where is my pistol

there is something romantic about hidden objects in books; from secrets and money, to jewels, to drugs, or to guns. literature has been not only been the salvation of society, but also the culprit of criminals from all walks of life. makes me want to go home and carve out a few books myself… hmmm but what books? proust’s “a la recherche du temps perdu”? maybe not thick enough, how about mann’s “joseph der ernähre”? now what could i put inside them? by xy