THE GREEN KING (part 33)
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The Photographer
from Salzburg
Wagner asked,
in English: ‘Are you looking for something in particular?’.
‘My father’s
books,’ replied Reb, in German.
At that very
moment, he stopped before the thirty-two volumes of Voltaire edited in 1818.
Wagner got up suddenly, then stopped, as if he realized he had shown too great
a haste in his moment.
‘You are young
Klimrod,’ he said after a few seconds of silence. ‘Caleb Klimrod’.
‘Reb.’
‘You have grown
incredibly. How old you now?’.
Reb moved away
from the Voltaire and continued on his round. A little farther on, he stopped
in front of successively, the blue-leather-bound edition of Castelis’s
Soldier’s Songs, Von Alxinger’s Doolin of Magenza, Laclos’s Les Liaisons
Dangereuses, and the very rare Santa Clara’s Judas der Erzschelm. On the edge
last one, a K in fine gold was visible, though only to those who knew where to
look or who had a magnifying glass.
He walked away.
‘Why would I
have any of your father’s books?’ ASKED Wagner. ‘I always sold to him, never
bought.’
‘Recently?’.
The question
was asked quite naturally.
The
bookseller’s hesitation was clear, even though it lasted only two or three
seconds.
‘Not recently.
Not at all, actually. Come to think of it, I haven’t sold your father as it’s
been since your last visit. You were away from Vienna?’.
TO BE CONTINUED
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