From Used Bookstores to Prairie Dog Towns
Recently when talking to a friend about some of my latest reading interests, I expressed frustration with the recommendation pages of some websites, like my local library, Amazon, and Goodreads. I stated, “I love reading, but I find the hunt for stuff to read tedious.” And then an odd feeling took hold. Throughout much of the rest of that day I felt a sense of unease with myself, like a mild dose of shame. I wished I hadn’t said I find the hunt for reading material “tedious,” and I wasn’t sure exactly why, but I increasingly felt guilty of ingratitude, like the guy who starts poor, makes it big, and then loses sensitivity to those in his former plight. Thinking back on past book acquisition methods, I went way back. First, of course, came school libraries and then public libraries. I suppose bookstores existed in abundance back the 1970s and early 1980s, but I didn’t have money in abundance, and when in momentary possession of funds, they never lasted beyond a visit to the record store...