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Who were the geniuses who invented placing books not on shelves but in stacks on tables like so many sweaters at J. Crew? I don’t know, but they were smart. And I am on two tables! (Presumably more, but who knows where.) Thank you, B&N and/or marketing geniuses. Pics, this first from my agent:

Powell's in Portland

The West Village, where I made some poor Danish tourist take a picture of me on the way to therapy. She was clearly terrified that it all had something to do with drug-running or human trafficking but she acceded. Then I took the book from that part of the shelf and swapped it with the one copy left of Barack Obama’s Dreams from my Father, because I don’t think he’s being aggressive enough on health care:

Sixth Ave B&N

I forgot I had this last one, but here it is at B&N uptown, shelved in literary criticism. I pointed out to the saleslady (humorously, I humor myself) that it says “Memoir” on the cover and that’s the way the Library of Congress indexes it. She gave me a frozen look and said, “We shelve it here.” HEIL.

82nd street B&N

Under Faulkner. HarperCollins tried.