I needed this, lyric, light, poetic, humorous, romantic. A break from William S. Burroughs, who's brilliance is undiminished but whose taste in romance is very much at odds with my own.
The cover, orange, with a black and white photo of the author (droopy handlebar moustache, long greasy blonde hair) beside a beautiful woman in a trench coat, both leaning up against a stone pillar in front of what could be the library described in his book. And the woman, in her trench coat, buttons placed so as to represent the nipples of her breasts if it were removed, perfectly slouched. I'm intrigued enough to suspect that it's some juvenilia doodled by a previous owner, but attempting to erase it does nothing. Merely a good photo that gives some indication of both the era (1966), the author, and the love interest Vida.
The library, staffed by the narrator, is a repository for first editions, unpublished manuscripts dropped off by unpublished authors, at all hours. All manner of authors bring their cherished manuscripts there to place them upon the shelf, including Richard Brautigan himself (a clever trick, also done frequently by Cendrars, to introduce himself in the third person into the novel...).
And the book meanders from there.
Read more on Brautigan here: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Brautigan
And read about the library it inspired here: https://cchmuseum.org/brautigan-library/