One of the best parts of being in Amsterdam is the constant onslaught of flea markets and the endless possibilities of acquiring the odd Dutch book. This one I picked up at the monthly Ij Hallen which requires you to take a ferry across the Ij to a massive warehouse full of mostly crap and some certain treasure. I like to dig. Mostly books find their way into my life at these things; which is fine by me seeing that it’s my goal to build an army of books to keep my brain fortified.
Next Ij Hallen is this weekend, if I find anything good I’ll maybe let you look at it.
Besides strange candies for the roommates, I mostly brought books back from Berlin. Here’s the creme of the crop.
This is the Insel-Bücherei (Island-Library) series. I got a little overly enthusiastic when I saw all these little books lined up next to one another. The iPhone pic
really doesn’t do it justice. Katie and I ended up flipping through nearly all of them. Most of them were lost on us, many were full of poetry and stories in German,
but I managed to come away with something for my unilingual self.
Been noticing this book on the floor at Eliza’s house ever since we started Brain Rug practice there.
Camus whatever but that cover design is naice! She allowed me to whisk the book away for a time.
I may read it but I’m more likely to stare at the abyss on the cover and let it staaare riiiight baaaaack.