Books and brickbats
Over the past fortnight, I bought just three books from the secondhand bookstall I frequent on my way home from work. I usually pick up more. They were The Silent World of Nicholas Quinn, an Inspector Morse mystery by British crime writer Colin Dexter; Dr. Death by American psychologist Jonathan Kellerman; and Jailbird by Kurt Vonnegut. These are used books in very good condition and cost me a little over a dollar…for the lot.
While I am familiar with Dexter and Vonnegut, I have never read Kellerman before. However, Dr. Death will have to wait his turn behind a long line of to-be-read books which, on last count, was pushing fifty, maybe more; not counting the unread Agatha Christie, P.G. Wodehouse, the Classics, and God alone knows what else.
Of course, I can get Kellerman to jump the queue because I am curious to read how psychologist-detective Alex Delaware solves the brutal murder of Eldon Mate, alias Dr. Death, somewhere near Hollywood. I will have to bring Kellerman to the book-front ever so discreetly lest it annoys Martin Cruz Smith, Agatha Christie, Lloyd C. Douglas, Frank G. Slaughter, Amitav Ghosh, and Ed McBain who are immediate next.
When the hoarding gets tough, the books (have to) get going. Pretty unlikely, till I decide whether to read them, and read them fast, or give them away. It’s a malady that afflicts and a dilemma that confronts all book lovers.
For the time being, I have decided to take the middle path—no more new (old) books.
So this entire week, as I stepped out of the railway station in the evening peak hour and walked past the bookshop, I turned abruptly on my heels, stepping on cursing shoes and feet, to look at the neat pile of books. I didn’t buy any, though, except for a beautiful hardbound The Secret of the Lost Necklace and Other Stories by Enid Blyton (Award Publications Ltd, 2008), a gift for a child.
Here’s what I have missed so far, all in mint condition and selling at Rs.100 ($2) each—five books by James Patterson, based on his characters Alex Cross and Michael Bennett; three books by the historical-romance author, Julia Quinn, which included the Bridgertons family series; one book by Jasper Fforde, whose title I don’t remember; two books by fantasy writer Jonathan Stroud (Books 2 & 3) of the Bartimaeus Trilogy; Espresso Tales by Alexander McCall Smith; and Samit Basu's The Manticore's Secret (Book 2) of the three-part GameWorld trilogy, a fantasy. There were more, many more…
Then yesterday, December 1, as I was browsing but not buying, the shop owner came up to me and said: “A new lot has just come. We are sorting them. Wait for a couple of days.”
“What category of books?” I asked.
“The Rs.20 lot,” he smiled, knowingly, for half my collection in recent months has come from the 50-cents pile. You don't want to know what it looks like.