2 posts tagged “sandman”
The question of the day is, "What character in a book can you connect with or relate to the most?" Thinking about it, I realized there was a progression of characters, moving from childhood onward, and to think about it too hard makes me kind of sad.
When I was a little girl, I was often compared to Ramona Quimby, from the Beverly Cleary books. I was rambunctious, overly curious, and had a goofy dutch-boy haircut and an eternally discontented older sister. Up until just a few years ago, I still bristled when anyone referred to their own childhood affinity for Ramona -- you weren't Ramona, I was Ramona!
After a brief stopover with tomboyish Kristy from the Babysitter's Club, I next glommed on to Anastasia Krupnik, as written by Lois Lowry. Anastasia was bookish and slighly socially awkward, with a bearded poet for a father. Here was an idol for my middle school years.
In high school, as I grew more depressed and self-destructive, though, I soon vocally espoused by resemblance to Elizabeth Wurtzel, handing out copies of Prozac Nation to people in an attempt to explain how I felt and why I was acting the way that I did. It still makes me squirm to think that I WANTED people to know that I related to this incredibly fucked-up woman, though I can take comfort in the fact that I was 15 at the time and Wurtzel was about 30. I was dealing with things much more productively, much earlier. And in my manic periods, I emulated Neil Gaiman's Delirium.
I am saddened to look back through these comparisons and see me move from happy-go-lucky energetic child to nerdy middle schooler to bipolar teenager. And where do I stand now? Who do I relate to at this point? I can't really think of anyone. I don't read a lot of fiction, you see, and most of the twentysomethings I encounter in today's literature are male Eggersian malcontents. When someone comes up with a good female character in their twenties, and I'm not talking about those brainsucks in chick lit books, give me a call.
Tower Records recently filed for bankruptcy, again, and this time their stores are actually going out of business. I have a real soft spot for Tower Records. Unlike many music nerds, I did not learn about indie rock by going to some tiny store, flipping through vinyl and having some grungy clerk tell me about Television or XTC. I learned about music through a combination of a friend with a very hip older sister, subscriptions to Sassy and Spin, and a dad who would go with me to Tower and buy me a handful of CDs that I'd never heard before every time we went to Chicago. So the Tower Records on Clark is where I bulked up my knowledge along with my collection. Tower Records was also where I first bought a Sandman book. (There was also a comic book store downstairs where I bought my first Cerebus book, but that's neither here nor there.) When I lived in Chicago, trips outside of Hyde Park often revolved around going to Tower. I very specifically remember buying double albums by Tori and Trent on their first day of release my second year -- that took a bite out of my wallet! The last batch of CDs I ever bought at the Chicago Tower included an album by Mandalay that was in one of their listening stations, saying it was Madonna's new favorite album. It's a great, great record.
I never had the same connections with either of the Tower Records stores in New York, but in my first couple of years here the Tower by Lincoln Center was a fairly regular destination on my Upper West Side outings. So today, we decided to go down there and scout out their "Blowout Sale" to see if there were any remaining Battlestar Galactica DVDs to be had for cheap. MAN, was that place ever torn to shit. It was the dregs of popular culture to be had at that store today, though if you're looking for a copy of the Spielberg/Cruise War of the Worlds, you'd be in luck. And the prices weren't even that great! A blowout sale where almost everything is only 20% off? You could buy this stuff for cheaper any given day on Amazon!
But I realized, when Tower closes, and when Kim's inevitably closes (and it will soon, have no doubt), there will be hardly anywhere to buy DVDs in the city -- certainly nowhere with any decent selection. There are the Virgin megastores -- I haven't heard how they're doing. According to rumors floating around the Kim's staff, Blockbuster will soon be closing, so their paltry retail selection won't be available. Barnes and Noble sells DVDs at some of their stores, but their selection is small and expensive.
I buy the vast majority of my DVDs and books on Amazon. Their prices are the cheapest, and if you spend over $25, the shipping is free. (The free shipping may not work so well for people in more isolated areas, but in New York, it's actually faster than UPS.) So I realize I have personally contributed to the downfall of brick and mortar stores. I suddenly regret it. I will miss the ability to wander through a store, leisurely considering items and making impulse buys. Sure, I can (and often do -- beware late-night Ambien induced Amazon shopping, folks) accomplish the same thing online. But the depersonalization of it is suddenly very unsettling. As a matter of fact, I do almost all of my shopping online -- I hate trying on clothes in stores and would rather do it at home and then take back the things I don't like to the physical stores. I bought my new phone online. When I buy a new computer, I will likely do it online. I buy furniture and gadgets online. But I always did it with the understanding that if I wanted to go to a store and do it, I could. And soon, I won't be able to. I love shopping on the internet. I've never been a great window shopper. But I always reserved the right to window shop if I so desired. That's ending.
