Posts tagged ‘Bookshop’

June 9, 2011

Bookshops

I found myself in two bookshops today. One was good. The other was okay.

The best thing about the one that was good was that it had most of my favourite writers; specifically Carver. I’ve read his collected works, but still, when I see him on the shelf I have to pick him up – every time- and read the first paragraph of a favourite story. It makes me happy. There was also Hemingway and McEwan and Desai and a bit of García Márquez.

The bad thing about the good bookshop was that most of the best books were new and I didn’t want to pay full price. Still, they have a fairly comprehensive second hand section and I found Richard Ford there. There was also plenty of hardback Rushdie – there always is – I got one for £4.

The okay bookshop only has second hand books and it didn’t really have what I wanted. Which is why it is only okay. Although I did get 2 books. So that saves it from being bad. Maybe next time it will have more books. That would make it a better bookshop.

November 8, 2010

The Pinter Posse – Meeting 2

The Pinter Posse met up today.

We didn’t talk about anything Pinterspecific – try saying that with a lisp! – but we did spend some time in a grimy second hand bookshop. Of course we were drawn to the so called Play section with texts written by so called playwrights who are so called good but there was only one book by Pinter.

We left in disgust and I went home and had a Pot Noodle. It was the first Pot Noodle I had eaten in a while, and I got it cheap from the SU shop, so I was looking forward to it. Unfortunately it didn’t satisfy my hunger and I had to have a packet of Mini Cheddars as well. There’s not much those bad boys don’t fix.

Today I also bought a copy of i, that new posh tabloid from the Independent. It was quite good. I think I will buy it again.

The Review Sketch as promised last blog.

Telephone Call

A couple are talking on the phone. The Man has just had a meeting with a major publishing company. Both are in their thirties. There is the sound of heavy traffic in the background.

WOMAN: Did they like it?

MAN: They loved it.

WOMAN: Fantastic. Did they love you?

MAN: They loved me.

WOMAN: That’s fantastic.

MAN: It went just how I said. Didn’t I say it would go this way? It’s fantastic.

WOMAN: That’s wonderful.

MAN Isn’t it.

WOMAN: Where are you now?

MAN: I’m walking down the Strand.

WOMAN: It’s really loud.

MAN: Isn’t it fantastic. I told you it would be fantastic.

WOMAN: I said that it’s hard to hear you.

MAN: Fantastic.

Pause

WOMAN: Tell me what happened exactly.

MAN: They loved it. The whole lot. They want to publish the whole lot.

WOMAN: That’s fantastic.

MAN: There’s going to be a party tonight. A big party.

WOMAN: The road is really loud.

MAN: I think it’s going to be a bit more sophisticated than that.

WOMAN: I wish I was there.

MAN: At the party?

WOMAN: No, with you.

MAN: I love you too.

Pause

WOMAN: The drug addicts are back.

MAN: I know. It’s fantastic. Isn’t it wonderful?

WOMAN: I said the drug addicts are back.

MAN: Bang on the window.

WOMAN: I’m too scared.

Beat

Where are you going?

MAN: I’m meeting up with Julie for lunch.

WOMAN: Who’s that?

MAN: Julie.

WOMAN: Who?

MAN: Julie.

Pause

WOMAN: Where are you meeting her?

MAN: What?

WOMAN: Where’s Julie.

MAN: I’m sorry, the traffic is loud it’s hard to hear you.

WOMAN: It’s hard to hear you too.

MAN: I’m sorry, it’s the road.

WOMAN: You always say that.

MAN: What?

WOMAN: That you’re sorry.

MAN: Why are you sorry?

WOMAN: Fantastic.

MAN: It is. Isn’t it? I told you it would be. They loved me. Are you going to come into town later?

WOMAN: I don’t know if I’d have the time.

MAN: We always used to go out in town.

WOMAN: Times have changed. I’ve tightened up.

MAN: We’ll go to that club like we did before. You know, last summer, we went to Koko, and then after we met those friends. Who were they again? One was wearing a Jack Wills t-shirt and the other – well the other had something else on. A boy and a girl. Don’t you remember the boy and the girl?

WOMAN: I don’t remember the club or the boy or the girl.

MAN: Maybe you were drunk. But why don’t you come down, and then we will stay overnight somewhere and go and watch the football tomorrow afternoon. That’s what you need; a bit of relaxation.

WOMAN: You think that would be fantastic.

MAN: It would be fantastic.

WOMAN: But things have tightened up a bit.

MAN: Well maybe that’s what you need.

WOMAN: What?

MAN: A bit of relaxation.

WOMAN: I’m sorry, I’ve lost you.

Pause

MAN: I was just saying you need a bit of relaxation.

WOMAN: I don’t think I’ll have the time.

Pause

MAN: I’m sorry, I think I have to go. I can see Julie.

WOMAN: Ok.

MAN: But I’ll see you in town later.

WOMAN: No.

MAN: I’ll send you a text and tell you where we are.

WOMAN: Fantastic.

MAN: I know, it’s just great. Really fantastic isn’t it.