From The Perfect Write:
It’s been my contention for several years that the large, stand-alone, brick-and-mortar bookstores, as well as those that lease space in major malls and strip-malls, will be forced out of existence. And I’m of the opinion that as copying technology becomes more efficient (read “faster”), less expensive (an Espresso Book Machine approaches six figures), and more user friendly (I’m told this is not a slam dunk, as it takes a few tries to get it right when printing a “personal” work), book-printing kiosks will spring up everywhere. My prediction is that the B&N/Starbucks model will be reversed, in that Starbucks will be the anchor for the book kiosks, and folks will have the current bestsellers printed before they can slurp down a latte.
I’m rehashing this because I want to make clear that I don’t predict the elimination of the small, independent bookstore; that wonderful institution in which I’m going to guess many who read my detritus routinely laze away an hour or two whenever possible. In addition to offering used books at ridiculously low prices, it’s in these stores that I’ve been able to purchase long out of print books by Harry Crews and Upton Sinclair and discovered great finds in original covers by Herman Melville (BILLY BUDD) and Agatha Christie (THE SECRET ADVERSARY).
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The small, independent bookstore is a fixture I never want to see die. This establishment with a bin of books out front with signs ranging form “fifty cents each” to “take one leave one.” Upon entering, we’re always greeted by a grotesquely overfed cat or a hound of noble breed that wouldn’t move no matter the strength of what’s attempting to incommode the beast (should it be necessary to reach the bookshelf it’s plopped in front of). Add to this the indescribable but unmistakable smell of book “mustiness” from pages being kept intact as if protected by this mysterious aroma, which I like refer to as the “scent of knowledge.” I view the small, independent bookstore the same as patina on a ship’s brass bell or the aging of the frame surrounding a portrait of the matriarch of a founding family.
Link to the rest at The Perfect Write