A customer came in to the bookshop today looking for Flowers for Algernon, which was quite funny because I had just spent most of yesterday researching multiple intelligences in a vain effort to draft my own intelligence test that takes all aspects of intelligence into account which I was going to call AQ: Awareness Quotient, and had stumbled upon a reference to a discussion about the meaning of intelligence in Daniel Keyes’ Flowers of Algernon (coincidentally already on my to-read list) so I looked for the text online and found a PDF version of the original short story later to be adapted into a novel by the same author, and I shared this with the customer who didn’t seem much impressed. We didn’t stock the book.
She moved on and asked if we had anything by Bukowski, who of course is the author of the book I just finished reading! I love these kinds of coincidences but obviously she didn’t because she just looked at me like why-are-you-telling-me-this and waited for me to point her the way. Connection averted.
-Reading the Why
P.S.: Incidentally, I’m still in the middle of Speak, Memory but I figure I could squeeze a short story in there between chapters.
[End of Part Three]