What does it do when we're asleep?
Realizing last night that I have for decades thought of myself as a full year older than I chronologically can have been for my first real job—I was fifteen—led into a crumble-to-dust reminiscence about the number of bookstores once to be found in Lexington Center, which gave me some serious future shock when we walked into Maxima while waiting to collect our order from Il Casale and it occupied the exact same storefront as my second job, also as a bookseller; it was perhaps the one form of retail to which I was natively suited. My third job was assistant-teaching Latin, but my fourth I accidentally talked my way into by recommending some titles to a fellow browser. ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch's anniversary gift to me was a paperback of Satoshi Yagisawa's Days at the Morisaki Bookshop (trans. Eric Ozawa, 2010/2023). It was teeth-shockingly cold and we all but ran with our spoils back to the car.
Still across the table.
Whichever table it may be.
We had set out in search of resplendent food and found it in polpette that reminded us of the North End, a richly smoky rigatoni with ragù of deep-braised lamb, and a basil-decorated, fanciest eggplant parmesan I have encountered in my life, capped with panna cotta in a tumble of wintrily apt pomegranate seeds. Hestia investigated delicately but dangerously. After we had recovered, Rob showed me Powwow Highway (1989) right before it expired from the unreliable buffer of TCM because he thought and was right that I would love its anger and gentleness and hereness, plus its '64 Buick which has already gone on beyond Bluesmobile by the time it is discovered in a field of clunkers and a vision of ponies. It has no budget and so much of the world. As long as we're in it, we might as well be real.
spatch's anniversary gift to me was a paperback of Satoshi Yagisawa's Days at the Morisaki Bookshop (trans. Eric Ozawa, 2010/2023). It was teeth-shockingly cold and we all but ran with our spoils back to the car.
Still across the table.
Whichever table it may be.
We had set out in search of resplendent food and found it in polpette that reminded us of the North End, a richly smoky rigatoni with ragù of deep-braised lamb, and a basil-decorated, fanciest eggplant parmesan I have encountered in my life, capped with panna cotta in a tumble of wintrily apt pomegranate seeds. Hestia investigated delicately but dangerously. After we had recovered, Rob showed me Powwow Highway (1989) right before it expired from the unreliable buffer of TCM because he thought and was right that I would love its anger and gentleness and hereness, plus its '64 Buick which has already gone on beyond Bluesmobile by the time it is discovered in a field of clunkers and a vision of ponies. It has no budget and so much of the world. As long as we're in it, we might as well be real.
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Thank you! I only started it last night before bed: so far it seems to be book-loving, compactly detailed, the retrospective frame indicates it will trend toward heartwarming but so far not saccharine, the narrator's socially embarrassing uncle who runs the eponymous used book store is obviously awesome. I can let you know more once I've finished it.
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Please do! :D
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Apologies for the glitch in returning to this comment! It's a small, quiet book whose handful of main characters all have some private hurt or disappointment and while the narrative would almost certainly be described as a love letter to Jimbōchō and its used book stores, I liked very much that no one in it is magically healed by proximity to literature, nearly the entire point of the story is that nothing gets better without talking to people like an adult. Periodically something in its line of argument read facilely to me, but I couldn't tell if that was the novel or the translation. It did in fact miss most of the potential for saccharine by having everyone including the heroine be something of a weirdo. It was apparently adapted almost immediately for film and I am considering looking into it.
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