There's always something nostalgic when you receive something by post. It's as if that letter or parcel you're holding is an homage to a romantic age, when people still took the effort to get hold of a pen and paper, write something, and go out of their way to mail it. I can't even remember the last time I received something from the mailman which aren't bills.
So it's quite a pleasant surprise when you get that notification that you have a parcel to be claimed from the post office. Although I must admit that I don't look forward to trips to the post office. The whole place just looks sad. The last time I was there, I noticed the crumbling walls, dark alleys, old, musty smells. And it doesn't help that the post office employees can be rude. When I went there yesterday, it's the same thing: rude and bored employees and everything.
The trip was definitely worth it though. I got a Nabokov! It's been a while since I last read a novel by him. I do recall enjoying Lolita and his collected short stories. And The Eye is a novella, perfect for whiling away those lazy weekend afternoons.
The book and the Far Side cartoon strips all came from Andy. I met him when I was in Bangkok last year for a business trip. He was the one who convinced me to try out 1Q84, which somehow became the novel that we're reading along in our book club. Thanks, A! See you again soon!
So it's true: brown paper packages are one of my favorite things.