I’m getting a little addicted to the Seattle Public Library. At first, it was the cool building, designed by Rem Koolhaas, the funky Dutch architect. It’s a gorgeous modern structure with neon escalators and this amazing hall that is painted completely red (somehow it always reminds me of The Shining).
Then I discovered the cool little gift shop (having a sale now) and the Chocolati Cafe (need I say more about that?) And the top floor’s gigantic, sun-filled reading room (well, in Seattle that’s a stretch — let’s say “light-filled”; on a cloudy day it’s still very bright in there) is perfect for reading and even better for writing.
And today I went to another lunchtime session of Thrilling Tales, during which the fiction librarian, David Wright, read T. C. Boyle’s story “The Lie.” (In case you missed it in the New Yorker, read it now. Better yet, have someone read it to you). We also heard a short piece by Etgar Keret called “A Souvenir from Hell,” which was great. I love being in a place where stories are celebrated.
Last but not least, the Book Return is this space-age auto thingy that sucks your book up into some machine. The whole place is like a Disneyland for writer geeks like me.