June 30, 2012
Sarah Gerard has decreed that today, and probably until the 4th, we will only be selling books about the beach. Let’s list those books, just so there is no confusion as to who is at fault when you come to our cash register and we just stare at you and your existential Czech novel about llamas with bare-faced contempt before turning our backs with forearms crossed over our chests in the ancient bookmonger ritual of banishment. First up: Paul Virilio’s Bunker Archaeology. This book is a delightful romp across the strands and marshlands of the shores along the English Channel. Oh, and monolithic structures of engineered death, obsolete as soon as they were built; there are some of those in there, too.

Sarah Gerard has decreed that today, and probably until the 4th, we will only be selling books about the beach. Let’s list those books, just so there is no confusion as to who is at fault when you come to our cash register and we just stare at you and your existential Czech novel about llamas with bare-faced contempt before turning our backs with forearms crossed over our chests in the ancient bookmonger ritual of banishment.

First up: Paul Virilio’s Bunker Archaeology. This book is a delightful romp across the strands and marshlands of the shores along the English Channel. Oh, and monolithic structures of engineered death, obsolete as soon as they were built; there are some of those in there, too.

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