David Kipen, whose lending library Libros Schmibros comes to the westside with a pop-up at the Hammer Museum later this month, writes about the closing night of Village Books in the Palisades, in which your humble host makes a cameo:
To keep my mind off the temptation to weep uncontrollably, I asked myself which book would make the most fitting final purchase. The buzzards had long since started circling, so the remaining books were already huddling toward the middle shelves, hemmed in by vacant plywood on all sides. When I hit Mark Sarvas up for a suggestion, that sly blogger at the Elegant Variation — with unnerving speed, as if he'd already somehow had the question leaked to him — pointed discreetly toward a copy of Philip Roth's The Dying Animal. Then he resumed fulminating darkly about the evening's events: "Where were all these people six months ago?"
I'm still fulminating darkly, too angry to put down my own thoughts about the closing. Everything I have to say will likely get me kicked out of my neighborhood. So you have Kipen's frankly superior musings in my place. Check them out. And for those wondering, my final purchases at Village Books were At Swim-Two-Birds, Pictures from an Institution, The Lonely Passion of Judth Hearne and Kate Christensen's latest, The Astral.