Field Notes from a Bookseller

The good, the bad, the literary.

Two people stand in front of my desk passionately debating the validity of an underground chicken club, sparring partners on opposite ends of the spectrum, discussing the ethics of it all, while I try to follow the bouncing ball. 

No, I’m not telling you where it’s held, it’s a secret club.

But what exactly do you do there?

If I told you then it wouldn’t b…