A Thirdfloorian expedition to the last standing big box bookstore in the whole of Upper R-wijk has reported a roughly 33% decrease in shelf space for Literature/Fiction due to encroachment of Toys/Games from the Kids' Enclave. Also, the Corner of Ostentatious Intellectual Display (once identifiable by its two Comfy Chairs and presence of the Poetry Section) has now been displaced by Dogs. Or was it Sports? I forget. Probably Sports, because the chairs are still there. Poetry, however, has shifted it down the line to a Hooverville not far from Dodgy Histories of Europe, and is now reckoned to be about half way to End Cap status.
The good news: The ratio of German lit in translation to Anglo fiction seems to have risen. Slightly. (This is probably entirely due to Heinrich Böll, Hans Fallada and Melville House Publishing, because tokenism favors one-stop-shopping. But of course it may also just be because they've gotten rid of a lot of stuff.) Also, no works of Nobel Prize for Literature winners were discovered in the Red Sticker Rubbish bins with the out-of-favor manga series and the bad Dan Brown knockoffs. This time.