Other booksellers have always advised me to specialize, and they are probably right, but I never could decided on ONE specific subject that fascinated me right down to the ground. I guess if you carve out your own little niche, people will have to come to you – well that’s what supposed to happen. And so far so good for Chicago’s the Abraham Lincoln Book Shop, who specializes in . . . you guessed it ol’ Honest Abe hisself. Hmm…when’s the last time we called a US President anything but “that dirty rotten bastard”?
BTW The National Gallery is having a lovely Dada exhibit, no it’s not bookish…but the longer I live the more I think Dada was profoundly prescient.
wicked cute idea the Reading Olympics of Hoboken
shopping news: Bonhams & Butterfields auction house managed to get $15K for a 1943 complaint letter from William Faulkner.
leftover: NYRB a review of The Letters of Lytton Strachey edited by Paul Levy
smutpeddling? Are African-American authors padding out their books with smut to increase saleability? I don’t really care personally…but this NYT op-ed piece by Nick Chiles from last month posed the question. Professor Brenda Greene seems to agree in her letter to the editor. Philly journalist Jeff Guinn has a reply.
banktoaster: Haruki Murakami has a new story available online in the New Yorker A Shinagawa Monkey
There’s hope for us all: Allan Guthrie, 40 year old bookstore clerk resigns after getting £50,000 advance for hard-boiled novels.
“No man is good enough to govern another man without that other’s consent.” – Abraham Lincoln