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Emailed from a fan in Spain: sweet, sweet pornography for those who read, write, and love books. Look at the sweet young thang perched there on that shelf. Firm. Dark. Intelligent. Mmmmm.

No word yet on where exactly in Spain this store is located. More soon.

Labels: Antidoto, book porno, Spain

Here's another photo from Spain. I think this is a different store, because my super sleuthing skills have noted that the floor poster is peeling at one corner in this picture, which it was not in the other... and it's hard to imagine they'd have 40 books stacked up just to the right of the floor stand, which holds 30 copies itself... but the tables and the tile floor look much the same. Maybe this is the standard decor of the Spanish equivalent of Barnes & Noble?

All I can say is, "Gulp, look at that heap of lonely, unsold books!" This is an excellent problem to have, but, please, if you know anyone in Europe, tell 'em to hoof it over to Spain and grab several copies of La Plaga. We'd like to keep those units moving, please.

Labels: La Plaga, Minotauro, Spain

Here's another shot sent from my publisher Spain. The mind croggles. In fact, if I wasn't already happily married, I'd probably have to fly to Europe in order to begin dating this floor stand... or would I be more interested in the floor poster?

Hmm. They both seem to have every quality you look for in an inanimate object. Supportive. Eye-catching. Doesn't talk too much.

I'm a good, honest guy and I don't like to two-time anybody, but still, maybe a little trial period of dating *both* displays would really be in everyone's best interest...

Labels: La Plaga, Minotauro, Spain

Well, if I was in Spain, I'd be walking through a book store one day when I'd suddenly have a coronary from sheer explosive joy. Holy cow guts, dude!!!

Last night my publisher at Minotauro forwarded another giant pack of jpgs, some of which I'll be inflicting upon you because, well, they're like baby photos to me.

Here, for example, is that gorgeous hardcover of La Plaga hanging out in copious numbers with the likes of John Grisham and James Patterson... ;)

Labels: Holy cow guts, La Plaga, Minotauro, Spain

I'm told now that there are any number of book store windows with these scary, eye-grabbing displays everywhere in Spain.

Yes, that's a giant rack of hard cover books behind the posters and the freaky yellow hazmat tape... and I don't know if I've ever seen anything so beautiful in my life! Except, you know, maybe the births of our children. And my wife. Possibly the guy who performed my appendectomy. Oh, and the ski patrol at Bear Valley after I broke my leg in three places between ankle and knee on a lonely hillside down in their extreme Grizzly Bowl.

In fact, my publisher at Minotauro informs me that they created "over 400 floor stands for the most important book shops with a very striking red light in the middle of the gas mask and posters." Almost better, she also writes, "Fifteen days before launch, the book reached journalists and booksellers in a black bag sealed with a yellow adhesive tape on which you can read the words CAUTION. Inside we enclosed a gas mask and the book."

If everyone who was publishing Plague Year was doing it with such enthusiasm, Diana and I would be bazillionaires by now with an assortment of vacation homes in Vail, the Grand Caymans, and the surface of the moon.

Excuse me while I go faint now.

Labels: holy shit, La Plaga, Minotauro, Spain