Librarians everywhere hate me

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Originally Posted by €uroMeinke

But you are soon to be initiated into the secret society of Murakami lovers, which gives instant cache among the hiden intelligensia of the service industry.

Whe we were last in Chicago, in an upscale chocolate shop we noticed the sales girls had a dog-eared copy of the Wind up Bird Chronicle behind thge register. A casual remark about how delightful we found the book and we found ourselves, discussing the Murikami ouvre, all the while surrounded by exotic chocolates.

Someday, this librarian will realize the profound moment that passed between you and will momentarily blush in shame the very moment you taste a "Black Perl" truffle, dark chocoalte with black seasame seeds and a hint of wasabi.

Balance will once again be restored.

Thanks, that's a comforting thought. The hidden intelligensia of the service community is my favorite kind. The most intelligent people I've known have worked at the lowest ranking jobs. It seems as though the bookstore, coffee shop, chocolate shop, etc. employees have read the best books, have their finger on the pulse of the underground art and music communities, etc. I know that when I was making near minimum wage at a used bookstore I was more intellectually stimulated than at any higher paying job. Plus, when you're poor you can be smart and thumb your nose at the opulent middle class.

Chronicles of a Wind Up Bird, and most of his other titles were at another branch, so I ended up with Kafka on the Shore. I've only read the first chapter and so far I'm clueless as to what it's about. I've avoided reading the jacket description so I can read it as though I'm walking through a maze. I don't know where it ends and I have no idea how I'm going to get there. That's something I find I can do only with new-to-me author's who use obscure titles. It's like an adventure.

I'm not sure the librarian will ever feel that twinge of shame, but I'm all for the exotic chocolate.