(Prospera Bellizia’s article appeared in The New York Times Metropolitan Diary, 3/6/14; via Pam Green.)
Time: 1985 or thereabouts.
Place: Shakespeare & Company Booksellers (as I remember it) in Manhattan.
Midwinter, bundled, I seek refuge in the warmth of the store. Walking not 10 steps inside, I spot an unmistakable tall, reedlike figure with a jutting jaw and blondish hair, wearing a floppy knit hat that could not disguise him.
Ever the fan, I begin to follow him through the aisles (stalk is more like it), trying to get more than a glimpse. He doesn’t seem to notice me as he stops and pulls a book off the shelf. He examines it. Then, he quickly snaps it shut, slips it under his oversize coat and strolls away.
Did I just see what I think I saw? Did my hero just jack that book?
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