Back from an adventure to Powell’s Books in Portland — a veritable mecca of books, a non-corporate sanctuary that is the highlight of any trip to Oregon. I’ll just tell you one book I purchased there — David Mitchell’s “The Thousand Autumns of Jacob de Zoet.”
Below are a few pictures, but might I say that one of my most gleeful moments in the store was in the men’s restroom. That’s right. Because there was graffiti. But no, not any graffiti. Wonderful literary graffiti. Smart, literate graffiti. Numerous individuals had scratched or inked in the grout plays on literary titles:
- God is Not Grout
- The Grout Gatsby
- The Groutest Generation
And on and on. BTW, it’s harder to pee when you’re laughing.
With no more forestalling, a tribute:
