Laura Sanderson Healy, freelance writer and former Londoner, contributes another fabulous post about a book shop in London. Check out her previous bookstore adventures in London, Memphis, and Los Angeles. Thank you Laura!
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Guest Post from Josh Stephens
Josh Stephens is the editor of the California Planning & Development Report, a newsletter covering urban planning and land use. When he is not writing, he is a college counselor and freelance journalist. And when he’s not maintaining journalistic and academic objectivity, he enjoys places designed for humans rather than for unbridled commerce. Josh is assisting my son with his college essays and I have to say we learned more from him in an hour than we gathered from several college tours and talks and time with our own college counselor. Love the store he describes and how much it means to him. He also has an understanding of the independent bookstore world, check out his book review of Big Box Swindle.
Some years back I was corresponding with a wonderfully erudite woman named Eleanor. After braving a bedrizzled crossing of Regent’s Park I arrived at my friend’s flat and composed an email to her:
“Speaking of bookstores, I made a delightful find today: Primrose Hill Book Shop. The whole store is about the size of a dining+living room, but somehow every book seemed worth buying. I told the owner that she had a better selection than Barnes and Noble, and I meant it. It made me wonder why people are so eager to suffer those enormous stores when every neighborhood could instead have its own little Primrose Books replete with carefully chosen titles.”
While I took Eleanor on her first virtual visit to Primrose Hill through e-mail, mine own first visit had taken place years ago, when most reading still involved books and not computer screens. At age 10 I knew it as the place from which Pongo, Missis Pongo, and their 15 puppies disappeared—and to which they returned with 84 more. At that age I don’t think I considered whether Dodie Smith had set her story in real place or not.
But on that July afternoon, I found a little high street that, true to its name, overlooks Regent’s Park from a modest rise. It was exactly the sort of a place where mother or father might stroll, pushing a pram with one hand and restraining a full-of-beans firehouse dog with the other.
In the middle of this happy scene sits the blue and white face of Primrose Hill Books.
Orderly without being stuffy, and small without being cramped, Primrose Hill Books strikes an expert balance between endearing and twee, erudite and snobbish. For me, it confirmed London as a place of understatement and refinement. And, as I told Eleanor, its restraint—by not trying to be all things to all customers—reminded me that a small selection, chosen by people who care, surpasses any arrangement in which mere commercial pwroducts, printed and bound so they look like books, are allowed to overwhelm works of art and genius.
I cannot recall whether I saw The One Hundred and One Dalmatians among its titles. But I’m sure it was there somewhere, waiting for a nice family to come by and add it to their collection.
134 Regent’s Park Rd.
London NW 18XL
Tel: 020 7586 2022
It’s easy to feel literary wandering around Bloomsbury, this is the area rooted in Virginia Woolf, E.M. Forster and their literary group actually named Bloomsbury. If that isn’t enough, the British Museum and the University of London anchor the intellectual life. Little bookstores pop up in unexpected places (see previous reviews London Review Bookshop and Bookmarks), two caught my attention: Gosh! and Oxfam Bloomsbury Bookshop.
I’m not a comic book reader and don’t think I’ll ever evolve into a fan of graphic novels, but I know a good niche bookstore when I see one. Gosh! was packed with people of all ages pouring over everything from mangas to graphic novels to collectible comic books. The store opens into a room dedicated to current graphic novels, I was tempted by the classics in graphic novel form, but then wondered if reading one would be akin to reading the classics in the ‘young readers’ version, essentially killing the story. Gosh! then meanders back into multi-story smaller rooms. The collectible section was impressive, well organized and easy for find all those ancient Peanuts and Batman comic books. If you love graphic novels, manga or comic books, this is your mecca. My favorite aspect was the sign out front, simply the Batman insigna. After seeing hundreds of old pub signs with illustrations from the days when people couldn’t read, I enjoyed this updated version.
Oxfam Bloomsbury Bookshop
All over England I noticed charity stores, in one city in Wales I counted three charity stores on one block. However, I never saw huge block buildings dedicated to public storage. I wonder if the two observations are linked. In Bloomsbury, Oxfam opened a version of charity store, but dedicated solely to books. Personally, I’ve only visited one such store in the US, Housing Works in NYC which gives all of its proceeds to AIDS work. I would love to find more, not just sections of Goodwill for bookshelves, but entire used bookstores for charity. Anyway, off my soap box, the Oxfam store had a wonderful selection of books. My favorite was a section dedicated to the commuter, books or literary magazines that could be read in sections during a single commute. There was a whole shelf dedicated to used Granta magazines at a fraction of the cost. In addition to books the store offers notes/stationary/writing supplies produced by Oxfam. What better way to buy a used book than to support a charity that fights poverty and injustice?
39 Great Russell St.
London WC1B 3NZ
T: 020-7636-1011
12 Bloomsbury St.
London WC1B 3QA
T: 0207-637-4610
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I kissed my family goodbye and sent them around the corner to the British Museum armed with a scavenger hunt to keep them busy and slipped in to the London Review Bookshop. It was blissfully quiet. Attached was a cake shop (rather than coffee, a reminder I was in England) where all I heard was the occasional rattle of a spoon. I started the day at Westminster Abbey with hordes of people walking over the graves of unknown famous people; the din was headache inducing. Next stop was Top Shop with my daughter. After two hours of shopping with scads of people and booming music, I met my husband at the entrance and practically burst into tears. I felt the silence of the bookshop envelope me and start to restore my equilibrium.
Here’s the thing I discovered about English bookstores, they are as silent as libraries. The booksellers don’t chat you up. They’re friendly and ready to help when asked, but they won’t find you in the aisle and start a conversation. The patrons also don’t talk to each other, even the ones who know each other. One evening on ‘the telly’ we watched a comedy show and the skit was about making noise in a bookstore. The audience was laughing, but we didn’t get the joke. In the States, the primary purpose of an independent bookstore is to match the perfect book with every customer, most of which is accomplished via conversation. While I assume the British booksellers have the same goal, it doesn’t seem to be achieved through conversation.
As the name indicates, the bookstore is the retail outlet for the London Review of Books. Of course all of the books reviewed are available, along with additional books recommended by the (silent) bookseller, plus many more. I love this store. The literary fiction is fairly high brow. The most noticeable American presence was a large selection of books published by NYTRB. It was a little disconcerting to walk into the fiction section and find so many unfamiliar books. I asked the bookseller if there was a British novel that he felt flew under the American radar. He immediately walked over to Remainder by Tom McCarthy. Reading the synopsis on the back cover, about a man who lost his memory and uses a large settlement to recreate snatches of visions, intrigued me. I bought it but decided not to read it on the plane. It feels like a book that has an edge, maybe a bit of a creep factor, and I have enough flying issues.
The selection of non-fiction was outstanding. I keep hearing that non-fiction sells better than fiction. While not disputing that fact, the set up of many bookstores seems to emphasize fiction. Not so at London Review Bookshop. Here the numerous shelves of current affairs, history and political book shelves are upfront, the first one a visitor encounters. Upstairs, the space dedicated to plays, poetry, literary criticism, and essays far outstrips most stores I’ve visited. I recommend clicking over to the website to peruse the various topics. Even better, check out the Reading Guides on a variety of topics, one is even entitled Quiet, Please!
14 Bury Place
London, WC1A 2JL
Tel: 020 7269 9030
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