far be it from me to pitch the proverbial bitch, but something has been bugging me of late that i would like to share with the class.
so i'm in borders books the other day, ya know, nothing like the smell of coffee that you can't pronounce while you browse your favorite penners.
so there i am, in the fiction, of course, where you can't throw a rock without hitting the dark tower series, the lord of the rings, harry potter, and a wall, a WALL of the da vinci code. and all of crichton's works are lined up chronologically on one shelf, pretty maids all in a row.
no problem, i just moooove on down to the m section to browse the moorcock selection.
except, there isn't a moorcock section. oh, they have kane of old mars... and they have that copy of skrayling tree, ya know, the last one from last year's promotion. but that's it. nothing else. nada.
now, we're talking borders, not uncle piggy's bargain bin used books from grandma esther's "special" drawer. BORDERS. the camelot, if you will, of book buying in the greater metropolitan (locale deleted for my personal safety) area. and not any discernable michael moorcock selection.
so i cruise on up to the info desk to ask bubble-popping "Twilight" if they have any more moorcock books in the back. she laughs because she thinks it's a joke. you all know what i mean when you say michael's name to someone who is clueless. that look on their face like you just made an unsuccessful dirty joke. cause it's more and cock, get it. yeah.
so, back to "Twilight". you know, the author, moorcock. elric, jerry corneilius, corum.. no, nothing. "but we can order something for you, maybe." no thanks, that misses the point.
which leads me to, the point.
There are conan books at borders. lots and lots of conan books. just none of them by howard. there was a saberhagen book there last month, i'm pretty sure. and i could have sworn the donaldson's unbeliever chronicles were still in print. none of them are at borders.
now i love the used book stores. love them. go to them as often as possible. most of my treasured items are from used book stores.
but the whole idea of going to the mega-book stores is for their mega selection. and yes, i'm no naif. i realize that the selection here may very from that in chicago or the coasts. i get the whole concept of marketing and shelf life and buying trends. i have a fairly decent sense of the business of bookmaking. only, i'm not interested in the business of bookmaking. i just wanted to buy the chronicles of count brass; available in a week to ten days, payable on delivery.
-fin
rcr
so i'm in borders books the other day, ya know, nothing like the smell of coffee that you can't pronounce while you browse your favorite penners.
so there i am, in the fiction, of course, where you can't throw a rock without hitting the dark tower series, the lord of the rings, harry potter, and a wall, a WALL of the da vinci code. and all of crichton's works are lined up chronologically on one shelf, pretty maids all in a row.
no problem, i just moooove on down to the m section to browse the moorcock selection.
except, there isn't a moorcock section. oh, they have kane of old mars... and they have that copy of skrayling tree, ya know, the last one from last year's promotion. but that's it. nothing else. nada.
now, we're talking borders, not uncle piggy's bargain bin used books from grandma esther's "special" drawer. BORDERS. the camelot, if you will, of book buying in the greater metropolitan (locale deleted for my personal safety) area. and not any discernable michael moorcock selection.
so i cruise on up to the info desk to ask bubble-popping "Twilight" if they have any more moorcock books in the back. she laughs because she thinks it's a joke. you all know what i mean when you say michael's name to someone who is clueless. that look on their face like you just made an unsuccessful dirty joke. cause it's more and cock, get it. yeah.
so, back to "Twilight". you know, the author, moorcock. elric, jerry corneilius, corum.. no, nothing. "but we can order something for you, maybe." no thanks, that misses the point.
which leads me to, the point.
There are conan books at borders. lots and lots of conan books. just none of them by howard. there was a saberhagen book there last month, i'm pretty sure. and i could have sworn the donaldson's unbeliever chronicles were still in print. none of them are at borders.
now i love the used book stores. love them. go to them as often as possible. most of my treasured items are from used book stores.
but the whole idea of going to the mega-book stores is for their mega selection. and yes, i'm no naif. i realize that the selection here may very from that in chicago or the coasts. i get the whole concept of marketing and shelf life and buying trends. i have a fairly decent sense of the business of bookmaking. only, i'm not interested in the business of bookmaking. i just wanted to buy the chronicles of count brass; available in a week to ten days, payable on delivery.
-fin
rcr
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