Hobgoblin and I decided to start our vacation a day early, so instead of leaving on Thursday, we will be heading out tomorrow. We are traveling to the Rochester area for my sister’s wedding, and then over to Maine for a week to visit Portland and Acadia National Park, and then to Vermont to visit some friends. So I’ll back in a couple weeks. In the meantime, enjoy August and read lots of books!
Monthly Archives: August 2009
Zhiv commented recently that I should try to get over the guilt I feel about buying books, and when fellow bloggers, particularly ones as kind and encouraging as Zhiv, offer good advice, I generally try to follow it. So yesterday Hobgoblin and I headed to Manhattan to look at some bookstores. I figured an excellent way to keep from feeling guilty about buying more books is to buy them from great independent bookstores that could probably use the support, so I remembered that I saw a walking tour of bookstores in New York City posted at The Millions and decided we would follow part of it.
We skipped the first two stores on the route, The Strand and St. Mark’s, as we have been to both of them frequently. We visited the next five stores, though, and each one was entirely new to us. I’ve been kicking myself since yesterday for not having visited these stores earlier, but at least I’ve found them now.
Three Lives was up first; it was probably the smallest store we visited, but it was the one I liked best because its selection was outstanding. If you take a typical bookstore, pull out all the crappy books you find everywhere, and then add in a bunch of really smart books and books from small presses and books you normally have trouble finding, you’ll have Three Lives. Hobgoblin and I kept excitedly showing each other books we thought the other would find interesting. I bought two books here, although I could have found dozens more: The Cloud of Unknowing, written by an anonymous monk in the 14th century, which I bought to feed my interest in spiritual writing, and the 2008 version of The Best American Essays. I’ve been wavering about buying that one for a while, but the other day I got a strong urge to read some contemporary essays, so I decided to go ahead.
Next up was Partners & Crime Mystery Booksellers, just a couple blocks away from Three Lives. I love that Manhattan has two bookstores devoted exclusively to mysteries (two that I know of!). I’ve been to the other one, The Mysterious Bookshop, and this was one perhaps a bit smaller, but equally interesting. They had sections devoted to mysteries in exotic locales, to mysteries with lurid covers, to out-of-print mysteries, to hard-boiled and soft-boiled mysteries, and probably to other categories too. From their 100 best mysteries ever shelves, I found Josephine Tey’s Miss Pym Disposes to take along with me. It occurred to me while we were there that my mystery book group might want to take a field trip to these two shops.
Then we walked across town to McNally Jackson, which I’ll remember chiefly as the place where they had their fiction divided up by country or region. I think this is a little odd and would cause categorization problems; for instance, I’m reading Christina Stead right now, who was born in Australia but who lived in England and America and other places, and whose novel that I’m reading now, The Man Who Loved Children, is set in the U.S. But still, if I ever decide I want to read a bunch of, say, African fiction or fiction from southeast Asia, I know where to go. The store was a pretty good size, with a good, smart selection. From the Russian section, I picked out Victor Pelevin’s Buddha’s Little Finger to take home.
Then it was on to Housing Works Used Book Cafe, just a block or two from Mcnally Jackson. Their website appears to be down, but you can read about the store here. It’s a non-profit bookstore and cafe, and the money it makes goes to help people with HIV/AIDS. They had an amusing sign up at the cafe saying that all their workers are volunteers, which is why nobody can find the cream. It was a fun store, a good size with an interesting selection of books. Hobgoblin and I were getting tired by this point, but after some coffee and a chance to sit for a little while, we found some more energy and I found these books: Annie Dillard’s The Maytrees, Anna Gavalda’s Someone I Loved, Georgette Heyer’s The Talisman Ring, and Jane Gardam’s Old Filth. Again, I could easily have found more.
By the time we got to the last shop, maybe half a mile from Housing Works, we were getting seriously tired, so we only took a quick look and didn’t buy anything, but it’s a shop that’s worth another visit: Bluestockings, a bookstore, fair trade cafe, and activist center, as its website says. I love the store’s name. The walking tour guide describes the store this way:
Of New York’s many bibliophile haunts, this one boasts perhaps the most pronounced curatorial sensibility. Punk, feminist, progressive, culture-theoretical, and environmental sensibilities predominate, without domineering.
Sounds like fun, right? Once we’d looked around a bit, Hobgoblin and I hobbled off to get some dinner and make our way back to Grand Central and back home.
We didn’t even make it to the four stores on the tour in Brooklyn. Those are for another day, I suppose.
Update: You can find out what Hobgoblin bought here.