Word: likes
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...hotel room until 10:30 at night," he says. "So I would get into bed and pull the quilt over my head so I wouldn't offend the neighbors." Missing a single day's practice, says Woody, makes him feel "absolutely consumed with guilt. You know, it's like when people break their diet or something...
...instrument Woody uses these days is a patched-together twelve-key Rampone, made in Italy in about 1890. Like many of the horns in Woody's collection, it was supplied by fellow clarinetist Davern, who picked it up in a New York City pawn shop. Davern once offered to lend Woody a horn that had belonged to the great New Orleans clarinetist Albert Burbank, another of Woody's idols. Woody hesitated. "What if somebody steals it?" he said. "So what?" replied Davern. "They'll probably steal it while I'm playing it," said Woody...
...Irving's latest novel, A Prayer for Owen Meany, among the 15,000 or so titles typically carried by a chain store, but in all likelihood will not locate Irving's earlier books. Chain stores need fast turnover; they have little space for backlisted books. By contrast, a shop like Manhattan's Shakespeare & Co., which carries 64,000 titles, will stock practically the entire Irving oeuvre...
...kind of encyclopedic knowledge, combined with personal attention, is one reason why the nation's independent book shops, once a vanishing institution, are flourishing as if they were the newest wrinkle in the retail business. They are prospering despite the fact that the 3,000 outlets of major chains like Barnes & Noble, B. Dalton and Waldenbooks account for about $2.5 billion in book merchandising, or 40% of U.S. sales...
Buyers also like the idea of the specialty shop. Bodhi Tree Bookstore, the shop in Los Angeles that was featured in Out on a Limb, the TV-movie version of Shirley MacLaine's autobiography, is a pit stop for New Age readers who find that titles like Where Are You Going? help them get in touch with their feelings. The National Intelligence Book Center, which only the most persistent sleuth can find (in an appropriately nondescript Washington building), confines itself to publications on spies and spying; the customers, insists director Elizabeth Bancroft, are mostly professional spooks, who practically need...