Very often you go to a bookstore to find they bought 3 copies of the latest conservative best sellers and have tables heaped with liberal books nobody wants to buy.
No kidding. It wasn't until about two years ago that a familiar phenemeon in bookstores and thrift stores in Nebraska finally at long last evaporated.
For years and years and years, in fact for a little more than two decades, there were always stacks of of a certain book, brand-new and still covered in plastic, the autobiography of Genevieve Ferrari, or whatever her name was, who ran for the vice presidency along with Walter Mundane.
In 2006,
twenty-two years after the 1984 presidential election, they were still around, in stacks of 20 or 50. Even in the "12 for dollar" bins, they wouldn't sell.
I dunno why this phenomenon is now extinct; for a while there, I thought it was going to outlast me. Ominously, I'm begining to see more and more stacks of another book, brand-new and still shrinked-wrapped, about being hopefully audacious.
That phenomenon might outlast me.