I had never read anything of Paul Auster although he’s been many times recommended to me. One of these last days that I’ve been PC-less and… not bored… let’s just say… I’ve been overtaken by the inmensity of time when you’re economically safe, not overwhelmed by work and careless about almost anything that may happen around, in the world. Not boredom, let me remark. Something near to apathy but that neither.
Anyways, one of these last days, those days, I was wandering around bookstores trying to catch some sale (what kind of bullshit capitalism is this one of Mexico’s that we so ashemely lack of book sales, not mention decent preowned bookstores or simply libraries?) .
And I found one: Paul Auster’s Travels in the Scriptorium, his newest novel. I’m now in the precise half of the book, page 74 of 148.
It’s a true little jewel. It’s a first edition, in hard cover and lovely irregularly cut pages. It’s marked with a $22 USD price and $28 for Canada. It has an extremely beautiful and meaningful photgraphie by Nick Vaccaro in the jacket. And it only costed $79 pesos to me!
Thank you Gandhi! For you’re the only true capitalist bookstore of this country!
P.S.: I will later write about the literary content of my precious little jewel, but I have to actually work right now =D