Someday I’ll purchase an interesting and cheap portion of land and probably live on it alone, I thought. I can’t say it’ll satisfy me because, pff, satisfaction is not in my future.
Even after his visit to Ivan the Ghostseer, Nicholas had more skepticism than any real belief in the legends and myths that so many shared with him (from scientists and scholars to street cleaners and check-out girls), though it was all in fun. There was a consistency in what they said with small variations, a kind of collective mass awareness of the subject. One incident shifted him a little closer toward belief – a visit to the Castle at Pidhirtsi with his friend Vira, his actress friend from the Zankovetsky Theater.
There’s a great flood happening so the prostitutes and drug dealers have come to seek shelter in the bookstore. Meanwhile as this is all going down it’s the last Tuesday night of the month, so we are reading. You can see all the employees running throughout strategically placing buckets on the carpet floor to catch the rain that’s coming in through the roof. They respect our time, our sharing. This is a safe place.
The biggest difference between this book and the original is my emphasis on stories. The original includes some stories, but that doesn’t seem to have been a requirement for contributors. For me, though, that was by far the most fascinating part of that book.