Anyone who worries about the current state of the print book must take a trip to Powells Bookstore. This was the biggest and busiest bookstore I’ve ever seen–and you’re talking to a Strand devotee. You had to wedge yourself around people to get from the blue room to the gold, and sometimes wait to peruse the A’s (or the Z’s) for one or two other browsers to move along. Sheer ecstacy. Kids spent hours in the rose room and could hardly decide between selections. I wanted to buy ‘em all (and did spend north of a hundred bucks). Anything to keep this wonderful slice of heaven in business forever.
July 15, 2009