I can’t believe it.
[My local bookstores after the jump.]
Barnes and Noble and Borders
I live just two blocks from a Barnes & Noble. Bookstores such as that and Border’s contribute to the death of the corner bookstore as alluded to that movie. But, like shopgirl, it’s hard for me to dismiss it as evil—the expansive aisles with stools to read wherever and whatever you want. You can walk over and get some coffee at the Starbucks…just good luck finding a seat. Given my weakness for women who love the printed word, a local Barnes & Noble is better than a trip to the French Riviera—who can hate that? I rarely leave there without buying at least one book, even though I can get the same thing, cheaper, in two days or less.
But I have to wonder, can any bookstore survive without becoming an extension to Starbucks?
Getting back from the Haight Street Fair, I notice an unanswered call and hit callback.
“Hey Terry, it’s Cheri.”
“Oh, hey! Sorry about that—I’m driving Andrei back. What’s up?”
“I’m heading to City Lights and you live in North Beach, right? Are you guys are up for that?”
Inviting me to shop at a bookstore? That’s like inviting a recovering addict to visit a crack house. “Uh, sure. we’ll meet you there.”
And it totally rocks.
I’m so lucky. 🙂
I love the printed word.
It brought us out of the Dark Ages and lights each day of mine in a way nothing else can. I am grateful, every day, to every writer who sparks my imagination and publisher who feeds my addiction.
Ferlinghetti’s brainchild has the good luck of being declared a historic landmark. Cody’s wasn’t so lucky. I still have to wonder about the future of the bookstore and books in general. Can they survive without being an extension of Starbucks? Has television and pickup culture replaced the book nerd?
After all, as I confessed to Cheri inside City Lights, “This bookstore rocks! This is my first time here, you know.”
“How is that possible?”
“Whenever I walk by, I seem to always have a full cup of coffee in my hand. You can’t bring that in here,” I reply sheepishly.
If you’re in SF and doing nothing this thursday, come meet a drug manufacturer.