Used bookstores: friend or foe?



More bookstore kvetching. Did you see that used bookstores are making a comeback?

Actually, I don’t really want to kvetch about used bookstores. They were always my favorites, partly because one of my earliest exposures to great books was at one of them. It was a downtown St. Louis store, and, sure, it happened to have an adult section curtained off in the back (with a couple of peepshow machines squatting just inside that provocative portal), but it was stocked floor-to-ceiling with every kind of tome you could possibly be interested in. And the smell in there was both exotic and familiar, a musty bouquet that’s like a bookworm’s cocaine. Once you’re addicted…

And when I was in London doing the year-abroad thing, I could be found in one of the ubiquitous used bookshops up and down Charing Cross Road, poring over cheap but seemingly ancient editions of every…

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