The secret is out.
“If you really need to know, you go to the Strand and ask for Ben.”
In recent years, the store has put in place a computerized inventory system, but Mr. McFall relies largely on his prodigious mental map of the tens of thousands of books in the section to keep track of the waxing and waning of various titles.
A pristine copy of Gore Vidal’s Washington, D.C. had come in; so had a slightly rare copy of James Baldwin’s Just Above My Head; George Saunders’s new Tenth of December had sold out.
“It seems like a feat, but if it were your house, you’d know where things are, too,” Mr. McFall said while pulling books off shelves, almost without looking at their titles…
A lovely write-up in the New York Times for a beautiful man. We are truly lucky to have him, and so are you!