Just realized I never commented on this, so let me remedy that.
I don't even know where to begin with this thing, 'cause it's exactly what I was hoping for when I said "mob of meerkats operating in the Library." I love all these little ne'er-do-wells. The concept of what they do is so great too. They're the muscle behind petty Archivist disputes over where certain books belong and any other job that needs a book to be moved. Yet, despite the fairly mundane and unimportant premise as a whole, the jobs end up being really dangerous. They've got rival mobs and ultimately they're small creatures in a library filled with large, unforgiving, and sometimes violent staff.
It's some unholy clash of The Sopranos, Goodfellas, The Departed, Reservoir Dogs, and Meerkat Manor. And I love it.
I now have a heinous need for a rendition of one of Coolidge's dogs playing poker paintings with these guys.
