The cashier walked to the back of the store-he had to excuse himself past the guy with the cheekbones-and opened a gray metal door marked STAFF ONLY. It was a lonely kind of squawk, the kind you’d hear if you were out by yourself on a rainy moor, lost, with darkness closing in fast. The bird shuffled its feet in the seeds and droppings on the bottom of its cage and squawked once. He took a deep breath and frowned at himself, but the nerves didn’t go away.
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He was on a carnival ride, and the safety bar had dropped, and now it was too late to get off. But he didn’t leave.Īt nine o’clock exactly the big cashier closed the door and locked it with a final, fateful jingle, and suddenly Quentin was all nerves. A tall, bluff-looking guy with Cro-Magnon hair and a face like a stump who’d been furiously studying the greeting cards, pretty clearly overthinking his decision, finally bought one. The skinny kid who’d been camped out cross-legged in the graphic novels section, reading them to rags, left without buying anything. An old woman in a beret that looked like she’d knitted it herself bought a copy of The Prime of Miss Jean Brodie and let herself out into the night. “Attention! Bookbumblers will be closing in five minutes! Please make your final selections!” “Attention, Bookbumblers patrons!” the cashier said over the PA, though the store was small enough that Quentin could hear his unamplified voice perfectly clearly. He took down a copy of The Spy Who Came in from the Cold instead and spent ten contented minutes at a checkpoint in gray 1950s Berlin. But Quentin couldn’t face them right now. The Fillory books were there, of course, shelved in the young adult section, repackaged and rebranded with slick new covers that made them look like supernatural romance novels. It was looking like he had some time to kill so he joined the browsers, scanning the spines for something to read. What he meant was: let’s pretend we don’t know each other. Not to say no, I’m not in on this, I just come here for the novelty coffee mugs and their trenchant commentary on the little ironies of everyday life. He shook his head once, very slightly, and looked away, keeping his face carefully blank. She felt him watching her and looked up, raising her eyebrows in mild surprise, as if to say you’re kidding-you’re in on this thing too? Piranesi drawings: vast shadowy vaults and cellars and prisons, haunted by great wooden engines. She was standing in a corner paging through a big, expensive architectural-looking volume. When he put them back on he noticed a sharp-featured young woman, girl-next-door pretty, if you happened to live next door to a grad student in astrophysics. He’d just gotten them a couple of months ago, the price of a lifetime of reading fine print, and they were still an unfamiliar presence on his face: a windshield between him and the world, always slipping down his nose and getting smudged when he pushed them up again. He took off his glasses and wiped them with a cloth. He was getting to be a pretty old dog-he’d be thirty this year-but this particular game was new to him.Īt least it was warm inside. He wondered if it would be obvious, if he would know right away, or if there would be a trick to it.
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You would almost have thought they’d come there to buy books. A middle-aged black man with elfin cheekbones stood staring at the biographies through thick, iridescent glasses.
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A tall boy with large curious eyes who couldn’t have been older than sixteen was absorbed in a Tom Stoppard play. A jewel-faced girl with a pixie cut was reading Dante in Italian. They browsed the shelves silently, each one on his or her own, slowly wandering the aisles like sleepwalkers.
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The store should have been empty, coming up on nine o’clock on a cold rainy Thursday night, but instead it was full of people. It didn’t matter where you were, if you were in a room full of books you were at least halfway home. He pushed his way back through the racks of greeting cards and cat calendars, back to where the actual books were, his glasses steaming up and his coat dripping on the thin carpet. It was a bookstore, and he felt at home in bookstores, and he hadn’t had that feeling much lately. That’s how un-charming this store was: it had a crow in a cage. The only unexpected touch was a wire birdcage in one corner, but where you would have expected a parrot or a cockatoo inside there was a fat blue-black bird instead. Inside you could still hear the noise of cars on the wet road, like long strips of paper tearing, one after another. The enormous bearded cashier didn’t look up from his phone when the door jingled. Satisfied, Quentin crossed the parking lot.