The other day I tackled a job I’d been dreading. Only because it offered procrastination on a job I dreaded more.
So now we know: when it comes to cleaning and culling the Science Fiction and Fantasy shelves versus doing laundry, SFF wins.
Not casting aspersions, CJ Cherryh needed some serious attention along the spines. It’s the hazard of being shelved low in a cat-fostering bookstore; hair accumulates. And of course, the cats WOULD gravitate to Cherryh….. (Inside joke: for those who haven’t read her, she has a feline world thing going. I suppose if we had staff unicorns, they’d hang with the Anne McCaffreys. But do unicorns shed?)
And then there was alphabetization….The SFF shelves line the walls, but one sticks out, chest-height, at a right angle into the room. So, should A – or, as it’s known in the biz, Asimov, Anderson, Anthony – start on the wall or the sticky-out shelf.
It would have made more sense to plan this from the get-go, but not until I hit the Hubbards and Forgotten Realms (for some reason side by side in my mismanaged universe) did I decide the series would fit on that low shelf. So sensible, so orderly, so non-chaos-theory!
Until one tries to decide what a series is.
Star Trek, TekWars, Dragonlance – sure. But what about Jordan’s Wheel of Time, or Martin’s Game of Thrones? A chance to put him alphabetically next to, oh, say Meuller’s lesser-known trilogy would afford opportunity to see it while hunting famous people.
Yeah, we book sellers are sneaky like that.
But then there are the space issues (heh heh). Herbert’s Dune is the 1970s Hunger Games – more’s the pity – but it’s just too MUCH to get all that shelf space devoted to it. So I double-stacked him in the series section.
It felt a little like sending a has-been to the minor leagues. Spaceball? Hmmm…..
Anyway, I got all the way to L (aka Lackey and Lawhead) before I had to decide again. Jack Whyte went to series, but Lawhead? He’s esoteric: Christian themes, fantasy SF combo… Should I put him next to Bradley in series? Oooh, talk about a catfight. Bradley’s lusty Merlin next to Lawhead’s lawful good guy? Eeek.
So yes, I admit my organization of the SFF books became rather random and “because I say so” toward the end there. Burroughs isn’t in series, but Tolkien is–next to Star Wars, poor sweet elves. Pendleton’s bad-guy survivor series is, Axler’s Deathlands isn’t.
Because space dictated it. Space, the final frontier? More like the final border. There’s only so much room, guys.
But I must admit, all this arranging got me in the mood for some fun, campy, spacing out. When I picked up my cat afghan crocheting that evening, I started in on Firefly, which is silly, and sweet, and has GREAT music. A friend described it as “intellectual, plus all the guys wear tight pants.”
Go by, mad world.
Only a librarian or bookstore owner can appreciate this fully. I am the former. LOL.
Another former librarian appreciates and opines: metaphorically speaking, we live in a finite – and mutable – universe; you done good.
As former president of SFWA (Science Fiction.Fantasy Writers of America) I’d say if you had staff DRAGONS they’d hang with Anne McCaffrey’s books.
Dragons would be better – no shedding, plus I bet they would light candles on request. Then again, books, flames, hmmm…..