I Used to Understand How Bookstores Worked, Not Anymore
Even before I approached the help desk, which they call "Customer Service", I was hesitant, feeling that I was going to waste my time asking where I could find a copy of Binyavanga Wainaina's memoir, but before I changed my direction and walk away from customer service, the clerk noticed me and said, "How can I help you?" "I don't know if you guys have a book entitled 'One Day I Will Write about this Place'. It's brand new, just came out." She hesitated, which gave me the chance to think that maybe I had got the title wrong, so I was already entering the Africa-is-a-continent debate within myself. '"One Day I will Write about this Continent'", I say, but before she reponds, I correct myself, "'...about this Country.'" I should know the title of this book, of course. But there is a feeling I get when I am in this bookstore, the only big one remaining in my immediate vicinity. It has all these bo...