Copper Harbor is a tiny town at the tip of the Keweenaw Peninsula of Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. Quite literally the end of the road (US 41), any farther and you’ll be in Canada. It’s hard to fault a town with the glorious Lake Superior on one side and tree covered mountains on the other, but, if one could. it would have been that it lacked a bookstore. That one blot on perfection was remedied a few years ago with the opening of Grandpa’s Barn.
The charming shop has a small well-chosen stock of titles to interest the fair weather tourists and to supply good reading to the hardy few who live here year ’round. I particularly liked the invitation to the Simple Pleasures Book Club where you can enjoy “dark chocolate and stimulating discussions”.
This is a great small bookstore in Marquette Michigan . My husband and I found it on an earlier trip to the UP and looked forward to visiting it again this Fall. We were enjoying the Autumn color,
but we know what’s coming. It’s important to lay in supplies!
The world of publishing and bookselling has been in such turmoil in recent years that it’s tempting to assume that the business must have experienced better times in the past. When I recently browsed through issues of The American Bookseller (published 1870’s and 80’s) what struck me was the familiarity of their anxieties and problems. The journal served “the Trade” through the last of the nineteenth century, covering everything of interest to booksellers, literary and music publishers, newsagents, and stationers. The typography is quaint but the content is startlingly contemporary.
Copyright and trademark, especially international agreements, were contentious issues. The quality of popular writing is lamented. One reviewer complains that many women authors are shockingly forthright in their intention “to write what sells” rather than what is properly uplifting. Sometimes business is good but the constant feeling and worry is that it isn’t as good as before.
It surprised me to read that the practice of discounting from the stated retail price is already disturbing the tranquility of booksellers. No one knows how to stop the publishers from giving price breaks to their biggest customers or how to discourage discounts offered by individual booksellers. Price discipline is weakening, threatening the viability of bookselling in small shops. Any shop owner experimenting with discounts, one commentator concludes, is playing a hopeless losing game. “It would only enable the large dealer to crush still more remorselessly the small dealer.”
Happily, “of making books there is no end”, nor of people who love them and want to share them in the community of readers. I mostly buy books in stores rather than order online, but that’s not always possible. When I do need to buy a book online, however, I always now order from a real bookstore. I have a short list of stores that I’ve found in travel around the country and particularly like – Lowry’s Books in Three Rivers Michigan, Bookstore1 in Sarasota, Maria’s in Durango, and Skylight in LA – and I am happy to give them the business. If I’m using an aggregator site like Abebooks (not ever the other A site) looking for an out-of-print title, I carefully search through the seller descriptions to identify a professional bookseller with a physical shop.
I enjoy so much just browsing in a bookstore and fairly wallowing in the variety and quantity of choices. They can’t survive, though, without customers. I will do what I can to keep them going and encourage other booklovers to do the same. It would break my heart to live in a world without bookstores.
What will you find at the end of a book tunnel?
Visit The Last Bookstore in Los Angeles to seek your treasure. TLB has a great assortment of new and used books in a historic building downtown. It’s a delightful eccentric place to browse.
ed. Henry Hitchings, Pushkin Press 2016
In his essay, “A Tale of Two Bookshops”, Juan Gabriel Vasquez quotes remarks made by Argentine author Adolfo Bioy Casares about why he writes.
“I dare to advise people to write, because it’s like adding an extra room to the house of one’s life. There is life and there is thinking about life, which is another way of living it intensely.”
“What I did like was literature. I felt that it was my homeland and I wanted to participate in its world.”