Sold a “Goshkin.”
Which ended my longest non-cash register ringing streak since these accounts began.
The buyer, an 80-year-old novelist’painter/musician, a café regular and prior customer (whose books I have also bought), was attracted by my seemingly just-noticed J.T. Dockery sign. “He did this too.” I pointed to the customer.
Leafing through the illustrations sealed the deal. “For me, my daughter (another novelist), and grandson (a cartoonist-in-development).”
“Only one copy?” Adele said, when I reported post-game. “You could have had a bonanza.”
In other news…
1.) My table had not been entirely without foot traffic. One fellow, of the all-possessions-in-a-backpack phylum, twice stopped by to inquire, “Are you Bob?”, his recollective vessels as undeveloped as his wallet.
2.) Someone else … That visit was even less consequential, and I’ve forgotten it completely.
3.) Had learned, via the Authors’ Guild Message Board, of a reputable publisher of spiritual/health books which would re-issue previously self-published books. Figuring Ram Dass’s testimonial would give it a leg up, I pitched it. “Unfortunately,” I learned “(it did) not fit (their) current publishing needs.” Alas, the couple weeks of pleasant fantasies until this judgment reached me succembed to reality’s scorpion sting.
ALL OF BOB’S BOOKS ARE AVAILABLE FROM: www.theboblevin.com. (Less than one week till “Lollipop” ships from its printer in Montreal. Only a limited number are available, so, assuming the borders have been opened by then, it would be wise to get your orders in.)
So many Bob Levins on the Internet; I'm the Bob Levin who writes.