In North American cities the rents are rising quickly and bookstores have a hard time keeping up, even those that are mainstream. London seems to be sufficiently spread out so that this isn't happening...or not at the same rate. This is purely conjecture on my part, based on mere weeks and limited walking, but I have to say the texture, the percentage of retail/residential, pleased me. And clearly these bookstores are able to thrive. Gay's The Word, just around the corner from Skoob, on Marchmount, was busy every time I walked past. Mostly filled with men, as it caters mostly to men.
In fact his little store is a classic queer bookshop: intimate, upbeat, in your face. Purchased this visit: critic and cultural figurista Terry Castle's "sexually charged memoir" The Professor. I'll have to wait a bit to read it, but am very much looking forward. It includes "Desperately Seeking Susan," Castle's brilliant essay on Susan Sontag. Other purchases include and an assortment of excellently evil cards. For example:"Jesus loves everyone ... except you, you little cunt..." Yes, sarcasm is just one more service the Queer community offers. No longer free of charge, but there you have it.
There is a long, long, list of new books out that I must own, and to be honest, I hadn't thought of many of them as "queer" before seeing them in the bookstore: Colm Toibin's Brooklyn, for example, or anything by Ali Smith. Is that a matter of not reading in this context anymore, a matter of simply having one's identity filters on the side, a matter of age, or that the way we in North America are encountering "the bookstore" has and continues to change? Think about the number of gay and/or women's bookstores that have closed down over the past few years. Did we begin to feel there was no longer any need for them?
The long list of books about gay London would not have fit in my suitcase. Fascinating though. A history of queer culture in England. Not enough poetry--there never is enough poetry in gay bookshops is there? I don't know if my friend David Groff's anthology Persistent Voices was there. This is a new anthology of voices lost to Aids. Is there such a thing as a poetry bookstore? As a gay poetry bookstore?
In any case lack of poetry or not I loved, loved, loved this little store. So happy to know it's there, because yes, we need them. Check out this little blurb about a documentary about a gay bookstore in Taiwan. And say thanks to all those long gone and still standing. Here's an old favorite: Vancouver's Little Sister's.