I have just returned from my annual camp reunion in Hardy, Ark., and was stunned and gratified to learn that a bookstore, coffee-shop, restaurant, caterer (they catered our Saturday night dinner) had opened. Words, and Afterwords.
This summer I have done a little short-haul traveling and made it a point to visit independent bookstores: Malaprops in Asheville, N.C., Lemuria in Jackson, Tenn. This is another aspect of the love affair with books that never fades. The excitement of seeing stacks of books, a section in Lemuria for Eudora Welty, a bookseller actually handselling when a customer asked for a good book to read at the beach, and she wasn’t guiding him to Nora Roberts, but to the revolving shelf of recent literary releases. I recommended Netherland.
Booksellers who stock random Trollopes.
