Wednesday, June 1, 2011

Migratory patterns of books

The Grob sends this along from Vietnam, where he's holidaying:

I love the luxuriant bright red hair, which enhances the usual association of mustelids with lechery; however, the book on the whole sounds more Fay Weldon than SEAL club. I'm always surprised by which English-lang. books make it to faraway parts of the world; I suppose they just indiscriminately acquire remaindered books: e.g., when Calista was exploring the remoter parts of India (I think) last year, she found
a bookstore here with a sizable volume of lowell (and aside from _the audacity of hope_, _mein kampf_, various things by paulo coelho, very little else).

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