There should be a law against allowing me to drive anywhere near a bookstore. I saw the ninetieth-anniversary issue of Poetry, seems doubly thick. Lots of poets! Kenneth Koch and John Frederick Nims, both dead, alas. Stephen Dobyns, “Aphorisms”—who does he think he is, Wallace Stevens? Rachel is not in this one, though she was in the eighty-fifth; I’m sure she’ll be in the hundredth.
Prominently displayed was Nick Bantock’s latest in the Griffin and Sabine series, which I had thought finished with book three, The Golden Mean! So of course I have to pick up the one before as well: so now I am loaded with books four and five, Gryphon and Alexandria. I haven’t read the original three for years, but apparently in this set, Griffin and Sabine are shepherding two new correspondents together. Or something like that. Ah the sensous feel of sifting through someone else’s prettily designed mail!
Some expensive computer books that I had come in for, including W Richard Stevens (alas!) on Unix programming.
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