Caro has entered her contestant for this august title and
threated to arm wrestle to the ground anyone who disagrees. Devoted as I am to my favorite all-around
bookstore, I hereby risk violence at the hands of a Scot to put forward my own
candidate. Regular readers of this blog
know what a violent bunch the Scots can be, so you can see the depth of my
devotion!
Caveat: For Caro, a greatest bookshop needs to have medical
text books stacked to the ceiling. My
candidate does have medical books, but they do not have a ceiling-height
collection of Gray’s Anatomy. That said, ladies and gentlemen, I say
The Strand Bookstore is the best bookshop in the whole world.
The Strand is not the largest. Not the most elegant in architecture. And certainly not the most expensive. You cannot buy anything to eat or drink in
it. What it has is books. LOTS of them.
And a staff that will walk you to the book you want.
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| A recent photo of the staff |
The Strand was founded in 1927 on Fourth Avenue in Manhattan. The location was then the New York equivalent
of Charing Cross Road. In a six-block stretch
there were forty-eight bookshops. The
Strand is the only one that survives. It
sits very near its birthplace—just around the corner on Twelfth and Broadway.
The founder was a twenty-five year old booklover named Ben
Bass. He took $300 of his own money and
another $300 borrowed from a friend and opened a shop. He wanted it to be loved by book lovers like him. Eighty-six years later, it is beloved by
bookophiles all over the world. Ben’s
son Fred went into the business when he came home from World War II. Ben’s granddaughter Nancy now runs the place,
and has three children waiting in the wings ready to take over.
There are many great things about the Strand for me. One of best is that it is only a short block
and half from my front door. But I have
lived lots of places that were much farther away, and a trip to The Strand was
always worth it. Way before the Internet,
when I was just starting my research for historical novels, I had the stacks of
the New York Public Library to feed my curiosity. The next best place to go to find a book in
New York was then, and is now, The Strand.
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| My shelves are full of obscure volumes with The Strand's yellow price rage in front. |
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| The denizens of The Strand include New Yorkers of all kinds. |
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| The rare book department, where I like to shop for special gifts. |
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| The children's department. |
The Strand buys used books from people who walk in. Sometimes they have a station wagon full of
cartons out at the curb; sometimes just a shopping bag or two. This means that those eighteen miles of bookshelves
carry both old and new books, arranged by subject. So when you get to the South American or
African History section, for instance, you will find not only the latest works
on your subject, but a potpourri of titles that might go back thirty, forty,
fifty years. O, the treasures one can
find by mounting a ladder and reading the spines!
A big New York favorite is the bookshelves on wheels that
are rolled out onto the sidewalk each morning.
They hold books for a dollar or two.
You can pass by and see people browsing them. Some people, I think, just stand there and
read the whole book.
The Strand always has and still does host readings and talks
by the city’s intellectual, literary, and artistic lights.
And in the fine weather it keeps an outpost along Central
Park so you can buy a book while you walk the dog.
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| Not all bookshops give dating advice, but my favorite shares the advice of John Waters |
If you are in New York and want to visit The Strand, let me
know. It doesn’t have a coffee shop, but
I will meet you and take you out for the best coffee in the Village—just a
couple of blocks away.
Beat that offer, Caro, if you can!
Annamaria - Monday
