Finding a job is about telling yourself, I should do it because it’s going to work. To find something I can do better. For the sake of others…I started to mull over these words Jack spoke.
“Do you know how many second-hand book stores there are in New York City? Probably over 100. They say one out of every ten visitors to a secondhand bookstore is a collector. This means collectors are looking for books every day. And they are mostly looking for those expensive kinds. And expensive means there are that many people looking for such books, and there are only limited copies available. My job is to find such books on behalf of those collectors. I go to numerous book stores in addition to Strand to quickly find what my client is looking for at adequate prices,” said Jack.
“I’ve always loved secondhand books so I had walked around New York City, store after store. That’s when I discovered that there are people who work to find books on behalf of their collector clients. So one day, I asked someone who works like this to show me the list of books he was looking for and instantly knew where he could find some of the books and how much they go for. That’s when I realized that I am better and can find the books more quickly.”
Jack tells me those collectors work with many book hunters and they know how to spot a good one and as they are competitive, they eventually ask you to work exclusively.
“Of course, it’s with the genre you are good at. For me, that’s magazines, photo books, art books modern firsts (first prints of modern literature). I’m one of the top book hunters in New York in these genres. Sometimes, I get poached by other collectors too,” Jack continued.
I crossed my hands at the back of my head, leaned back, and stared outside the donut shop.
So something I know I can definitely do well.
Do better. Is there such a thing…?
It was getting dark outside and the streets were now dazzling with lights. People were pulling up their coat collars to avoid the gusty winds.
“I think we should head out now,” said Jack.
We paid for our donuts and coffees and left the shop.
Jack pulled out a knitted cap and gloves from his coat pocket and put them on. It was obvious they were of premium quality and looked so warm.
I guess because it was after listening to Jack talk vividly about his work. Now with his navy cap deeply on his head, he looked simply dashing. I thought, wouldn’t it be great if I can call someone like him my friend…