The used Penguin copy of Trollope’s The Eustace Diamonds has chocolate stains on the pages. I think they’re chocolate stains.
And that is not the only book in disgraceful condition. Three pages of The Grapes of Wrath are dotted with holes, apparently from a paperpunch. Then there is a slightly foxed paperback of Hesiod’s Theogony, with a confused family tree of the creation myth scribbled in purple ink on the back page.
Ecce, as they say in Latin. Lo! These all came from the same decaying store. It reeks of mustiness and dirt, like a basement rec room or a rag shop in Dickens. The name is The Bookstore, or perhaps Books, Books, Books! We suggest it be changed to Acceptable Condition, which of course means the opposite.
“The problem with M’s store,” said a friend, “is he/she will buy any book in any condition to have a conversation.”
There are some lonely-heart bookstore owners, but I have observed mostly crusty anti-social types. My impression is they are sick of humanity and just want to read the books.
I was pondering this the other day while considering my long history and complex relationship with used bookstores.
In graduate school, we occasionally sold books. I sold them so I could afford tampons for too-frequent periods. My husband also sometimes sold books. A cockroach once crawled out of a copy of Derrida’s Of Grammatology he was trying to sell. (It wasn’t his fault: the cockroach was a southern thing.) As you can imagine, the store owner found it unacceptable.
There are some extraordinary used bookstores. I had good luck in a chilly (now defunct) bookshop called Linda’s, located in a dilapidated concrete building in Dubuque. In this quasi-garage, I found a Penguin of Elizabeth Gaskell’s Sylvia’s Lovers, a Barbara Pym I didn’t have, even a pristine set of Paul Scott’s The Raj Quartet, published by University of Chicago.
There used to be countless good-to-great used bookstores and there are still some: Jackson Street Booksellers in Omaha, Paperbacks and Pieces in Winona, and Magers and Quinn in Minneapolis. I would also love to visit The Frugal Muse in Wisconsin, because of the name.
What are your favorite used bookstores? And have you found anything untoward in the less good ones? Bacon as bookmarks?