Saturday, September 17, 2011

Sad Picture From These Times

That's a picture I found on the internet. It was taken the next-to last day of a Borders, in a location I forgot to note.

As you might know. Borders declared Chapter 7 bankruptcy and decided to close all its stoies. I had written about the bankruptcy earlier this year; one of my posts is here.

I remember when the first Borders opened in Indianapolis just before Thanksgiving 1986: Almost 25 years ago. Before it opened, Indy was not well served by its bookstores; most of the new books were sold at BDalton or Waldenbooks in the malls, and the selection was primarily best sellers and paperbacks.

I remember going into the new Borders and finding books from the Loeb Classical Library of the Harvard University Press. That was a pleasant surprise because it was something you'd never see in the mall bookstores. Although I never bought a book from the series, I was happy to know that they were easily available.

During the week before Labor Day, I made a couple of trips to two of the Borders in the Indianapolis area that were still open. Among my purchases were, in alphabetical order:
  • Bright Star, a collection of poems and love letters by John Keats, inspired by his love for Fanny Brawne;
  • Dostoyevsky's The Brothers Karamazov in a new translation by Richard Pevear and Larissa Volokhonsky;
  • The Informant, by Kurt Eichenwald, about price fixing by Archer Daniels Midland;
  • Laugh Lines, a collection of short comic plays;
  • The Master and Margarita by Mikhail Bulgakov;
  • The Secret Lives of Hoarders by Matt Paxton;
  • Red to Black, a espionage novel by Alex Dryden;
  • Snow, by the Turkish novelist and Nobel laureate Orhan Pamuk.
  • And Spies of the Balkans, another espionage novel, by Alan Furst.
I'd like to think that my purchases helped, in their small way, to settle Borders' debts.

ADDENUM: The last 31 stores of the chain, located in 18 states, will close tomorrow, according to a story in The Huffington Post.

Sunday, September 4, 2011


Speakers of the English language, be glad most verbs aren't conjugated like the verbs ring (ring, rang, rung) and sing (sing, sang, sung).
One of those verbs is fix. Instead of fix, fixed and fixed, it would be fix, fax, and fux.

And that would be fucked.

So I guy can never tell you I fux it and you think O really?

An Apology

As I have told you before, my friend Frank often corresponds with me.

Lately, he's been in an apologetic mood.

Here's an excerpt from his latter letter to me:

to all the women i called bitches before ... i apologize ... that's sexist ... instead, i should've called you assholes ...