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The librarian in the tuna casserole.
Michael Kupperman gave us a particular thrizzle today with this delicious tale. Could there be more librarians hiding here?
Don’t go in there, tiny librarian!

Library and literary miscellany from your pals at Library Journal.
(Maintained by Molly McArdle, Assistant Editor, LJ Reviews)
Book Patrol: Beware of Unemployed Librarians!
I don’t think I would mind an whole building of and for adult fiction, but that might just be me.
Kevin Thomas presents HORN! REVIEWS: THAT’S NOT A FEELING by Dan Josefson
Holla Dan! He works just across the hall at Junior Library Guild. Read this book!
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.)
Love these images from artist, illustrator, and New Yorker contributor Adrian Tomine’s new book, New York Drawings, published by Drawn and Quarterly. We feel a kinship with these New York City reader drawings, especially.
via papermag.com
BOYFRIENDS: FOSTER BY SHELAGH POWER-CHOPRA AND KARA JANSSON
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.
Well look at this! The Rumpus is on Tumblr! (Also, ew, fungus.)
It’s ok, Charlie Brown, we librarians still love you!
Have I reblogged this before? Maybe. Worth reblogging again, either way.
(Source: honeyforthehomeless)
Adventure Island Library, by mister_jangojim.
Dream library: romance, sci fi, literate skeleton, rope bridge, log flume.
(Source: mongolom)