Still there
Went to the Strand Book Stall this evening, partly just to make sure it was still there. Silly, I know, and I hadn’t seen the Shanbhags at the shop for months now - but still. I picked up a copy of Roberto Bolano’s 2666, which The Complete Review calls “nearly perfect”; a collection of post-Independence Indian poetry in English edited by Eunice de Souza for the National Book Trust; and a copy of M.C.Chagla’s autobiography, Roses in December, as a 73rd birthday gift for my father. It was a book that my mother had admired greatly. The title comes from a J.M.Barrie quote: “God gave us memory that we might have roses in December.”
