Filed under: thoughtful
On a somewhat superficial level, I can imagine fewer things more sad and pathetic that a closing bookstore and a few days ago I had my first shopping experience at a bookshop that was going out of business. It was a smaller bookshop that carried mostly best sellers and impulse purchase items, but it was still a bookstore. I kept not going thinking, “What do I need with more books?” but I finally gave in. Half of the store had been roped off and aisle after aisle of empty shelves were in a no-man’s land. What remained of the store’s stock had been crowded onto a few shelves near the front entrance of the store.
I had been informed earlier that day by a customer that nothing was left, but I must confess my pleasure that I picked up a handful of Haruki Murakami novels at 40% off (usually never on sell and rarely inexpensive enough to purchase used). The store is going out, I know, because the rent was raised so instead of books being available yet another teenager clothing store will take its place. On one hand it does make my job more secure as we have even less competition now, but it is also rather sad to watch the falling popularity of bookstores.