Comments on: Where Is One So Weak as in a Bookstore?

By: Anonymous

Anonymous — Wed, 09 Jul 2008 14:33:42 +0000

And not a book store per se, the Green Valley Book Fair (as Marcia Scrivener reminds me) in Mt. Crawford, Va. (in the Shenandoah Valley between Harrisonburg and Staunton) convenes six times yearly: http://www.gvbookfair.com .

By: Freddie Trebby

Freddie Trebby — Mon, 30 Jun 2008 13:19:34 +0000

Foyles Bookstore on Charing Cross Road has always been a ‘MUST GO’ stop in London.
They carry used, old & new books in their 5-7 floors. I have just discovered there is an additional location at Royal Festival Hall.
Both are open 7 days a week…yummm!!!

By: david

david — Sun, 18 May 2008 20:21:43 +0000

normal’s, in the bohemian old leftist neighorhood of Waverley in altimore Md. They’ve risen from being part of a vintage clothing co-op to being a most amiable culture centre and source for books, dvds and music. I think about forty percent of my CD collection was purchased at normal’s over the (nearly twenty) years. When I mentioned this to the apparently ageless Rupert Wondoloski, one of the owner – ops, he gasped. At 31st St. off Greenmount Ave. in beautiful Waverley.

By: Bookie

Bookie — Mon, 18 Feb 2008 12:43:58 +0000

Don’t forget Square Books in Oxford, Miss. Some of the most important or popular writers of the late 20th century have visited there with readings and book signings weekly.

By: Charles Ford

Charles Ford — Wed, 30 Jan 2008 03:55:31 +0000

When I lived in Nashville, TN in the late 1980s, the Davis-Kidd Bookstore and Cafe was an oasis of intellectual conversation and consumption. I gather that it still might be.

By: John

John — Sat, 26 Jan 2008 23:34:38 +0000

Faulkner House Books in New Orleans (624 Pirate’s Alley). In the Quarter, in a holy edifice, a great selection of old and new literature, plus, if you ask, they have a number of hard-to-find out-of-print books and even ms. materials of Southern authors.

By: Petronius

Petronius — Thu, 24 Jan 2008 02:01:49 +0000

My fave is Blackwell’s, Broad Street, Oxford. In my more delusional moments I imagine myself squatting there (unbeknownst to the staff, of course) and taking up residence.