The librarian in the tuna casserole.
Don’t go in there, tiny librarian!
Eight Writers and the Walks that Inspired them.
I don’t think I would mind an whole building of and for adult fiction, but that might just be me.
My son has discovered the animated TinTin series on Netflix. As an adaptation of Hergé’s comics, it’s not bad - indeed, where the series truly succeeds is in faithfulness to all of the ethnic stereotypes, imperialist racism and condescension that makes reading TinTin so painful to modern readers.
So I thought, hey, maybe TinTin could benefit from reading Edward Said’s Orientalism, the late Palestinian-American intellectuals pioneering essay on the literary and cultural treatment of Arabs, Persian, Pashtuns and other peoples caught up in the European march from the Mediterraneanan to theIndian and Pacific oceans.
Your bad, Tintin. (P.S. Orientalism is a book length work, not just an essay.)
FOSTER WAS A professor of Library Science at BU who favored dusty card catalogs and microfilm. I found him in the rare book room masturbating over a folio from Fuerst’s translation of Beowulf. He had the sad eyes of a circus clown and often whispered, so accustomed to the silence of reading rooms. On Saturdays we’d lie naked on his old camp mattress and he’d show me his collection of library cards, when I’d lose interest he’d cook up some scrapple and eat it off my chest. We’d make love all morning but he was a sloppy lover, often fondling his books with more care than me and his tongue tasted musty, like old parchment paper as if he’d spent all night licking illuminated manuscripts.
Breaking Point: The discovery that he had tested positive for a rare book fungus found under his foreskin.
Facts about Librarians.