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In
fact, most old books are worthless, suitable only for recycling.
But a lot of people can't bear to throw books away. This is where
Mr. Mart assumes a priestly role. "I give absolution,"
he said. "I tell people it's O.K. to toss them in the dumpster."
The
most precious commodity in a small bookstore is shelf space. It's
like parking in New York: you have to be ruthless and quick to
find a spot for each new arrival. If a customer takes down a book,
you have to sneak another one in at once. With luck the customer,
stuck with a book in his hand and nowhere to put it, will be embarrassed
into a purchase.
The
other great challenge is classification. Librarians have their
Dewey Decimal System, but booksellers have only their intuition.
A bookstore is really a physical model of the inside of the bookseller's
head, which means that nothing is or should be obvious. A book
about sailing around the world may go in the travel section, or
in biography, or under sport or even in philosophy, if the author
is inclined to speculate about the meaning of life while he sails
the great oceans. Only the bookseller knows for sure.
Browsing
is a voyage of discovery. In a very small space you can find such
arcane volumes as The Encyclopedia of Bad Taste, some nostalgic
Blue Guides to France from 1950's that make no references to Euro
Disney or McDonald's, an Egyptian grammar, a handy guide to running
your own casino, an edition of "Uncle Tom's Cabin" illustrated
with scenes from the 1927 silent movie and an improbable multivolume
collection of sermons by the 18th century British humorist Laurence
Sterne.
What
separates the used bookstore from the modern, giant, antiseptic
new bookstore is serendipity. The stock comes from the almost
infinite ocean of titles published from 1455 until yesterday.
It's like Plato's cave in reverse: the deeper you go in, the more
you learn.
After
a few hours reshelving books in some semblance of alphabetical
order and rearranging the literature and criticism section according
to my own mental geography, I felt as if I had never done anything
else. The body remembers long after the mind forgets. The dust
tingled in my sinuses, my feet ached and my back ached, just like
in the old days.
I
was also reminded that bookselling is the best possible training
in humility. There's nothing like being surrounded by thousands
of books that one has not read, and trying to answer impossible
questions from customers on every subject under the sun, from
fly fishing to physics, to reveal the full extent of one's own
ignorance. At the end of the day, I felt both tired and stupid.
It was like being young again.
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