The Case of the Missing Booksby Ian Sansom
Israel Armstrong is a passionate soul, lured to Ireland by the promise of an exciting new career. Alas, the job that awaits him is not quite what he had in mind. Still, Israel is not one to dwell on disappointment, as he prepares to drive a mobile library around a small, damp Irish town. After all, the scenery is lovely, the people are charming—but where are… See more details below
Israel Armstrong is a passionate soul, lured to Ireland by the promise of an exciting new career. Alas, the job that awaits him is not quite what he had in mind. Still, Israel is not one to dwell on disappointment, as he prepares to drive a mobile library around a small, damp Irish town. After all, the scenery is lovely, the people are charming—but where are the books? The rolling library's 15,000 volumes have mysteriously gone missing, and it's up to Israel to discover who would steal them . . . and why. And perhaps, after that, he will tackle other bizarre and perplexing local mysteries—like, where does one go to find a proper cappuccino and a decent newspaper?
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The Case of the Missing BooksA Mobile Library Mystery
By Ian Sansom
HarperCollins Publishers, Inc.Copyright © 2007 Ian Sansom
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No. No, no, no, no, no. This was not what was supposed to happen. This was not it at all.
Israel was outside the library, suitcase in hand, the hood on his old brown duffle coat turned up against the winter winds, and there he was, squinting, reading the sign.
Department of Entertainment, Leisure and Community Services
It is with regret that Rathkeltair Borough Council announces the closure of Tumdrum and District Public Library, with effect from 1 January 2005. Alternative provision is available for borrowers in Rathkeltair Central Library. A public information meeting will be held in February 2005 to examine proposals for local library and information services and resources. See local press for details.
Further information is available by contacting the Department of Entertainment, Leisure and Community Services at the address below.
The following associated planning application and environmental statement may be examined at the Town Hall Planning Office, Rathkeltair between the hours of 9.30 a.m.-10.30 a.m., Monday to Thursday. It is advisable to make an appointment before calling at the office.
Written comments should be addressed to the Divisional Planning Manager, Town Hall, Rathkeltair BT44 2BB, to be received by 5February 2005. Please quote the application reference number in any correspondence.
Applic No: X/2004/0432/0
Location: Carnegie Public Library, Hammond Road, Tumdrum
Proposal: Proposed mixed-use development including residential, live-work units, class 2 use (financial, professional and other services), class 3 use (business), class 4 shop and community facilities.
T. Brunswick, BA, MBA,
Chief Executive and Town Clerk
Rathkeltair Borough Council, Town Hall,
Rathkeltair, Co. Antrim BT44 2BB
Unbelievable. That was just . . . unbelievable.
He couldn't take it all in; his eyes seemed to skid across the lines.
He had to read it all again and still the only words he took in were 'Library' and 'Closure'--and they hit him hard, like a blow to the head, literally rocked him back on his worn-out old heels, the worn-out old heels on his one and only pair of worn-out best shoes, his brown brogues, too tight and permanently unpolished, shoes that had done him since graduation for all and every special occasion, for weddings, funerals, bar mitzvahs and for the interminable and unsuccessful job interviews.
Israel had a headache and he was tired from the journey, his whole body and his one and only best brown corduroy suit wrinkled and furrowed from the coach and the ferry and the train and the bus, and he put down his suitcase, shrugged his shoulders a little to wake himself up, and he read the sign again more carefully.
Oh, God. He took another Nurofen and a sip of water from his water bottle.
He'd read and understood the whole now--that greasy little 'with regret' and the weaselly 'public information meeting', the obfuscating 'proposed mixed-used development'--but it was the two words 'Library' and 'Closure' that really carried all the meaning, that hit hardest. He shook his head to clear his mind and pushed his mop of messy home-cut curly hair from his eyes and his little round gold-rimmed glasses up high onto his furrowed forehead and he took a long, wobbly step back and lifted up his face and looked at the building in front of him: two storeys of unforgiving bluff red brick, blinds drawn, big oak doors locked, no lights, no sign of life.
He looked up high and he looked up hard, and then he dropped his head down low. This place was definitely closed. Permanently. And for good.
There was a stray dog then, a little terrier, sniffing around Israel's old suitcase while he stood there, and around his corduroy turn-ups, and he really didn't do well with dogs, Israel, he didn't get on with dogs at all--he was a typical vegetarian--and this thing was a mangy flea-bag, and half-blind by the look of it, and scraggly and arthritic--it reminded Israel a little too much of himself, actually--and he shooed it away: 'Go on, go! Get away!' Then he rubbed his eyes and glanced around and behind him, to see if it was for real, this grim, godforsaken place, to see if he'd made some terrible, simple, idiotic mistake, had come to the wrong library maybe, or the wrong town, too tired after his long journey to be able to see that people were in fact flocking into some secret, fabulous library entrance, some little tunnel or nook, some rabbity-hole known only to the locals.
They were not.
No one was approaching with armfuls of books or tickets in their hands: there were no sour and pear-shaped OAPs; no straggle-haired young mums at their wits' end with smeary, miserable children dragging along for story time; no one clutching important-looking unimportant documents to be photocopied in triplicate for their solicitor or the DSS; no wrinkled, stubbly, fragrant winos; no schoolkids half-heartedly working on projects about ancient civilisations or the Second World War or the processes of human digestion. No madmen. No one. None of them. The building was empty. The car park was deserted. The library was shut.
There is a terrible poignancy about a building intended for the public that is closed to the public: it feels like an insult, a riposte to all our more generous instincts, the public polity under threat, and democracy abandoned. Back home in London, Israel had always found the sight of Brent Cross shopping centre at night depressing enough, and his girlfriend Gloria, her family's swimming pool when it was drained in the winter, but the sight of the big red-brick library with its dark windows affected him even more deeply, in the same way that the sight of a derelict school might affect a teacher, or an empty restaurant a chef: a clear sign of the impending collapse of civilisation and the inevitable bankruptcy, a reminder never to count your chickens, or to overspend on refurbishments and cutlery. No one likes to see a shut library.
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Meet the Author
Ian Sansom is a frequent contributor and critic for the UK publications The Guardian, Daily Telegraph, London Review of Books, and The Spectator, and a regular broadcaster on BBC Radio 3 and Radio 4. He is the author of nine books, including Paper: An Elegy and the Mobile Library series.
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Israel Armstrong left London and his girlfriend Gloria for the Rathkletair Borough librarian position in Tumdrum, Northern Ireland. However, when he arrives at the small town, the Jewish vegetarian is stunned to find a sign on the door of the locked facility that announces the library is permanently closed. Deputy Head of Entertainment, Leisure, and Community Services Linda Wei imperiously explains to the mortified Israel that he remains under contract to them though he has no building to tender instead he will serve as the Outreach Support Officer of the modern Mobile Learning Centre in other words a distraught Israel will drive a bookmobile. Israel adapts to his new circumstance trying to improve the decrepit van while living on a nearby farm where he is attracted to the farmer¿s daughter George who sets him up in a locale where the chicken crap is the best smell. However, he soon has other problems when he catalogues the inventory only to find 15,000 books missing. He begins a quest based on the sleuths he has read to recover the lost tomes, but soon learns other libraries with buildings have purloined them even as he finds a second female to dally with reporter Veronica. --- THE CASE OF THE MISSING BOOKS is an amusing amateur sleuth tale starring a fish out of water struggling to adjust to his new environs as the hero finds everyone treats him like the dope in the ¿Rope-a-dope¿. The story line is fast-paced focusing on the escapades of the displaced London Jew whose senses are overwhelmed by excrement that he either steps in, falls in, or simply smells in. Ian Samson provides an amusing tale starring a seemingly out of place bibliophile whose lofty goal of bringing literature to a horde of eccentrics seems more difficult than building the Chunnel. --- Harriet Klausner
This is not a serious mystery. This is a light-hearted , funny , and very entertaining book. I loved this book ! The writing, the humor and the characters will keep you wanting more. I have already ordered the rest of the series to read.
This was a light, funny read and I learned a lot of new vocabulary words. The characters became like part of the family so I'm not looking forward to reading the next in the series. In my mind. Israel, the main character, is like the Lucy Ricardo of the Library world. Though there really is no Ethel to go with Lucy, the character Ted could be compared to Fred Murtz. Give the book a try - it's a hoot!