Chapters (42)
- Title Page
- Copyright Notice
- Dedication
- City of Saints and Madmen
- Dradin, in Love
- 1
- The Hoegbotton Guide to the Early History of the City of Ambergris
- 1
- The Cage
- 1
- The Transformation of Martin Lake
- The Strange Case of X
- Shriek: An Afterword
- AN AFTERWORD TO THE EARLY HISTORY OF AMBERGRIS
- PART I
- 1
- 5
- PART II
- 1
- 4
- A (BRIEF) AFTERWORD BY SIRIN
- Finch
- MONDAY
- 1
- TUESDAY
- 1
- WEDNESDAY
- 1
- THURSDAY
- 1
- FRIDAY
- 1
- SATURDAY
- 1
- SUNDAY
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- Illustration credits
- NOTES
- Notes 2
- Also by Jeff Vandermeer
- A Note About the Author
- Newsletter Sign-up
A bauble, of course. A present. A trifle, at his expense, to show his love for her. Dradin looked up and down the street, behind and below him for a shop that might hold a treasure to touch, intrigue, and, ultimately, keep her. Madame Lowery’s Crochets? The Lady’s Emporium? Jessible’s Jewelry Store? No, no, no. For what if she were a Modern, a woman who would not be kept or kept pregnant, but moved in the same circles as the artisans and writers, the actors and singers? What an insult such a gift would be to her then. What an insensitive man she would think him to be—and what an insensitive man he would be. Had all his months in the jungle peeled away his common sense, layer by layer, until he was as naked as an orangutan? No, it would not do. He could not buy clothing, chocolates, or even flowers, for these gifts were too forward, unsubtle, uncouth, and lacking in imagination. Besides, they—
—and his roving gaze, touching on the ruined aqueduct that divided the two sides of the street like the giant fossilized spine of a long, lean shark, locked in on the distant opposite shore and the modern sign with the double curlicues and the bold lines of type that proclaimed BORGES BOOKSTORE, and right there, on Albumuth Boulevard, the filthiest, most sublime, and richest thoroughfare in all of Ambergris, Dradin realized he had found the perfect gift. Nothing could be better than a book, or more mysterious, and nothing could draw her more perfectly to him.
Still dusty and alone in the swirl of the city—a voyeur among her skirts—Dradin set out toward the opposite side, threading himself between street players and pimps, card sharks and candy sellers, through the aqueduct, and, braving the snarl of twin stone lions atop a final archway, came at last to the BORGES BOOKSTORE. It had splendid antique windows, gilt embroidered, with letters that read:
GIFTS FOR ANY OCCASION:
* THE HISTORY OF THE RIVER MOTH *
* GAMBLING PRACTICES OF THE OUTLANDS *
* THE RELIGIOUS QUARTER ON 15 S. A DAY *
* SQUID POACHING *
* CORRUPTION IN THE MERCHANT DISTRICT *
* ARCHITECTURE OF ALBUMUTH BOULEVARD *
ALSO, The Hoegbotton Series of Guidebooks & Maps
to the Festival, Safe Places, Hazards, and Blindfolds.