NI Bookshop: The Ghost Quill!

A Story by Abishai100

Amlan travels from Transylvania to Belfast to manage a bookshop and finds magical 'doses' of pedestrian dough...and haunting!

A story of books, UK travel, and a human jaunt into Western dyes.

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Amlan came into Belfast, Northern Ireland (UK) from Transylvania via Tarom and began his bookshop managerial career in the sectarian city of Irish-Catholics and British-Protestants (mostly divided by socioeconomics-conditions disparities monitored by Sinn Fein and Parliament). He'd become a 'prince' of world travel/literature and was a major Tarom shareholder from Eastern Europe.

AMLAN: Belfast is a colored city of great drama and worry, and I think book-reading is a signature of its vitality/heartbeat.

A graduate of the 'Ivy League' and scholar of blood-diamond undergrounds, Amlan was an Algerian-Romanian with US citizenship who chose to use his princely wealth to establish a bookshop heartbeat in Belfast, Northern Ireland (UK).

AMLAN: I'll make this bookshop 'enterprise' a hallmark of this city's tone/color of pedestrian conversationalism!

Now, the books Amlan shrewdly/wisely ordered for his nifty Belfast bookshop managerial enterprise covered a wide-range of topics and subjects relevant and reflective of globalism, pluralism, politics-in-flux/negotiations, and democratic demos, and he also wanted his collection to characterize the inter-religious 'conversation' in the United Kingdom of today.

Since he'd studied the works of Hamiltonian Federalism and Fanonian colonial-theory in college, he kept copies of key-works that reflected a civilization lens on the angles of pedestrian light and darkness!

He grew to consider his Belfast bookshop collection a keynote of the socialized distancing involved with modern inter-religious coexistence negotiations in Western civilization and the evolution of national identity and living histories.

Of course, he also kept great/iconic works about the evolution of American culture/politics and identity and patrons/customers in the UK regarded his Belfast collection as a 'hallmark' of modern literary/scholarly dance!

AMLAN: To give the modern reader a scope of the pedestrian tones/design of a lived life is to offer books of richness!

The neighboring coffee-shop benefited of course from Amlan's terrific Belfast bookshop collection, and one might get some nice mid-morning cups before tapping into Amlan's shop to read his new shipment of Irish-English folk-tale books.

He kept abreast of all the developments in the dramatic Western civilization sectarian city and watched news-reels of pluralism economics talks in UK Parliament and US Senate and its impact on modern journalism/storytelling.

AMLAN: The story of Western civilization is truly 'negotiated' democracy.

One of his customers really appreciated his ordering of a special American book about the experience of engaging with the intuitive Western civilization imagination behind the traffic surrounding the Statue of Liberty, and he ordered more copies and demand grew in Belfast steadily one summer-autumn season.

AMLAN: Hey, if my bookshop generates more revenue/patronage for the neighboring coffee-shop, then all's well in love!

His books were sometimes illustrated works with rare etchings and/or modern illustrations of the 'experience' of Western migration of peoples/cultures and the negotiation involved with a dynamic commerce-oriented history. His books were therefore a 'reprint' of civilization design.

He made audiobook recordings too of Irish-English folk-tale books for his bookshop for parents to purchase for their children who might 'appreciate' the conveniences of listening to a story at home rather than having to read liberally after schooltime!

One Sunday afternoon, while tending to his shop and shelfing a new series of works by Joyce, he saw what he thought was the 'ghostly-apparition' of some 19th-Century woman (of either Catholic or Protestant descent!) and decided to walk up to the spirit with some modest courage to really see if he was hallucinating, but she picked up some 'book hologram' and began to read it (silently) before completely vanishing from the bookshop.