO, please note, there could be additional charges on your end. We have no control over taxes, tariffs, customs costs, and import duties. Every nation has its own rules. Once the shipment leaves the Jean Cocteau, it's out of our hand... so if your customs people stop the package and ask for fees, there's nothing we can do about it.

((All these problems are among the reasons why we have not been taking international orders up until now. Too many complications, too many complaints)).

So... if I haven't discouraged all of you sufficiently, here's the complex and expensive procedure for placing orders from outside the USA:

1. Guest selects item(s) from the JCC website. http://www.jeancocteaubooks.com/

2. Guest has to email: jeancocteausantafe@gmail.com. The email should contain the following: item(s), and destination.



3. JCC will review the order and weigh the item(s)

4. JCC will enter destination, weight, value, dimensions of shipping box on USPS website to get the shipping cost. Unless instructed to use FedEx of DHL or other more expensive method, we will always look for the cheapest method.



5. JCC will email the guest with the total cost of the order (books, shipping, handling).

6. If the guest agrees, JCC will invoice him/ her via PayPal. PayPal is the ONLY payment method we can accept for international orders, sorry.



7. Guest pays invoice.

8. Books are shipped.



All of the books pictured above are available, along with many more. Visit the Jean Cocteau website for the full list. Stocks are limited, however. We do sell out.

ALL the books sold by the JCC are signed by the author and/or editor. Some of the anthologies and Wild Cards books have multiple autographs, though we cannot guarantee that. However, we cannot offer personalizations or inscriptions. Just signatures.

At the moment, we are only offering English-language editions... but if this system does not prove too costly for the readers, or too burdersome for my staff, we may be able to offer limited amounts of foreign language editions and translations in the future. Watch this blog for announcements to that effect from my minions. (And if you are looking for one of my books in a specific language, feel free to write the JCC at the email above and request it. We may have some).



We know this system if far from ideal, and for that we apologize... but we wanted to do something to show that we do value all the readers around the world who have written us, and would like to do our best to serve them.

Happy reading.
 
 
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12 May 2016 @ 08:36 am
Let us remember for all those who have fought for freedom, and gave their lives.. and yet you shall not be forgotten, but a symbol that will keep us fighting for what is right.

Originally posted by duathir at Patrick Galvin, 'James Connolly'
James Connolly

The man was all shot through that came to day into the Barrack Square
And a soldier I, I am not proud to say that we killed him there
They brought him from the prison hospital and to see him in that chair
I swear his smile would, would far more quickly call a man to prayer

Maybe, maybe I don't understand this thing that makes these rebels die
Yet all men love freedom and the spring clear in the sky
I wouldn't do this deed again for all that I hold by
As I gazed down my rifle at his breast but then, then a soldier I.

They say he was different, kindly too apart from all the rest.
A lover of the poor-his wounds ill dressed.
He faced us like a man who knew a greater pain
Than blows or bullets ere the world began: died he in vain

Ready, Present, and him just smiling, Christ I felt my rifle shake
His wounds all open and around his chair a pool of blood
And I swear his lips said, "fire" before my rifle shot that cursed lead
And I, I was picked to kill a man like that, James Connolly

A great crowd had gathered outside of Kilmainham
Their heads all uncovered, they knelt to the ground.
For inside that grim prison lay a great Irish soldier
His life for his country about to lay down.

He went to his death like a true son of Ireland
The firing party he bravely did face
Then the order rang out; Present arms and fire
James Connolly fell into a ready-made grave

The black flag was hoisted, the cruel deed was over
Gone was the man who loved Ireland so well
There was many a sad heart in Dublin that morning
When they murdered James Connolly- the Irish rebel

By Patrick Galvin

James Connolly, killed May 12, 1916

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28 April 2016 @ 11:25 am
Originally posted by duathir at Hawthorne Heights, 'Oceans'
Oceans

You live in letters sent with shaky hands and circumstances
I bet you never thought your life could turn so tragic
A never ending summer in the sand is not vacation

I swear I saw my life flash before my eyes
As the waves came crashing down
I saw reflections of your face up in the sky
As shots fired before you heard a sound

What's it feel like to be alone?
The one you love is across the ocean
You'll never know if he's coming home
The firefight dear, it isn't over


You spend your nights drinking alone waiting for phone calls
I bet you never thought your life could seem so long
I walked the ocean floor so I could bring you home

I swear I saw my life flash before my eyes
As the waves came crashing down
I saw reflections of your face up in the sky
As shots fired before you heard a sound

What's it feel like to be alone?
The one you love is across the ocean
You'll never know if he's coming home
The firefight dear, it isn't over


Sometimes life really isn't fair
Maybe I wished too far, far from here
But all I ever wanted was for you to care
All I ever wanted was to meet you there

Sometimes life really isn't fair

I swear I saw my life flash before my eyes
As the waves came crashing down

What's it feel like to be alone?
The one you love is across the ocean
You'll never know if he's coming home
The firefight dear, it isn't over


By 'Hawthorne Heights'

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Originally posted by duathir at John William Streets, 'April Evening: France, 1916'
April Evening: France, 1916

O sweet blue eve that seems so loath to die,
Trailing the sunset glory into night,
Within the soft, cool strangeness of thy light,
My heart doth seem to find its sanctuary.

The day doth verge with all its secret care,
The thrush is lilting vespers on the thorn;
In Nature's inner heart seems to be born
A sweet serenity; and over there

Within the shadows of the stealing Night,
Beneath the benison of all her stars
Men, stirr'd to passion by relentless Mars,
Laughing at Death, wage an unceasing fight.

The thunder of the guns, the scream of shells
Now seem to rend the placid evening air:
Yet as the night is lit by many a flare
The thrush his love in one wild lyric tells.

O sweet blue eve! Lingering awhile with thee,
Before the earth with thy sweet dews are wet,
My heart all but thy beauty shall forget
And find itself in thy serenity.

by John William Streets
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