so, the cat is out of the bag...we're moving! this will be our last Christmas in Sackville Street, where we've been since 1936, but as the building is being redeveloped it's time to move on, dig up all the skeletons, and find somewhere new, ideally that doesn't leak as much 🤔
the older I get, the more I understand that "acquire a number of similar things so we can put them in a row and admire them" is some kind of fundamental universal human impulse that underlies a great deal of our behaviour
"I bought another book"
- transactional
- people will ask if you REALLY need more books
- reminds you of your bank balance
"I paid a terrible price for this knowledge"
- classy Faustian vibes
- intimidating
- implies all books are priceless treasures. which they are.
If you ever feel bad about yourself, consider that three days trapped in a cabin with lord byron was enough to traumaspawn two *distinct* schools of supernatural horror story
losing my mind over the victorians attempting to industrially manufacture spider silk but having to stop because the spiders wouldn't stop biting all the scientists and eating each other
HISTORIAN: they were rarely seen apart
ME: yes
HISTORIAN: one carried the other's poetry to his death
ME: Yes
HISTORIAN: they wanted to be buried together
ME: YES
HISTORIAN: these two men were close friends
ME: NO
lol so today this bookstore is having what could be its first health & safety inspection in about 258 years and reader I am crying with laughter
they sent a very helpful man who started off super cheery but 1 hour later is acting like he's trapped in a SAW movie
romance idea: a vampire fakes their own death once or twice a century (before anyone gets suspicious) but every time they have to buy their entire library back under a new name and identity, and over several generations the local bookseller family starts to get suspicious
“He asked you to shoot at people who weren’t shooting back,” growled Vimes, striding forward, “That makes him insane, wouldn’t you say?”
“They are throwing stones, Sarge,” said Colon.
“So? Stay out of range”
― Terry Pratchett, Night Watch
I think what The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde really teaches us is that you can make as many evil alter egos as you like but the academic credentials do not transfer
today I get to discreetly drop off a package of occult books at a train platform in an exchange with the butler of a man I've never met which should give you an idea firstly of the lengths your bookseller will go to for you and secondly how much of a caricature my life has become
we are rapidly demonstrating in real time the second most powerful of human impulses after "organizing things" which appears to be "war over how things should be organized"
quietly raising a glass to everyone who had to spend Christmas by themselves this year, with a helpful reminder that no-one with a book in hand is ever truly alone because if all else fails you can hurl it at someone from a window
I cannot believe I need to say this but no we cannot find you the first edition of the bible it doesn't matter how much money you offer I beg you please stop asking and think about it for a moment
sorry I missed your email but I didn't look at my inbox over the weekend because I refuse to participate in the notion that there is any such thing as an out of hours rare book emergency
did our bookshop just get delivered a cease and desist from aziraphale 😂
@neilhimself
and
@terryandrob
the fandom is out of control, which I have no complaints about but good heavens
its the weekend, so it's time for another game, is it not?
Inspired by one of the worst house guests in history, I present:
"Trapped in Your House due to Hans Christian Andersen" the rpg
it's pride month so it counts as work to remind you that the past is extremely queer, and we know this because LGBTQ+ people historically spent a lot of time writing extremely thinly veiled books about it right under everyone's noses, turn over a rare book and you find a gay
"I need to do some research at the library"
- unassuming
- low impact on family gatherings
- people demanding you return
"I must commune with the dead for their wisdom"
- necromancer chic
- blame inaccuracies on grandma
- no-one will question fancy robes or long absences
the other day a very nice lady came in with her grandson because she was taking him on a 'smell tour of London' and she wanted a book for them to smell, so I fetched them a book, they smelled it, and I've been having an existential crisis about where my life is at ever since
the most important thing a real, brick-and-mortar bookstore can offer you is the chance to find something you didn't know you were looking for
algorithms choose stuff for you based on who you have been up until now. they struggle to predict who you might be tomorrow
someone just rang in because they wanted to buy a sword and instead of telling them 'I am sorry we do not supply swords we are a bookstore' richard just tells him 'oh i know a guy' and walks off
every day i realize I have no idea what goes on in this place
YOU: why is the printer not working again
ME: (with a rudimentary understanding of windows 11) the machine spirit is unresponsive, tray 2 is engaged in heretical spooling, join me in chanting the canticle of troubleshooting
because it's the weekend, and I clearly have too much time on my hands
I present Battle of the Brontës, the rpg about dismal weather and incredibly talented sisters
in England the traditional way to address someone breaking into government buildings is to cut them into bits and then every year on the anniversary of the attempt you burn little scarecrow caricatures of them as you set off ironic explosives
look I hate to break it to you but when a notable author passes away and you casually stroll in to buy up all the first editions it is not subtle, you can be honest, we all know whats going on, the rare book trade is a macabre bazaar of sin and I do not have the moral high ground
ART COLLECTORS: my vault is hermetically sealed
COMIC COLLECTORS: everything is ordered by issue and in plastic
TOY COLLECTORS: I've never even opened this box
BOOK COLLECTORS: (erupts from a pile of books) I have no idea what I was looking for when I started
It's worth noting that if the world at large wasn't so snobbish about fantasy, we might be teaching books as accessible and insightful as Night Watch to kids in school and in the process avoid raising quite so many little fascists.
you know it's really strange but on reflection I think there is really only one figure in the whole of human history who you can poke fun at on the internet in the full confidence that not a single person will object, and that is lord byron
'No civil police force could hold out against an irate and resolute population. The trick is not to let them realize that.'
- Terry Pratchett, Unseen Academicals
due to the increasing risk of coronavirus, we are re-implementing our tried and tested plague protocols last used in 1918
1⃣ you wait across the road from the bookstore
2⃣ you drop coin into a designated bucket
3⃣ we hurl a random book at you across the street
personally I wish to be buried with my husband in the same grave with our bones arranged in a heart formation and the headstone to read "they knew each other casually"
people often ask us what working in a bookstore is like and lately words fail me so I made you a fun dice game to show you exactly how it feels - I present Bookstore, a one page micro rpg for lonely people
why spend your money on space travel when you could buy a gothic castle, fill it to the rafters with obscure texts, live out the rest of your life in comfortable seclusion and then leave your entire fortune to the person who can solve the riddle hidden in your collection
if I text you 🏰🐗📚 I'm trapped in the castle of a terrible beast but don't bother rescuing me because he has an extremely well stocked medieval library and I could actually learn to live with the tusks
“You took an oath to uphold the law and defend the citizens without fear or favor," said Vimes. "And to protect the innocent. Maybe they thought those were the important things...you're an officer of the law, not a soldier of the government.”
― Terry Pratchett, Night Watch
If I'd known when I walked into this rare bookshop 8 years ago (then still young and full of hope) that I'd one day be bullied into writing a book about it I would have fled screaming
that's right — it's PUBLICATION DAY for Once Upon A Tome: the Misadventures of a Rare Bookseller
every year I hold a little anniversary for the time when I called another bookseller 'chaotic evil' and they complained to the Antiquarian Bookseller Association
when I was 11 I was bullied by an angry jazz instructor into picking up a trombone and many years later I got this job because the manager thought it was hysterical that I would include that on my CV, so the lesson here is that there is no lesson and the world is chaos
I am being haunted by a bookstore owning angel who sends me personalized Christmas gifts, wax sealed letters and magic sixpence (marked as "perfectly innocent printed materials")
mr.
@neilhimself
sir can you collect aziraphale please he is out of control with good tidings
DOCTORS: yes i am afraid you may all have to self-quarantine for up to two whole weeks alone with little human contact
ME (inside my book fort): this is the moment I've been preparing for all my life
small reminder that we are still running a reduced staff because we prefer them alive, and we really appreciate it when people are patient about non-urgent things, such as the entire concept of rare books, everything we do and all the services we provide
I occasionally hear people say that a household only has room for a single bibliophile, and I always say that seems like a failure of imagination because humans actually don't take up much space if you fold them right
people are fleeing twitter and I am just-
do you know how long it took to get this bookstore popular on one social media platform
I am not doing it again on a different one
I refuse
archaeologists will find my bones buried under this hill
the other day I hear a *big* sigh of relief way across the bookstore so I look up from my corner and chris is beaming, holding up a book and a magnifying glass, saying "it's okay, everyone, it's not human skin!" and that was our win for that day
someone sent in a 16th century copy of Dante's Inferno for us to look at and BEHOLD HOW TINY IT IS, damnation has never been so cute and portable
It gets plus +15 book points for the term "Spirito Bizzaro" which is what I aspire to be when I die
lol he's playing a video about fire extinguishers
sir, this place is a tinderbox
if it gets near an open flame, it's basically game over and I think we can all just accept that
ok, I have cleaned it up a bit for posterity
I would like everyone to forward this game to all their friends and associates who say things like 'i would love to own a little bookstore' because it is imperative you save them from themselves
if I had a penny for every time this week someone came in and made rather unsubtle inquiries about how to acquire a book bound in human leather I would have two pennies. which is not a lot but it's weird that it happened twice.
I'm not sure he appreciates our Hunger Games school of healthy and safety
he's not even ticking boxes anymore
he's just mumbling "training" and looking distraught
if you send us a really rude email, then I have to tell you that it will absolutely get forwarded around the shop to muttered exclamations of "the nerve of it" or "good grief"
and also no to the thing you asked for 💙
if someone is bothering you, you can always come into the bookstore and we will act like we know you, though you may have to pretend you have an intense, undying love of byzantine architecture (or whatever is currently in stock)
I always act like I'm so much better than fantasy protagonists but lets be honest I would 100% touch the book of forbidden secrets, even if it did mean accidentally starting the war of the unclean and maybe also releasing the queen of spiders from her endless slumber
hi welcome to gondor
pick any house, we have many empty due to the burning mountain of evil 3 miles that way
no there is no king, they all died a few thousand years ago and replacing them seemed a bother so we gave the throne to the janitor
yes that is our tree, it is dead
UPDATE: inspector has left, looking rather pale and having been introduced to book collecting which seemed to cheer him up a bit
he did ask us to do a few things like remove the books from in front of the fire extinguisher but that was obviously his delirium talking
NEW PINNED TWEET
we are Sotherans & we sell old/rare books
we are so old that no-one remembers we exist, thanks to centuries of polite marketing
we have a clock that doesn't work, a stuffed owl and at least one relatively amenable ghost
find us at
sorry it took me so long to reply to your email, I died 200 years ago and my ghost can only manifest enough telekinetic power to press keys once a week
If you'll excuse me I need to go and find a platonic friend to write a 160 page biography about after their sudden death describing their face in intimate detail whilst clutching a sculpture they chiselled of me from raw stone because this is normal behaviour for acquaintances
I don't personally play a lot of attention to sport and so for weeks I have been convinced I was living in some kind of english horror movie as people kept telling me it was 'coming home' but wouldn't tell me what It was, what It wanted, or what I could do to prevent It arriving
it's that time of year again so here is your annual reminder that if you stumble across a creepy book abandoned on a pedestal in a dusty chamber it is almost certainly a poor idea to open it
today I scared away a bunch of five kids (who were banging on the glass like hooligans) with a single malevolent glare
I have finally reached peak bookseller
“Coppers were always outnumbered, so being a copper only worked when people let it work. If they refocused and realized you were just another standard idiot with a pennyworth of metal for a badge, you could end up as a smear on the pavement.”
― Terry Pratchett, Night Watch
it's a bit like working with wild bears
you're locked in a deadly embrace with a profession that will inevitably one day come to an abrupt and probably rather painful halt
except bears don't usually leap off shelves towards you at 1pm on a friday afternoon
he's a 3 and he hid his homicidally insane wife in the attic and tricked you into a fake wedding ceremony and also he's really rude to you all the time BUT he's rich and you are also a 3
one time I was asked to arrange a book display in the window by any theme I wanted so I chose RAINBOW and I was never allowed to touch it again because it turns out they meant something like "epicureanism" or "long form poetry"
I have never witnessed such talented trolling in all my life, EVEN THE SEAL IS BEAUTIFUL, they had business cards made up
afsghdjd
@Mr_AZ_Fell
did you do this
today's events include finding someone has added a "poisonous" book into stock and now I guess we have to do a whole staff meeting about why we cannot sell poisoned books to customers, and how a footnote is not considered to be taking sufficient precautions
ME: ok everyone I need all the gay books we have so I can do a thread
STAFF: we sold it
ME: what
STAFF: (weeps) the internet is so gay, we sold it all and we need to buy more we SOLD it oliver you didn't tell us the internet was gay why didn't you tell us it was gay
This is my last post as temporary captain of the Sotheran Twittership. I hope my mix of buffoonery and irascibility was ok. I certainly enjoyed myself and learnt stuff about fan fiction, spiritualist hymnwriters and cats. But hark - an owl opening a tin of tuna. Oliver is nigh!
remember when ABEbooks wanted to pull out of some countries so the antiquarian bookselling collectives removed all their books from Amazons marketplaces and Amazon eventually caved because they underestimated the willingness of the entire rare book trade to perish on principle
we are rapidly entering that period before christmas where people start throwing themselves on our mercy to find appropriate gifts for their book loving family members ("anything you have", they say) which is a great chance for us to dispense of unsettling and ominous items
It's an open secret that all archaeologists, librarians, curators, book dealers and archivists are secret agents. When we say "out of the office", we mean "screaming GIVE ME THE OTHER HALF OF THE AMULET to a rival whilst battling with them on the edge of a waterfall"