I have only small updates to pass along. It’s been hectic around the joint lately. Could we pass a law and have one Christmas party every month instead of having to cram them all into December? Anyway, here are some very small gifts of gab.
BOOKS TORN IN HALF: I mentioned this a few columns back, and somebody thought I was indulging in hyperbole. “Why would anybody tear a book in half?” she demanded. “And if they did, why would they think someone wanted it?”
Ah, ye of little faith! Uncle Blogsy doesn’t have to make up the weird donations he gets. I am actually seeing more and more books torn into two and even three pieces. See, if your Book Group assigns a really long book, it will sometimes discuss it in consecutive months. People apparently buy the book, tear it down the spine so the December section is here and the January section there, and then tape up the spine, essentially making two books: Part 1 and Part 2. Some people do this without the Book Group as motivation: it just breaks a big book into smaller bits for carrying on the train.
As for thinking anybody would want to read it that way, well, they just read it that way, didn’t they?
THE DREDGE: It was a lovely evening, thank you. The Dredge was in excellent voice, the egg nog came from the caterer in a vast cauldron that filled four punchbowls (there was punch as well), and the cookies were excellent. I sold only one piece of sheet music, and no one was interested in my teeny Christmas book, but lots of cookbooks and art books and books about Chicago were sold. The cheesy Christmas DVDs didn’t move, but the CDs were popular, and we sold several of the executive toys people always drop off because they think I’ll know what they are.
And where were you? Sitting at home because of the snow?. I wouldn’t have had so much to pack up.
BOXES: No banana boxes so far this week, but there was a watermelon box (too small to hold a watermelon; maybe it held packages of cubed melon), a box clearly labeled “LAMPS” (and although very suitable for lamps hopelessly large for books), and a Robitussin display stand. This actually made sense: it was used in the kitchen as a case for cooking pamphlets, so when the family decided to pass these pamphlets along, they just picked up the whole thing and sent it along.
LATE BREAKING NEWS: It has taken some time, but the very first copy of Rod Blagojevich’s book arrived at the Book Fair this week. Do NOT rush over to buy it, please: of course, it sold at the Dredge.
Told you you should have been there.