Heavy hands, light feet.

March 11th, 2014, 7pm

It was 16.7°C. The breeze was light.

Killing time again at The Strand’s dollar racks. The day was the warmest in recent memory and for once I could stand on the street in a light jacket without cursing the cold. I had no interest in buying books or even really taking them off the shelves as I had only about 10 minutes to pass before meeting a friend a couple blocks up Broadway at Union Square.

When sorted by size rather than any other positive criteria, books do tend to congeal into some shade of meaning. Or perhaps the mind instinctively always promotes patterns and the reduction of noise into order.

River Road. Walking. Two utterly unrelated books about hands (one about life changing exercise regimes, the other about traditional crafts). An inevitable book about skiing by someone improbably named David Nations. Margins of Life. Burn’s Western Civilizations (plural). A rather strange medical book about ophthalmology, diseases of the eye.

It all hung together for a moment before my phone dinged and I rushed away to see a movie.

Craig, Philippe, David Wade and Christine said thanks.

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Nelson Harst

Rare book dealer, medium artist. @nelsonharst

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