I went into an independent bookshop (this one) and picked up this book here
I’d heard of this book a long long time ago… and I’d forgotten about it. This bookshop that had hundreds and hundreds of books, that was a shelter from the crazy Edinburgh wind+rain combo, had this book stacked under a large stack.
I got it at a good good price. And to me, this bookshop, barely 200 metres from my home, “is the ‘cemetery of lost books’, a labyrinthine library of obscure and forgotten titles that have long gone out of print…”
I remember reading ‘Of Love and other Demons’ on a platform. The Indian monsoon rains were being blown around into the sheltered bits and the edges of most pages of my copy were wet. No wonder I love Marquez!