I am a Book Junkie
When you are not at your best, trawling the bookshops of Charing Cross Road on a quest to find some special tomes slips from being a pleasure to a feat of endurance. However, I am a book junkie. If I could, I would probably mainline words from my favourite authors.
There it was no surprise that even though I felt like three-day old leftovers, I braved the bump-and-shunt crowds in search of new works by Sinclair, Self and Bragg.
Five-storeys of Waterstones, a circuit of Foyles and a visit to the magnificent Blackwells saw me score signed copies of The Book of Dave and The Progressive Patriot. I was in book addict heaven. Literature is the ultimate mind-altering substance and I had 600-plus new pages to feed my head.
The shop assistant who served me in Blackwells was full of orgasmic descriptive energy and praise for The Book of Dave. Given how politely disdainful or dismively uninterested the Blackwells’ team usually are about their customer purchases, this counts as high praise for the latest work by Self.
There it was no surprise that even though I felt like three-day old leftovers, I braved the bump-and-shunt crowds in search of new works by Sinclair, Self and Bragg.
Five-storeys of Waterstones, a circuit of Foyles and a visit to the magnificent Blackwells saw me score signed copies of The Book of Dave and The Progressive Patriot. I was in book addict heaven. Literature is the ultimate mind-altering substance and I had 600-plus new pages to feed my head.
The shop assistant who served me in Blackwells was full of orgasmic descriptive energy and praise for The Book of Dave. Given how politely disdainful or dismively uninterested the Blackwells’ team usually are about their customer purchases, this counts as high praise for the latest work by Self.
posted by David at 11:59 PM
4 Comments:
Wow, i love Foyles! I wanna go back....
Glad you had a nice reprieve. You deserved a smile or two. Although I'm pretty sure it's Charing Cross, not Charring Cross.
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I feel the same way rummaging through great heaps of scrap metal at the local junkyard. I bend, twist and weld discarded iron and steel into useful gadgets and functional contraptions. I get a general idea of what is to be built and then I let the detritus tell me how to go about it. I get an adrenaline rush every time I pull some prefabricated component from the pile and visualize all of the possibilities. For the complicated gizmos, I will eventually draw a set of blueprints but not until I have a pile of scrap to prime the mental pump.
Sounds like a great score...I'll be looking for a review when you are done, in say, six hours!
I am an addict too, my friend...could be worse drugs of choice!
Hope you are well. Enjoy those crispy new pages.
Thank you GC. The irony that the day my readers start correcting my appalling spelling is the day I am offered an editing gig does not escape me.
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