I wandered down to the bookstore on the first floor during lunch. There, on the English book shelves! A real, live, in-the-wild copy of the book. It had an obi (a half-height paper wrapper with a blurb in Japanese about the book, with my name on it in katakana) and it was for sale.

I thought about buying it so the store would know all about the wild demand for the thing, but I decided to leave it there for someone else to come along and find. I’ve already read the thing, you see.