Tuesday, April 07, 2009

de ja books

Last night I dreamed I was looking at my favorite shelf of books: the unsorted fiction shelf at the Hawthorne Powell's. When people bring books in to sell to Powell's, the books get dumped temporarily on a particular shelf and that's my favorite place to browse.

So I dreamed I was looking at that shelf and came across an anthology of obscure, Eastern European authors. I hadn't actually heard of these authors, but the book looked compelling enough so I bought it.

Today, walking to Freddie's for supplies, I stopped into Powell's to test the dream out for signs of reality. I did not find an anthology of obscure authors (unless you count the collection of PG Wodehouse I picked up for Mera), but I did have a weird experience.

Nearly all the books on the shelf were books I had owned in the past, books I'd read in college or two years ago, books I'd lost or loaned and forgotten or sold to Powell's myself at some point.

It kind of made my head swim a little and I wondered if I should buy some of them back, if I was being given a weird opportunity to reclaim or relive something.

In the end I didn't. But it was something to think about.


Blogger heather said...

ooh cool dream. i haven't been to the hawthorne powell's but i wonder if they have shelves like that at the others.

8:25 AM  
Blogger not drowning waving said...

hey, when you saw those books, how did you feel/react?

8:18 AM  

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