Sunday, August 12, 2007

Another walk, and a late-night book craving satisfied

Last Thursday night we gathered at Old Mill station and walked northwest. I'd seen bits of the Kingsway before, but this was the first time I'd walked through and really experienced the bizarre ostentation of the neighbourhood: the blocks and blocks of massive faux-Tudor mansions. We went down a staircase through some trees, to the edge of the Humber River. There was a gravel path, pale in the darkness, that ran alongside the river, and the six of us walked along it for at least half an hour without speaking, listening to the steady trill of crickets and the rush of the water. The moonless sky was ribbed with clouds that glowed in the light of the city.

As the walk wound down, and our psychogeography group passed through Bloor West Village on the way to the subway station, I was possessed by a desire to go home and read the short stories of Haruki Murakami. I noticed that the Chapters on Bloor was just closing up. Hmm. If it's 11:00 on a Thursday night in Toronto, and you really want a copy of Blind Willow, Sleeping Woman, where do you go?

The public libraries are all closed by 8:30, and the stacks at Robarts also close at 11. Book City? I got off at Bathurst Station and walked over to find it closed as well. BMV? Open, and there was a copy of the Murakami book, remaindered! Furthermore, they were playing vol. 1 of 69 Love Songs by the Magnetic Fields over the sound system.

Two staff guys were re-stocking the section near where I was standing, and one of them called out to the other, "Okay, Margaret Laurence is completely out of control." That made me giggle quietly for about ten minutes. That Margaret Laurence! You can't take her anywhere!

It was too dark down by the Humber to take any photos. However, at BMV, among the dollar books on the bargain/used table, I found this awesome drawing of an eagle:


With text on the flip side:

How can it be



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