September 1 Yesterday
dealer gave me a book not yet published. In fact, he gave me a pile of leaves glued crudely, with a false cover of a French novel. Proof is still full of errors. The novel will be published within a few months. I felt privileged, someone who is in possession of a small advance, a secret, the secret of a book which in turn is expected to be a bestseller. Today
R., a friend gave me several books. R. is the coordinator of the book review section in a literary magazine, and that performance is constantly receiving packages and boxes with news from all publishers. R. does not seem as excited as I am with those shipments that threaten to cram their study in four days. And more than once I've read reviews from other critics, too overwhelmed with packages that do not stop new arrivals.
So it is not uncommon on the slope of Moyano, in Madrid, was able to buy this more than once bibliomaniac specimens that were within the greeting card of the author or the editor, sometimes with a few lines in which begged the critical reviews the book in question. The other day, for example, I bought a book online Patricio Pron, the Argentine writer, which contained a card from the head of communications for the editorial. On it was written by hand: express wish of the author . Which had been free before selling it to the second-hand bookshop where I bought it, had taken notes of one of the stories included, and there had abandoned them, perhaps because in another story, on the first page, there circled all the "who" had been found. And they were many, certainly, although I did not bother me.
Yo, that except in rare exceptions I buy and pay for my books, yes I have had several times that feeling of being overwhelmed by something related reasons: when I was jury awards and I had to read many things infumables, or where no award through, I had to read out of obligation or commitment. Worse, when I had to say publicly attending not to the book, but considerations, say, social.
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