There’s a Bookstore in That Train Station.

The Philadelphia suburb of Mt. Airy, near where I grew up, has no lack of beautiful and unique train stations. But only one has a bookstore. Walk A Crooked Mile Books sells used books out of one the most historically significant of these stations. The still busily operating train depot – Mount Airy Station on SEPTA’s R7 Chestnut East Line – was designed by gilded-age master, innovator/architect Frank Furness. Furness was an extraordinarily prolific Philadelphia architect, who as well as the Pennsylvania Academy of the Fine Arts, the Provident Institution, First Unitarian Church, Broad Street Station and some 600 other spectacular buildings, designed the rail stations on the Chestnut Hill line.   Continue reading

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The Singer Sewing Machine of Typewriters

From the Martin Howard Collection of Early Typewriters:

The Underwood Typewriter was the first widely successful, modern typewriter. It pulled together the two main design elements that would be found on all later machines, a four-row keyboard with front strike type-bars, giving visible typing. The Underwood was not the first to offer these essential features, but it was by far the best engineered machine to have done so by 1896.

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The Book Reopened in Laredo

An amazing story of a town pulling together that is straight out of Little House on the Prairie. In response to the closing of the B. Dalton bookstore in Laredo, Texas which has left the city of over a quarter of a million people with no bookstore, the members of the community have banded together to open their own used bookshop. On March 9th, The Laredo Center for the Arts opened a store called LC4A. The former art-souvenir shop was converted through personal book donations and will sell books at bargain prices to encourage readers to shop for their books locally.

The volunteers at LC4A are grateful for any book donations I am collecting books from friends and co-workers to ship off to Texas so that the good people of Laredo are not left without access to books.

You can call them at 956-725-1715
Or simply box up your old books and mail them to:
Laredo Center for the Arts
500 San Augustin Avenue
Laredo, Texas 78040

You don’t have to burn books to destroy a culture. Just get people to stop reading them.
— Ray Bradbury

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Childhood Obsession: Jane-Emily.

“There are times when the midsummer sun strikes cold, and when the leaping flames of a hearthfire give no heat. Times when the chill within us comes not from fears we know, but from fears unknown-and forever unknowable”. This is how Jane-Emily, a novel by wonderful young-adult fiction writer Patricia Clapp begins.

I read Jane-Emily when I was ten. It was the scariest book I had ever read. It was the book that started me on a lifetime of frittering away my time reading ghost stories. It’s a pre-teen Rebecca– a gothic, atmospheric tale about a “plain” orphan’s obsession with the memory of the girl who lived in the house before her, and who died a tragic death. The orphan, a 9 year old named Jane is sent to spend the summer at her grandmother’s mansion in Massachusetts. Like Rebecca, the book centers around a mysterious and gloomy house, afflicted by the stranglehold of the ghost of it’s former resident. The house “stood tall and dark gray, with gables and half-hidden dormers, it’s several brick chimneys soot -stained almost to black”. A haunted reflecting ball on the mansion’s grounds is the conduit for the ghost of a dead 12 year old girl named Emily. A vicious and malevolent child, Emily – in a gruesome attempt to punish her family – commits suicide by soaking her victorian nightgown and sitting in front of a window on a frigid winter night.   Continue reading

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Perdu Dans La Traduction

simone de bouvier

My life was hurrying, racing tragically toward its end. And yet at the same time it was dripping so slowly, so very slowly now, hour by hour, minute by minute. One always has to wait until the sugar melts, the memory dies, the wound scars over, the sun sets, the unhappiness lifts and fades away.

Not from Second Sex, but from The Woman Destroyed. But so good, right?

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EBookophiles: Being Minimal and High Tech Doesn’t Make you any Less Pretentious Than ME.

The article Shelf Life in last Sunday’s New York Times magazine – insinuating that “traditional” book owners are pretentious phonies for shelving, stacking and throwing their books around their houses – is hypocritical (does it get any more pretentious than the author’s minimal yet highly curated little tableau of her Ebooks on display on that Conran’s shelf?), obvious, boring and annoying. I am countering it with excerpts from Roger Ebert’s online journal entry Books do Furnish a Life, and Steven Heller ‘s Observer piece Decorative Books: The End of Print, in support of those who phonily, pretentiously and unapologetically display their “traditional books”.

Excerpted from design observer:

When ink on paper finally goes the way of the Dodo (or the eight track), as certain dodos have predicted, heaps of printed papers will remain on earth. So the question will be what to do with what’s left? Ray Bradbury suggests in his 1953 dystopian science-fiction novel, Fahrenheit 451, that incineration is an option, but in truth the looming paper redundancy does not demand such hot draconian measures. When every bit of recorded human knowledge is digitized and available through Google or Jeeves alternative uses must be found for untold metric tons of paper, and particularly all those pesky books. So what is needed is the repurposing of these venerable materials into useful life-enhancing goods. Any suggestions?   Continue reading

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Time, Eminent Domain, Marches on and Into Lofts.


In an essay immortalizing Acres Of Books entitled “I Sing The Bookstore Eclectic” posted on their website, novelist Ray Bradbury describes the book store as “a labyrinth, a tomb, a catacomb, a maze. . . . In its dusty roundabout winding corridors, turn here and you collide with Shaw, turn there and you knock elbows with Gibbon, go farther on and you wind up in the company of a wild bunch of Victorian children, nameless until now, surrounding you elephant-high on all sides, calling their titles and daring you to remember. It’s so . . . big and it’s full of history. It’s full of the smell of dust and time and literature.”   Continue reading

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The Afterword Reading Society

from the afterward:

Here ye!

Follow our new thrice-yearly Reading Society as we take on our first book: Daniel O’Thunder by B.C. writer Ian Weir.

Our panel – Erin Balser, Craig Davidson, Brad Frenette, Ben Kaplan, Mark Medley and Ron Nurwisah – will convene in this space each Tuesday to discuss the book, and we encourage your comments to add to the dialogue.

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One Day in the Life of Sylvia Plath

Journal Entry from Cambridge

February 19th, 1956

To whom it may concern: Every now and then there comes a time when the neutral and impersonal forces of the world turn and come together in a thunder-crack of judgment. There is no reason for the sudden terror, the feeling of condemnation, except that the circumstances all mirror the inner doubt, the inner fear. Yesterday, walking quite peacefully over the Mill Lane bridge, after leaving my bike to be repaired (feeling lost, pedestrian, impotent), smiling that smile which puts a benevolent lacquer on the shuddering fear of strangers’ gazes, I was suddenly turned upon by little boys making snowballs on the dam.   Continue reading

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Book Cover Portraits by Painter Richard Baker

Credit: Richard Baker (rcdbaker@earthlink.net).

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