I wish this was in my neighborhood

After coming down Queen Anne Hill I finally made my way to Mercer Street Books–the original object of my hour-long walk across town. It is such a lovely, clean, well-kept, organized used bookstore, I wish it were in my own neighborhood. (Although I would like it to be right next door to a messy, unorganized used bookstore because I love those too.)

When I have traveled somewhere by air I don’t want to load up with books that I need to get back to DC. Not surprisingly then, I’m generally not inclined to buy anything that I can find relatively easily at home. So my usual approach is to hunt for things that are hard to find. But in a well-run, tidy, used bookstore like Mercer Street Books, where their stock is newish and appears to turn over with some frequency, it is harder to come across the kind of stuff I like to find—that is, those rare but not prized mid-century, middlebrow novels that I take a fancy to. Not one to want to leave totally empty handed, however, I seem to gravitate to NYRB and Europa editions. Because their titles are older and/or off the beaten track I never feel bad about buying one or two or ten. Especially when they are half off the cover price.

Totally new to me, not entirely sure if I will like them but that didn’t stop me from buying all three.


Having only begun reading The New Yorker in the Tina Brown years I never understand old timers who moan about how the magazine is a shell of its former glory. It is a fantastic fucking magazine, I just don’t understand the complaints. This long time New Yorker writer even bemoans how it started to suck in the Wallace Shawn years. Seriously Renata, what  was it before that? Maybe this book will finally explain it to me. If not, looks like a nice gossipy read.
A reminder that I was in the city of Nancy Pearl.


A lovely combination.

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