"How much?"
Everything was $2.00. The owner was a cattleman who liked to come into the city. He told me he used to have a better location for the bookstore. He had often driven to Minneapolis to buy books in bulk from a wholesaler. Now he depended on church sales and romances.
The store was damp and cold--he kept the heat off--and fluorescent lamps swung from the ceiling on precarious wires. He switched on the lights when a customer browsed in a specific aisle. Lots of running around flicking switches. Otherwise, there was zero organization. A section was labeled SCIENCE FICTION or POETRY, but you were likely to find A Midsummer Night's Dream in SF and Muriel Spark's Symposium in Poetry. I found all kinds of treasures and first editions. But I also wanted to organize the books. He wasn't concerned with that.
The bookstore closed. One day I went there and all the books were gone.

Illustration from "Thumbelina" |
Okay, not a classic, but fun. I wonder what happened to Treasure Press.
There are some other interesting books, too. John Galsworthy's Worshipful Society is part of a Galsworthy set, published by Charles Scribner's Sons in 1929. The novels are The Country House, Fraternity, and The Patrician. I've read the first of the three.
And then there's Norman Mailer's Armies of the Night in a library binding.
And Ruth Suckow's The Folks. That's coming up as One of My Reads of the Year.
Books you would never look for, because you didn't know they existed.
1 comment:
The Thumbelina illustration is lovely. Ellen
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