in past-life, i worked for The MegaBookstore, in a variety of capacities over my 7 year tenure. for a spell, when i lived "out west", i helped open a new location, and was put in charge of the "remainders" sections. i was, for a year, the queen of overstocked, marked down, slightly damaged, out-of-date books in all genres. but when my shipment came every tuesday, it was the box of "hurts" i was seeking. we'd receive only a copy or two of a specific title, marked way down for some reason: a little more than shopworn, a non-stock special order that was never picked up by the customer, too specific academic texts. and sometimes, there would be no obvious reason. and maybe i'd find a copy of something truly amazing $2.98. a jewel in a sea of mass produced cookbooks, coffee table books and best sellers past their prime.
one evening, about 8 years ago, i made a drunken analogy about Chris, while sitting with him in a local bar. it was my pathetic attempt at trying to cheer him up while he was bemoaning relationship woes. i compared his value as a friend to first a remainder, then a hurt. what i had been trying to say was that he was a jewel in a sea of over-hyped, quality paperback pap for the masses. "yeah", he said. "for the low, low discount price of $4.98. all this and more."
fortunately, he knew what i had meant, although he gave me a snarky/difficult time about it.
but maybe it wasn't just about him. maybe it was about me, too. i felt slightly damaged, a little overexposed. why would anybody pay "full price" for me, when they could just wait a few months until i hit the sale bin? and truth be told, for the first few years after the Kiddo was born, i did feel shopworn. as a result, i made some perhaps inappropriate choices in my life. i needed to prove to someone (who that is remains to be seen. it could be any number of suspects) that i wasn't a throw-away. that i really was a new york times bestseller.
i have a happy home on my "bookshelf". i'm read daily and well loved by the lead clerk. my spine is bent back and cracked in a few places, but not due to careless handling. my dust jacket may be torn in a few places, and certainly i'll never be a first edition collectible or have a reading guide supplement. and i'm okay with that.
thanks to Joy, who inspired this post.
one evening, about 8 years ago, i made a drunken analogy about Chris, while sitting with him in a local bar. it was my pathetic attempt at trying to cheer him up while he was bemoaning relationship woes. i compared his value as a friend to first a remainder, then a hurt. what i had been trying to say was that he was a jewel in a sea of over-hyped, quality paperback pap for the masses. "yeah", he said. "for the low, low discount price of $4.98. all this and more."
fortunately, he knew what i had meant, although he gave me a snarky/difficult time about it.
but maybe it wasn't just about him. maybe it was about me, too. i felt slightly damaged, a little overexposed. why would anybody pay "full price" for me, when they could just wait a few months until i hit the sale bin? and truth be told, for the first few years after the Kiddo was born, i did feel shopworn. as a result, i made some perhaps inappropriate choices in my life. i needed to prove to someone (who that is remains to be seen. it could be any number of suspects) that i wasn't a throw-away. that i really was a new york times bestseller.
i have a happy home on my "bookshelf". i'm read daily and well loved by the lead clerk. my spine is bent back and cracked in a few places, but not due to careless handling. my dust jacket may be torn in a few places, and certainly i'll never be a first edition collectible or have a reading guide supplement. and i'm okay with that.
thanks to Joy, who inspired this post.





6 comments:
I totally relate.
Your post reminded me of one of the songs I turn to when I need comfort,
Richard Thompson's Cooksferry Queen:
It's a secret, but no secret
It's a rule, but no rule
Where you find the darkest avenue
There you'll find the brightest jewel
Now my name it is Mulvaney
And I'm known quite famously
People speak my name in whispers
What higher praise can there be
*********
You are GOOD Barb, a FIND
Parenthesis, Parenthesis
((((((((Barb)))))))
Barb is indeed good value.
First edition, or not. Autographed, or not. I'll keep you on my shelf with my other favorites.
Goodness me. There is a company in Australia called "Academic Remainders" but not so academic thatb they don't sell penny dreadfuls, srt books, history books and novels...I have ben getting my books from then for years - we live a long way from decent bookstores....sigh! I have a wonderful library thanks to these people.
thanks, Ladies.
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