I ran across these pictures through a link on Frank Wilson’s excellent blog, Books, Inq. Frank is the books editor at Philadelphia Inquirer (Books, Inq., get it?) and he manages to cover an impressive amount of ground on his blog. Check it out…
They remind me of when I used to work at what I consider the best used and out of print book shop in the country, the Dickson Street Bookshop in Fayetteville, Arkansas. Imagine the Strand, but put together with a very precise disorder that won't give you a migraine. And they're listening to Woody Guthrie. Not quite an “indefinite and perhaps infinite number of hexagonal galleries,” but something close to it. At any rate, if any of you out there are fans of Too Loud a Solitude by Bohumil Hrabal, or know firsthand the exquisite terror that comes from living your days with the fear of death (or at least severe mangling) from an avalanche of books, you’re with me on this one…
--John Mark
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