Seven Sorts of Folks You Discover in Bookshops by Shaun Bythell evaluate – virtuosic venting | Books

THere’s a moment in the first season of a short but forward-looking black book in which an older customer appears with a box of beautiful old-fashioned vases to sell to retailer Dylan Moran Bernard. Looking at them briefly, Bernard gives him $ 40. But more importantly, the man says. “I know, I know,” Bernard admits. “But I don’t want them. I have to buy it, then, and put it on the shelves, and keep it, and people come and ask about it, and buy it, and read it, and go back and sell it and all the dangers around and around … “They give the man £ 40 to get the books.

Shaun Bythell’s writings from Wigtown Bookshop, which he did for nearly 20 years, are considered fiction by Bernard Black. He began to complain about his life, tolerate his fraudulent employees and talk about his unhappy customers on the Facebook page. He then did the same in his song Diary of Bookseller, continued with Confessions of a Bookseller, and here – a real franchise – followed by a small follow-up to the Christmas market. Inner Bernard Black will begin to sigh wearily around the world. When he looks down on the world, the world loves him.

The irony of this is that, instead of allowing his pictures to appear in one of his pages, like some other bookstore, he is offering Linnaean colors. As he apologizes from time to time: “I have touched these creatures in previous books, as do many others.” However, he is explosive and funny – and Bythell is able to tackle his problem of having the opportunity to be a favorite among, among others, self-published historians.

Excessive air is drawn in by the customers who complete the whistle-blowing whistles, constantly smelling the odor and snooping recklessly.

He lists seven types of insects in the literature: Peritus (Expert), Familia Juvenis (Young Family), Homo qui maleficas amat (Occultist), Senex cum barba (Bearded Pensioner), Viator non tacitus (The Not-So-Silent Traveler) and Parentum historiae studio (Family History). These are divided into several types – so occultists include Aleister Crowley nuts who insist on pronouncing “magiks”, conspiracy theorists, David Icke-ish conspiracies, tarot readers, spirit mediums and (oddly lovers of handicrafts – obviously because they share clothes and tarot colors.

It was George Orwell, quoted in Bythell’s first book, who saw in his own experience about selling books that “most of the people who came to us were of a disturbing nature but had a special opportunity in a bookstore”. And it seems so to this day.

Here you will find a lot of interesting steam for customers who are constantly whistling, meditating continuously, expecting booksellers to take care of their children, luring them lightly (obviously asking for more discounts when you buy two books and something), talk to booksellers to show their knowledge of other blog sites ‘a place to buy books, exchange scrolls for scrolls to’ stare ‘at an unsightly place, or leave quiet animals on the sidewalk.

Does the title say “seven”? Bythell throws in a bonus group at the end – Operarii (Staff) – says he may have named the book Eight Types of People You Find in the Market but “it’s all too late now – the media is gone – so the next is a fudge”. Do you believe him? But, you know, all of this is part of the shtick. It allows him to be humble as well. That’s why the Venditor librorum antiquorum (Second Bookseller): “Old, explosive and often drunk or stressed, the salesman works for himself for reasons other than his absence. what to do. No intelligent person would give someone a job without the most intelligent social skills so that even a lost Neanderthal person would look like Jay Gatsby has it. ”

And yet, with a heart of gold. Letter writing brings up to nine counts and descriptions for Cliens perfectus (Good Customers). Some of the little things that seem to be lacking are clever readers by Bythell giving him the opportunity to go crazy, wasteful and successful. They have nothing but love for the collectors of books about hot springs, the needs of modern fiction, and – in their black T-shirt uniforms and white educators – lovers of science fiction.

He ends up in the spirit of closing the coup for The Tempest. “Without book lovers, I would not have a business, so I have to end by apologizing …” And he concludes by repeating, as Venditor librorum antiquorum concludes, from a forgotten book half about books.

Seven Types of People You Find in the Library are published with History (£ 7.99). To order your copy go to Shipping costs may be used.

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