Just this morning, I came back from Downtown with about eight boxes of books, given to me by a nice couple that’s moving to Chicago. The selection included everything from Wolfe to Franken, from poetry to architecture. A whole bunch of stuff, really.
This batch will be a nice, starting base for the 52nd City Book Sale, coming up in, oh, two months, let’s say. We’re looking to compile a nice, treasure trove of books to sell, to support the publishing efforts of 52nd City in the coming year. If you happen to have a few titles to part with – and, people, what you’ll get in trade at the used-book shops is scarcely worth the gas money in driving them there – feel free to drop me a line and we can meet up to make the exchange. My basement, already in chaos, has room for more.