Small Plays About My Day

… tiny true dramas in a Charing Cross Road bookshop


Posted on | October 4, 2009 | No Comments

Young woman: Excuse me, have you got an archive?
Emily: How do you mean exactly?
Young woman: Just an archive, really.
Emily: We have a catalogue of the books we have.
Young woman: No, I need an archive.
Emily: You mean a book about archiving?
Young woman: No I need an actual archive. Is there a book with an archive in?
Emily: Um … we have books that might mention archives…
Young woman: Where are they?
Emily: There might be something in a history section, but they’re not really archives…
Young woman: Hmmm, because I’ve been told to come and look at an archive.
Emily: An archive of what though?
Young woman: Just an archive I think. To see how it works. Do you just have an archive I can look at?
Emily: No.


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  • "In a town like London there are always plenty of not quite certifiable lunatics walking the streets, and they tend to gravitate towards bookshops, because a bookshop is one of the few places where you can hang about for a long time without spending any money."
    George Orwell