For some reason a post I did a while back on tsundoku seems to be attracting some attention, so I thought I’d
cash in expand on this after a recent trip to one of my favourite secondhand book stores.
Tsun-do-ku (n.) the act of buying books and not reading them and/or letting books pile up unread on shelves or floors or nightstands.
The store in question is the wonderful, volunteer-staffed cavern of books at Blickling Hall, which the Croxii visited earlier today, as it was sunny, to attend a Spring Fair, the kind that features craft stalls and displays of rustic pastimes such as grummet-nadgering and crimping-the-ferret.
The SF section of the bookshop is tucked away right at the back, between crime fiction, erotica, and a door marked ‘staff only’. So, there I was, with an armful of Moorcock, Wyndham and Peake*, when this bloke puts his head round the door and says “if you like SF, I’ve a load more of it ‘ere, just come in, come and have a look.” So I did.
I love bookshops like that.
* solicitors and commissioners for oaths, estd. 1787.