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B O O K 'E M Volume one Number 1 Author: Caroline Kent e-mail:
caro@freenet.fsu.edu Copyright (c) 1995 by Caroline Kent. All Rights Reserved.
"Hi everyone! Welcome to the premiere issue of "Book 'Em," an informal e-zine
that is written especially for bookstore lovers. I have been a bookseller for
almost four years and I'd like to share some of my thoughts and experiences with
you." (I glance at my watch) "If I don't hurry, I'm going to be late for work.
Why don't you come along with me to "Book 'Em" and we'll chat some more?" (I
drive to the store with a caravan of cars following me. Upon arriving, I lead
everyone through the front door. A large stack of boxes is being unloaded from a
truck) "A lot of you probably think that a bookstore is a quiet, dull place
where the most exciting event of the year is the delivery of the newest release
by John Grisham . . ." (I slit open one of the boxes and peek inside) "Oh, it's
here! `The Rainmaker' is here!" (I dance around the store and do cartwheels in
the aisles. Breathlessly, I return to the box, take out a copy, and start to
read. Someone clears their throat and I look up) "Oh, forgive me . . . I just
had to read the first page . . . for selling purposes, you know." (I take the
book and place it in the front window and return to my guests) "Now, what were
we discussing . . . oh yes, excitement in a bookstore . . ." (I am interrupted
by a crash from the spot where I had just placed the book) "Uh, excuse me for
just a moment . . ." (I go over to the window where two old ladies are in a
tug-of-war over "The Rainmaker") "May I help you?" I ask, trying in vain to keep
the two battling biddies apart. "I spotted it first, it's mine," biddy number
one screams as she tries to pull the book out of biddy number two's hands. "She
may have spotted it first, but I got to it before her," yells biddy number two.
She yanks the book out of the other biddy's hands and tumbles backward onto the
floor. "I got it, it's mine," she cackles with glee, clutching the war-torn book
to her heaving bosom. "Ladies, ladies," I manage at last. "There are plenty of
copies for both of you." "She can have that one," biddy number one announces,
straightening her rumpled print dress. "I don't want my John dirtied by her
grimy fingers." With a yank to her support stockings, she strolls off, oblivious
to her competitor who is kissing the back cover photo of John Grisham . . .
(Dusting myself off, I return to my guests) "Now, let me see if I can think of
something exciting . . . hmm . . . well, on occasion we do get to rub elbows
with celebrities. Did I tell you that John Grisham graced our store with his
presence?" (There are a few oohs and aahs) "Actually, we only saw his car . . ."
(There are a few ohs) "Here's the story . . ." A Time To Read When I came across
John Grisham's e-mail address in the book, "E-Mail Addresses Of The Rich And
Famous," I sent a letter of admiration and extended an invitation to visit the
store at his convenience. I received a polite reply informing me that the person
I had written to was not THE AUTHOR, John Grisham. I read between the lines and
realized he was telling me that he WAS John Grisham but wanted to keep his
e-mail address a secret to protect himself from fanatics, harassers, and other
such admirers. The name John Grisham was just a cover. Clever . . . I forgot all
about the letter until one day when I noticed a Mercedes Benz parked across the
street with the license plate GRISHAM. My heart began to beat in anticipation of
HIS arrival. I checked the stock level of each Grisham book, hoping we'd have
enough to supply the millions of salivating fans who would line the streets for
miles to obtain an autographed copy of their favorite title. I discovered that
our inventory consisted of two copies of "A Time To Kill," three copies of "The
Firm," three copies of "The Client," and a whopping six copies of "The Chamber."
That should hold us for about . . . five seconds. However, articles of clothing
and body parts could be suggested as alternative autographing material. Sweating
profusely, knowing HE would emerge from the car at any second, I debated whether
I should alert the local authorities. Mass hysteria was liable to break out once
the word spread of his arrival. As I was dialing the police, the Mercedes pulled
into the street and drove off in a cloud of literary dust. Disappointed, I tried
to console myself with the thought that perhaps his brief but memorable visit
would be noted in a chapter of his next book . . . "A Time To Read." (So close
yet so far, I think dreamily. Suddenly, I realize that my guests are still here
and come back down to earth) "Well, John Grisham may not have actually been IN
the store but O.J. . . ." (My words are cut short by exclamations of "You're
kidding!" and sarcastic remarks such as "What did he buy, a book on knives!")
"EXCUSE ME!" (The commotion dies down) "Thank you." (I continue) "O.J. Simpson
didn't actually visit but a lovely lady who is a very good friend of a man who
was in love with O.J.'s brother's wife did and we got to see a picture of her
friend holding a picture of O.J. and Nicole. I nearly fainted from the thrill of
it . . ." (I pick up a copy of "I Want To Tell You" and brush my fingers across
O.J.'s face. Someone coughs and I replace the book on the shelf) "Many of our
books deal with current events, such as the O.J. Simpson trial, so it's
important that I keep up-to-date on what's going on in the outside world. You
may think that booksellers live in their own little world of fictitious
characters battling evil forces in faraway lands but not me, no siree. Why, just
the other day when a customer purchased a copy of Barbara Bush's biography, I
told her what a fine job her husband was DOING as president!" (I smile proudly)
"Here are some more examples of why "ESPN" is my middle name . . ." While I Was
Sleeping Customers assume that bookstore employees know the name and author of
every book that was published since the stone age. We are also expected to keep
up-to-date on who is writing what and the exact month, day, and minute it will
be out on the shelves. And of course, we are presumed to be in-the-know on all
the nonfiction titles, authors, and subjects that are hot, hip and in demand . .
. NOT! As most laboring Americans will attest, work tends to leave little time
for the real world. For me, headline news is often an announcement that there
are fifty boxes to unpack rather than who got shot, flooded, or elected
President. America could be seized by aliens and I'd never know it unless one of
them came in the store and bought a book. So, sometimes you just have to fake
your knowledgeability . . . "Do you have Faye Resnick's book?" a man asked me
last November. I stood there for a moment, trying to place the name. I knew that
I had heard it somewhere as it sounded very familiar. "Is that a local author?"
I asked. I almost crawled beneath a shelf when the man replied: "She's the
author of the Nicole Brown Simpson book." I vowed never to let myself be
embarrassed like that again . . . "Do you have the book, `Sins Of The Mother'?"
asked a couple, two months later. I pondered the title for a second, hoping that
something would click in my mind. Finally, I opened my mouth and said: "That's
fiction, right?" "It's the book by Susan Smith, the South Carolina mother who
drowned her two little boys," the woman replied. I excused myself and hid in the
bathroom until they left. If I this ever happens again, I just tell everyone
that I've been conducting research on plant growth in Antarctica . . . (I peek
my head outside the bathroom door) "Is it safe to come out?" (Someone nods and I
emerge and pick up a stack of books) "Well, folks, I'd love to gab some more but
my boss wants me to build a prison cell out of `The Chamber.'" I've really
enjoyed sharing a little of my "book life" with you. Why don't you come back
next month and I'll tell you another fascinating story or two. To remember the
name of this e-zine, just think of any police officer on television and the
words that he or she says as they handcuff the bad guy . . . Book 'Em."
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