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1 " —Now please please no please don’t tell me now Crow Books, too…? I loved that place, the paperbacks shoved behind the other paperbacks on the metal racks because there wasn’t space, the mostly sense that they just want to have all those nice books in there for you, waiting for you if you want - need - to discover something, and the bad lighting, and the rumply chair with its bottom rupturing stuff, and Mr. Shelling and his rectangular mustache and no employee recommendations and discovering Denis Johnson and Virgin Suicides and I just can’t, I can’t— "
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2 " The e-mail lands like a mortar in the Hum suzerainty. "
3 " And guess what he finds. Nothing. And I mean that literally. Not a de Brogliesque absence of presence but a Tertullian presence of absence. "
4 " —I've always liked hardware stores. All the glues and the garbage pails and the adzes and insect zappers. Makes you feel good. Some people think hardware stores are testaments to decay. Proofs that the creation exists to unmake itself, that everything's heading drainward. Negative. Just take a look, and all those stores are arguing precisely the opposite - that the world can be made better, significantly better, in, like, endless numbers of ways. They're seriously optimistic places— "
