book store, i want to like you.

But probably I never will.

I like that it’s there, on my street, small and haughty. I like its collaged and unorganized window displays. I like how, by the simple miracle of walking by it, I feel as if I am supporting something independent and community-sustained. I live in a neighborhood that still has an independent bookstore, after all.

I just hate everything in it.

I resent how it invites me to just “drop on in” all nonchalant and casual, but never stocks anything I want to read. This is a tease and it puts me in a bad mood.

Their history section perpetuates the myth that history is about war. This brute oversight I might allow if the bookstore featured a cultural studies section, a sociology section, an ethnic studies section, and/or current affairs section.

But it doesnt. Apparently, to this day, men and their wars made all of history.

The philosophy, oh, I should say ‘philosophy/religion’ area leaves me underserved–a scant volume of Foucault, a book that teaches me how to read tea leaves in my urine. Also in this section: “My Inner Goddess and Her Love for Chocolate Cake.”

The very inaccurately genre’d “essays” area is half full with fiction anthologies. The poetry section is comprised of Shakespeare sonnets and the odd Ogden Nash.

I often attempt to support Bookcourt, only to storm off to the Barnes and Noble two blocks away. it has occured to me to speak to their manager–please stop buying books that suck–because i want it to pull through so badly. My inner goddess is keeping me in check for now.

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2 thoughts on “book store, i want to like you.

  1. The demanding one. Well, well. Bookstores, one might suggest, are tinder for the brain, the way a good cheap bottle of wine can help spark something worth more than itself.

    I will not, I think, tell you what I think of your inner goddess. We’ll just assume that everyone can guess…

  2. it was the same way with our mountain view bookstore selections. we had one “new” bookstore that only stocked the last year’s worth of releases + dante, and a used bookstore with great selection which was horrendously overpriced (+ much wear & tear on the merchandise). now I live near a feminist bookstore I fear will only stock feminist books (I love fiction! I can’t help it!), and a borders. danger!

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