Month: May 2018

The Slow Painful Death of Book Stores

She was a young and thin, a wraith, and she handed me the book she wanted to buy and said, “ I have to buy this because I sat down to read it and was sobbing within three minutes.” And she opened the book and showed me the tears that had fallen on one of Keats’ poems. How sweet that was. Another young woman, her belly and breasts straining at the leash of her blouse comes in with a young man. They browse awhile and she hands me a small early 19th century Bible and asks, “How much is it?”

I know she hasn’t been in a used and antiquarian book shop before because if she had she would have known that the price is always marked inside the cover in pencil. Continue reading “The Slow Painful Death of Book Stores”