31/10/2013
We do our best to accept only the highest quality writing, but occasionally we're just stuck with the bottom of the barrel.
An excerpt from "Consider the Source"
a short story by Tyler Beckett
Hamilton slid his hand between the books and into the empty slot, 891.73/3, as if wiping dust away would return the book and make his bibliography complete. His armload of sources and references, now leaderless, nearly fell out of ranks and onto the floor as he turned to check the end of the aisle. He cursed his luck. The book cart had Dickens and Dante, but no Dostoevsky. It was obvious, of course, who did: Cindy, who believed herself an aficionado after reading Notes from the Underground (not even two hundred pages!), would already have the book jammed open between desk and knee as she went piddling her way through. Hamilton suspected his classmate was only a librarian’s assistant for the sake of reserving books with prejudice, because he was certain it had nothing to do with a desire for intellectual growth. He cringed at the thought of the conclusions her paper would draw (“Dostoevsky is intensely spiritual in his writings”) and at the inanities he would have to write if he did not get this authoritative source (“it has been suggested by numerous scholars that Dostoevsky himself was not certain of his religious affiliations” [No Author, No Page Number]). But he could get away with using online excerpts, and Hamilton had a sneaking suspicion that Cindy intentionally left all but the most important text on the shelves, just to taunt him, so to the check-out he went. He approached the plastic-mahogany desk, intentionally ignored the LUCINDA RAINES nameplate and its pretenses, and dropped his weighty stack in front of startled grey eyes.