Book Remainder Sales
[ Issue 39 ]

Book Remainder Sales keep Emily Bronto occupied for hours

Permit Bikwil to reveal the delights of Book Remainder Sales

Book Remainder Sales

Fizzgig confesses to a love of leftovers.  Leftover books, that is.

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If you’re like me, you love picking up non-fiction bargains among the remaindered miseries in your local bookshop. But what a motley collection you find.

Dr. Doug’s Daring Diet next to Sally Simpson’s Sneaky Snacks beside Greasy Grahame’s Fatsafe Feasts for Passionate Portly People on Opulent Occasions.

Or New Age Thinking for Readers of a Certain Age rubbing worn shoulders with Create Your Own Religion for the Very Young.

Or Windows 3.1 Exposed nestling on top of Secrets of Typewriter Maintenance for Non-Technicians, in turn challenged by Shorthand for Lefthanders.

And so the list goes on, but you don’t need telling: you know the sort of wretched tome I mean.

Inevitably, being non-fiction they’re way out-of-date, and for my part I always hesitate when tempted, wondering if I’m doing the prudent thing buying something ostensibly based on fact but patently from the shadowy past and that no one else wants.

Sometimes it doesn’t matter a lot, of course. Some subjects have an eternal quality that transcends mere up-to-the-minute state-of-the-art-ness. Take this recent acquisition of mine: The Past in Perspective: An Introduction to Human Prehistory, by Kenneth L. Feder. Five hundred luscious pages of fascinating text with photos, charts and graphs. Marked down to $15. A good deal not to be merrily passed up under any circumstances. Ancient history for university students like your granddaughter and white-haired armchair paleo-anthropologists like me.

Just looking at the photo of Canyonlands National Park in Utah on the front cover and reading the persuasive back-cover praise by the author’s academic peers made my mouth water. Irresistible. All I needed to know, and then some, on “why we walk upright, the meaning of toolmaking, the implications of food production (sorry, Doug, Sally and Graham), the impacts of social complexity . . .”

All I want now are some stolen hours of social simplicity to read the bloody thing.

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