Just came back from the Newberry Library Book Fair. It was an utter madhouse. Literally hundreds of people rudely crowding aisles, snatching things indiscriminantly and generally being obnoxious. I almost turned around and left as soon as I walked in. But I ended up with two good books for $3.50: The Monk by Matthew Lewis (a gothic horror novel that Bunuel often considered adapting for film) and The Music of Chance by Paul Auster. The latter I already have, but you never know when you’ll need another copy.

Yesterday, at the staff-only pre-sale browse, Andy found two more Alberto Moravia books for me that I’m keen to devour. He also found about a dozen other books for himself.

I’m glad that the sale is such a success, but I’d go at your own peril. Seriously.