Thanks for the review. I was thinking of making it more the the average person and not so much just for our nerdy Brothers and sisters. I decided that if they did not get this piece, then they were part of the problem. Thanks for the tip, i will add something about the cashiers for sure. I cut it out because I did not like what I wrote at first. I was more pissed at the asses in the cafe…
Journal, Diary, & Blogging / Bookstore (Analysis)
I have run aground. It seems with all the insanity in the world, I can not figure out a good topic in which to address. There are a multitude of swine out there waiting to be addressed. But who…who would be so intensely available to flex mind-numbing words with? Without a noble target, I shall focus on an event each day…
THE BOOK STORE
I have lost the ability to banter…to toss vicious words at will is a true art form. I no longer have my muse…gone. I am fighting with myself…Don’t leave again I argue within my bored mind. I have left once in search of the AMERICAN DREAM I have read about so many times…momentary success. I found associates with who I could swell beverages and ramble. But after realizing the initial step of my voyage was just a first step, I needed to return and produce a base camp, arrange my ammunition, and just now am I able to proceed…I do have a plan…not a FIVE year plan (that is to be a live and not imprisoned in any way), but a plan of assault on this god forsake world. Step one Employment: CHECK…I can fool people’s belief of a man with a job is responsible. Next I would need company and practice the arts.
In returning to the negative five degree world of the north, the brain appears to have stalled…frozen perhaps. Maybe it’s the lack of word-pugilists I once found in abundance. Where could have they gone…a journey of their own? If so, I tip the cap and wish them the best on their endeavor. Those savages have left me naked…alone to fend for myself in this god awful place with not one person to converse.
Where do the social misfits hide? The local bookstore was a start…intellectuals I figured. Once inside the buyer’s paradise I found myself surrounded by Mocha-Chi-Tea Cappuccino swelling cookie cutters…reading nonsense while pretending to peruse paperbacks written in gibberish. Trendy folk acting the part…engulfed in a novel of trash. I could not break their code. Attempts to simulate them would not be an option. I ordered a coffee and found myself under fire…coffee black is extinct. It must have a five word title. I will not even discuss the ordering of beverage size….SMALL, MEDIUM, LARGE are dead too.
In the catacombs I myself went in search of bad taste, my own garbage read. It was hard to do since a mass majority of the books are only accepted in the shop if it has the stamp of approval from Oprah. Can she not keep her hands to her self…trashing book covers with her mark? Jesus, Leave the fucking cover alone. I guess her minions would become illiterate without it. Up and down, no one…college kids in the chairs pretending to be scholars, high schoolers flanking them pretending to be college kids. WHO created these animals? Did I miss the movement, is it to late to become brain dead?
BUZZ, I received phone communication from Captain Spotts, an old associate of mine who too was in search of the American Dream…he even went KINKY politically and is well on his way. After moments of our jibber, I found myself under the gun once again…motions to be quiet came from some of the chairs. Quick thinking…I responded in proper form. After all, three well place fuck-yous and a middle-finger goes along way. “This is not a fucking library sister.”
I grabbed STEADMAN and made a mad motion for the door…I needed to escape from the reader’s war. I must find sanctuary…a Hearth….food, swill, and dreams that cover events which are surely never going to occur. HOW WOULD I PAY THAT BILL…Incredible.
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Okay, I read Khakis. Like it a lot better. There was a coherency, a clarity there which is badly lacking here. In their place instead I see a high dregree of bitterness, self-righteousness, egotism. Are you better than everyone else in that bookstore? You put yourself in the place of outsider, and therefore elevate yourself in you own mind. You see yourself the better of everyone else there. How do you know any one of those people are trapped in the same misery you seem to find yourself? how do you know they aren’t looking for the same diversions, the same inspirations that you are?
Overall, i liked this one far less than I did your piece on Khaki (I hope I haven’t confused authors on this). This piece was rambling and seemed to have too many conflicting topics. Missing muse, brainless mainstream, a need for haven; what’s the central theme? Your superiority over the masses?
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first of all i like the thought of word pugilists. that to me seems very novel. this was well written although very short. i wanted more. the genre lends itself to short i realize, however this left things out i found myself asking for more detail… was the person there for a job, for conversation, just to find a book? and such as that. love the emotion that shone through this though.
Given your “Notes to reviewer”, I won’t get into the grammar/spelling issues that need re-working in piece, I will just say that I think some copy editing would immediately make this more accessible to a wide readership. Alright, so enough of that.
Now to me, a long-time bookstore afficianado, everything you’re describing makes perfect sense – I’ve seen it all before. But I wonder if somebody who wasn’t familiar with the many joys of national frozen macchiato shoppe/bookstores would get your very clever humor. I think going into a bit more detail about the various parts of being in this kind of bookstore would help a lot. This really speaks to me- but then I’m an uber-nerd who lives in bookstores. The only real question I have about this is whether the less nerdy would be as entertained. Thoroughly enjoyable.
P.S. I can’t believe you didn’t mention the phantom cashiers, who are ALWAYS pestering you and asking if you need help when you’re trying to concentrate and pick out a book, but then seem to teleport to another planet when you’re ready to make a purchase!
Pretty cerebral, abstract. It dosen’t flow. I like some of the writing-it has a nice spoken word feel in some places. Maybe you are trying too hard to sound a certain way?
Write on.
Ah I enjoyed the Khaki rant much more but I must say I’m a closet book freak and may have been one of the types you were eyeing at the store. I do however understand the point. My book havens have turned into coffee houses and books that I came to find I often have to order anyway. I guess my tastes are a little too sensual for Opra to take. Once again I enjoyed the read and agree with much of your sentiment.
I think this piece is a little hard to follow. It is a little wordy. I usually like extra words, I think they add feeling and detail to what is trying to be said, but in this case I think it really detracts from message you are trying to get across. I do have to say that I rather enjoyed your little bit about the coffe sizes though. I have on many occasions just wanted to grab the local barista and yell “NO I want a large coffee, sugar, no cream”..
I often wonder myself as I enter the “Famed” book stores of today, if everyone else feels like they just lost more than a few IQ points.
How can we possibly expect to retain all of our intellectual ability when one is assaulted at every turn by Tony Little , TV doctor Phil Steadman or the likes of The Decider and His Stategory?
The first paragraph or two had me thinking WTF is this guy talking about, then your brains soon spilled on the floor and I was able to keep up.
It is nice to know that there is someone else who understands the gene pool is shrinking at an ever increasing rate and it is definitely showing.
“HOW WOULD I PAY THAT BILL”
Trade your quid for quip.
I think it might help to have an “imaginary” conversation with one of the patrons. In this way your banter might yet still be salvaged, or if nothing else it may lead to a revelation of where you have left it.
Wherever you go next, make sure you stand in the doorway and let your eyes adjust to the difference in light before you move.
A Very nice and amusing read,
Thanks.
I found this journal very humorous and relatable.. especially the part about the ordering of coffee.. To me, it almost seems as though it is a modern artform, socially inconspicuous, yet far above my degree of understanding.. What ever happened to “cream and sugar, please?”
Your description of even the most mundane aspects of our society is impeccable, and quite refreshing. I, myself, cannot comprehend how Oprah became the foremost “respected literary critic.”
My only qualm with you style of writing is the tendency to jump rather abruptly from one thought to another with no bridge between the two. Perhaps this is a format problem? I know that sometimes happens when posting on here. Either way, just a reminder: be careful to clarify your transitions for the reader (upon revision of course). Do not be afraid to occasionally “spell things out” for those of us with ADD (ie: me).
A lot of people read in the bookstore, it’s just how it is. Yeah I agree though a lot of em our just capitalist slime filled with 75% of garbage obssessed with the next harry potter book.
I like the flow of consciousness. The use of words is almost poetical in places.
And I can totally relate. These days, book stores are full of absolute shite. The only refuge being the Classics section and even then, you’ve got people who think they know what they’re talking about pretending to read them!
Sorry, almost started my own rant there…
Anyway, beautiful language. A few grammatical errors and maybe the wrong word used in places, but I’m sure that’s just because it was a rant. Nothing major.













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