
Madness
I took a long detour from a short trip out running errands the other day and landed in The Book Cellar, a used bookstore in Crossville, TN. I couldn’t pass up the huge billboard proclaiming “OVER 200,000 BOOKS!” Walked out 12 dollars poorer and 3,000 pages richer after about 90 minutes of browsing. In my excitement, I accidentally purchased 2 copies of Prague, by Arthur Phillips. So I will give one away. It cost me a dollar.
While I was staggering around the aisles and searching for Pelecanos among stacks (and stacks, and stacks) of Patterson, several people drifted in and out of the shop. You would have to see this place to understand my bewilderment. It is in an old shopping center that just looks tired and gray, home to a grocery outlet and an empty movie theater.
Yet I found more books than I will be able to read this year. And the woman who greeted me and took my money was very friendly. She tried to sell me a mystery bag of books for one dollar. And I almost bought them.
So here I am, again, irrationally pondering the idea of a used bookstore in Blacksburg. Maybe something to get people to wander back in from their forays into the wasteland of corporate coffee shops and “bakeries.” Something to remind people that when a town supports a bookstore, it means that it cares about stories and has its own story to tell.
Yeah, I know. We tried it once before. Several others have tried it. But the Easy Chair Coffee Shop wasn’t supposed to last this long in the face of this much competition, either. Sure, we’ve had our share of struggles. But as people continue to wake up to bad and worse economic news around the globe, maybe they will look to the neighborhood for solutions. Or just for the sense of community that is still there, the faintest flame, waiting for somebody to breathe life into it.