I am addicted to bookfinder.com, and just spent about $100 this week alone on bizarre old tomes I couldn’t have found elsewhere. But my heart is still in the Mom-and-Pop used-book shop—you know, the fast-vanishing kinds with piles of dusty books heaped up on shelves that look like they’ll collapse any minute? Priceless finds stacked on the floor by the radiator? That great “old book smell?”
There are still a few of these shops left in NYC—fewer and fewer each year. The town I live in has one, locally known as The Cranky Old Man Book Shop, for obvious reasons. This weekend a friend visited and we descended on the place. I got:
• A 1942 copy of Mrs. Miniver, complete with Greer Garson dust jacket
• A trashy 1932 Hollywood novel promisingly titled Glittering Sham
• An illustrated 1866 edition of Douglas Jerrold’s 1840s humorous essay book, Mrs. Caudle’s Curtain Lectures
And all for twenty bucks! Any Dopers wish to share Old Book Shop memories and fabulous finds?