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Yes, You Do Have Time for One More Book

Yes, You Do Have Time for One More Book

05/13/2020
Every time I think about Colson Whitehead's books I’m led back to Sue. And when I think of Sue I think of the ripe raspberries she brought from her garden to share with us at the Bay Area bookstore where we worked together.

by Nick, Bookseller

I’ve been creating cocktails for books and bookstores for more than a decade. I’m always searching for inspiration, and with the Pulitzers just announced, it was easy to go looking at Colson Whitehead and his amazing novel The Nickel Boys. But every time I think about Mr. Whitehead I’m led back to Sue. And when I think of Sue I think of the ripe raspberries she brought from her garden to share with us at the Bay Area bookstore where we worked together.

With Sue? It’s the way she’d roll her eyes if I said something ridiculous⁠—which was often.

With Sue? It’s the number of customers who would ask if she was working. “Why?” I’d ask. “No offense,” they’d say, “but Sue’s recommendations have always been so great⁠—is she here?”

It’s the image of Sue out back of the store, sitting there with a smoke in one hand and a book in the other. I read a lot. Sue? Sue read more than anyone. And when she’d see me, she’d call out, “Hey, Hun.”

I really miss Sue calling me Hun. I really miss Sue.

July 16th was a Saturday. Sue was that day’s opening supervisor. I stopped by the store just before we opened. But I wasn’t paying attention.

Sue was at the table in our back room.

“Nick,” Sue said, “I keep counting the money, but it’s not making sense.”

I wasn’t paying attention.

Had I been paying attention, it would have occurred to me that Sue never had problems counting the money.

But I was busy. In a rush. Josette, later, wasn’t in a rush. Josette, later, would send Sue home. Tracy would send Sue home the next day, Sunday, even before the store opened. I didn’t do the simplest thing⁠—pay attention.

That was Sue’s last morning at that California bookstore. Sunday, July 17th. Her birthday was two days later, on the 19th. Sue’s memorial was held at her son’s house in San Francisco on November 5th. Just a little more than three months later.

At Sue’s Memorial, on that first Saturday in November, her husband took me aside and said Sue wanted me to know that her last book was Zone One by Colson Whitehead.

I didn’t know what he meant.

Ernie explained that there came a time when Sue knew she had one last book to choose. Sue, dear Sue, who spent so much of her precious time reading books. Sue⁠—always, always with a book in her hand. And then there was only time for one more, and she knew it.

Sue had hosted Mr. Whitehead at Cody’s bookstore in Berkeley⁠—had met him and liked him. Met him, liked him, admired his books. Had told me there were great things in store for that young man. Since Mr. Whitehead had a new book out, she chose it. For her last book.

Of all the books in the world, Mr. Whitehead, Sue chose yours.

“Did she finish it?” I asked.

“She read a lot of it, and loved it,” Ernie said.

I keep coming back to that. To the equanimity with which Sue was able to cope with her disease, with her prognosis. The composure it must have taken to pick her last book.

So this one’s for Sue. Sue, who I miss so very much.