Last night, I bought a used copy of For Keeps, the mammoth compendium of Pauline Kael’s many books of film criticism. I was very excited to find a copy in such good condition for such a low price (it’s been out of print for years). When I got it home, I was sort of disturbed and depressed to find an inscription:
I’m not sure who NikNik’s BooBoo is (perhaps a pantsless cartoon bear cub?), but it certainly sounds romantic. And yet it was sitting in a used bookstore, for who knows how long, in a condition I can only describe as “never been read.” How sad.