Remembering the Music
April 7, 2021
Part One of this essay can be found here.
ALAN writes:
On many days I worked on upper floors where I would comb through hundreds of boxes of books in perfect disarray, many of which had not been opened in years. I was excavating for books or periodicals or ephemera that I knew would sell or that I would set aside for myself or for customers whom we knew were looking for certain subjects or authors. As a booklover, I enjoyed the work. It was clean work except for the dust. Occasionally I opened a box and found a spider or two dwelling within. But I tried not to disturb them because they didn’t make all that much noise. Some customers were not that courteous. I remember one woman who climbed a ladder to reach books on a high shelf and then purposely dropped them on to the floor. We objected to that. She was one of a kind.
At the end of many workdays I would come downstairs by way of the ancient freight elevator at the back of the building and then walk down a two-tiered carpeted staircase leading to the ground floor. The proprietor and one or two employees (there were never more than two or three) would be standing there, getting ready to close the shop in late afternoon, and I would say to no one in particular, “Is everybody happy?” Read More »