Unmourned, the Barnes & Noble bookstore on the corner of Sixth Avenue and Eighth Street closed its doors for good at the end of 2012. It was only the latest of several independent bookstores in The Village that have shut its doors in recent years including the Eighth Street Bookstore, a mecca for booklovers for years, whose demise was by contrast a cause for mourning. (A friend of mine spotted Allan Ginsburg browsing there one day and went over to greet him. “Do I know you?” the poet asked. My friend said no, he was just an admirer. “Oh, that’s a relief,” Ginsburg said, “For a moment there I thought you’d been a lover.”)  But the corner B&N was a fixture for decades (previously it had been a Dalton’s Bookstore) and its disappearance leaves a void like the loss of someone who was never a close friend but who you’d gotten used to seeing around the neighborhood. Back in the Nineties, of course, B&N was an apparently unstoppable behemoth, planting big box stores in every part of town, driving independent bookstores to extinction. But that was a different time when Tower Records still dominated the CD business (when there was a CD business to dominate.) But all the while that B&N and Borders, its principal rival, were duking it out for customers the retail book business was migrating online. So the bankruptcy of Borders a few years ago was less like a victory for B&N than a harbinger of things to come. Although B&N has established its own online book site it is no match for the new behemoth on the block, amazon.

 

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In a desperate (but to my mind misguided) effort to woo customers to shop in its brick and mortar stores B&N began to strip books – books! – from its shelves, replacing them with Moleskine notebooks, reading lights, greeting cards and all manner of gewgaws.  To save money, several B&N superstores were shuttered, leaving even prime locations without any bookstore. Ebook sales soared and ebook readers flew off the shelves. But then something strange happened. Ebook sales, while certainly robust, began to plateau.  Sales of ebook readers flagged as customers opted in increasing numbers for tablets, which in addition to allowing them to store and read ebooks to their heart’s content, also provided them with a profusion of nonliterary distractions – email, videos, Facebook and Angry Birds.  And, perhaps most astonishingly, independent booksellers, virtually written off (puns intended), began to make a comeback. It’s a decidedly modest comeback to be sure, but Publisher’s Weekly, the industry’s trade journal, reports that over sixty independent bookstores opened for business in the U.S. last year. Clearly they’re satisfying a demand that can’t be entirely satisfied online.  Understandably, publishers have a problem selling digital books (leave aside the pricing controversy that has landed Apple in court and forced several publishers to settle with the Justice Department): a book displayed in a bookstore is not only selling itself but older titles by the same author (known as a backlist) as well, the idea being that if you’re going to buy one book by John Grisham or Nora Roberts you may be tempted to buy an earlier novel by Grisham or Roberts if the author’s other books are within easy reach.  Customers are far more disposed to select just a single book by an author online than go searching through the author’s backlist – and backlist sales are among publishers’ most reliable sources of revenue. (It’s basically found money; most of the initial upfront costs – author advances, editing, printing, promotion and distribution – have already been covered.)  But independent bookstores are a different species than B&N and other big retailers. You can feel it immediately when you step into one.  Independent bookstores, aside from usually being smaller, tend to be more intimate. (I am thinking in particular of Three Lives, St. Mark’s Bookstore and Shakespeare’s, three cherished independents in The Village that managed to outlast the B&N superstores that once threatened to put them out of business.)  Just like in a gallery or museum, you can sense the curatorial influence; each title seems to have been personally selected and the people who work in these stores tend to know about the books they’re selling and over time they begin to know their customers’ tastes as well. That means that a customer can walk into a store and say, “I’m going on vacation and I need a novel to read, what do you suggest?” and walk out with a book that will delight him or her.  That kind of passion for books was what was -- and is -- missing from Barnes & Noble (and I say this as someone whose books whose sales the retailer has helped promote). And passion is one thing that you will never find online, either.

They had nothing in common except the winter that took them away. I’m sure they wouldn’t have gotten along if they’d met but in all likelihood they never would have. I knew them all – some for years – but I didn’t know any of them all that well. There was Frank, an almost famous guitarist and teacher. There Was Elizabeth, a brilliant and incisive curator. There was Charlie, a self-effacing lawyer and there was Betty who every day arrived at the Riviera Cafe promptly at 3:30 and left, two or three Bushnills later, at 5. Whatever she did in the past she wasn’t doing when I knew her.  None of them lived to see 65. Elizabeth was expecting her death; her cancer had returned and she didn’t see any sense in undergoing chemo and radiation when doctors could give her no hope. The others, though, were taken by surprise.

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How is it possible to see into the future? Leave aside for the moment, premonitory dreams, psychics, crystal balls, Tarot cards or paranormal phenomena. Is there even any theoretical basis for scientists to try? There’s some evidence that time runs backwards as well as forwards or perhaps time ebbs and flows at least on a subatomic level. (Ask any physicist.) So it might be possible to forecast future events by 'remembering' things that have yet to take place in the future. Try to get your mind wrapped around that.
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Blocks are the bane of writers’ existence. They are the damns that can’t – or won’t – be breached. A playwright I know was grappling with a block for months. He was desperate. He was willing to try anything. For a few months he sat naked at his computer. This helped a bit. Maybe by baring is body it made it easier for him to bare his soul. He wasn’t clear on this. Also, he tried writing as soon as he got up in the morning and if he could hold it in he went straight to his desk, not even bothering to go to the bathroom.
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Somewhat surprisingly, scientists have been attempting – so far with limited but tantalizing success – to predict such black swan events. One of the better known efforts is called the Global Consciousness Project (GCP), based in Princeton, NJ. According to its mission statement, the GCP is “an international collaboration created in 1998 to study the subtle reach of human consciousness in the physical world.”  Its forecasting model relies on random event generators – called ‘Eggs’ (which operate like flipping a coin) deployed in a network of nodes in some 65 locations, from Alaska to Fiji, on all continents, and in nearly every time zone. The generators in the network use custom software that reads the output of random numbers, recording a 200-bit trial sum once every second. This process goes on for months and years. The data are transmitted over the Internet to a server in Princeton, where they are archived for later analysis. The objective “is to examine subtle correlations that appear to reflect the presence and activity of consciousness in the world.”
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The character of The Chopper in Causes Unknown – an ambiguously sexual serial killer with a chameleon-like ability to lure his victims – might seem to be an exaggeration if it weren’t for the existence of real-life pathologic al killers like John Wayne Gacy. Gacy, some of you may remember, raped and killed at least 33 teenage boys and young men between 1972 and 76 – and got away with it for many years. He used to be known as the ‘Killer Clown’ because he liked to dress up as Pogo the Clown at charitable events and children’s parties.  The Chopper was inspired, if that’s the word for it, by two cases that provoked outrage and horror in the Philadelphia area in the 1980s.

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