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2003-02-25

The great beast February — to steal a phrase from Clive Barker — is here again. This means that most bookshops have their annual sale. Me, I don’t rush. I’ve been there and learnt my lesson. Initially it is impossible to find anything at all, too many people running up and down the aisle, picking up and then dropping the books somewhere else as far away from the other copies of the same book as possible.

But mainly I wait because many of the books they’re offering are not interesting and far too many of them shows up year after year. Well, either that or they just look the same.

I want to find the books no one wants, the ones in the bottom, pushed aside for bestsellers, the ones that aren’t mentioned anywhere in their sales catalogue. The weird scrawny books everyone scoffs at because they do not fit in the usual categories. These are hard to find the first days, so I’ll wait for the heap of rubbish to be bought and carried away by others.

Almost anyway. I had to submit an order at SF bokhandeln so that I might at least get one of the books they listed.