NFSATTs
& TWIYS or The Third Room
In
the 1980's, while living and studying in England, I became
acquainted with a revolutionary little guide called "In
Quest of the Perfect Book. The Antiquarian Bookshop Catalogue
& Directory" by Driffield, who went only by that
one name. In Driffieldian geometry roads were line segments
connecting bookshops. He claimed to have personally visited,
or tried to visit - shops that failed to be open when they
should have been particularly annoyed him - virtually every
bookshop in Great Britain. He developed in the first and
subsequent editions of his guide a telegraphic method of
distilling the essence of bookshops and their owners into
a pair or so of lines. Etgow was easy to get on with, netgow
its opposite, and so on. My personal favorite was farts
- follows around recommending the stock.
As
Driffield knew full well, all used bookshops have three
rooms: the first room is open to everyone, the next one
only some are allowed in, and a third that nobody gets to
see. Into the third room go books that one needs to do further
research on (usually an excuse) or that can't be priced
(a variant of the preceding and also usually an excuse)
or are just plain too hard to let go of (usually the real
reason). At some point, an awful lot of our books seemed
to be taking up residence in the third room.
Since
visitors could not see our third room anymore than an
adult could see Peter Pan - we are talking after all
about a New York City apartment - this occasionally resulted
in difficulties. I turned to the Driffieldian worldview
for guidance. Two acronyms of my own coinage seemed to
cover most of the books in that Neverneverland between
being ours and becoming someone else's. One large category
was nfsatts - not for sale at this time. The other, with
an optional dismissive hand gesture, was twiys - those
wouldn't interest you.
These
categories were and are somewhat elastic. Books have
been known to emerge from nfsatt state only to revert
to it. Other nfsatts have become twiys, and even vice
versa. And as for twiys, perhaps some of them would really
interest nobody.
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