18 Bookshops
By Anne Scott
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Anne and Ian Scott set up Auberge du Chocolat in 2005 and have rapidly established a significant presence in the premium chocolate community with their prize-winning chocolates and bars. Their workshops, parties and corporate events are designed to be fun. In October this year, they introduced a new Signature chocolate range designed by their 18-year-old son Jonathan (who is the youngest winner of an Academy of Chocolate award). The company is committed to sourcing products in a sustainable and ethical way.
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5What makes a good bookshop? Well having books is a good start. To be serious though, a well-curated selection of different genres that are drawn from mainstream and back catalogues and staff that are readers and know and love books. But what makes a good bookshop a great bookshop? That requires a little something extra, be it the selection of books, the bookseller or just the location of the shop.
From her first bookshelf that was originally an orange box and the happy memories of going with her brother to the bookshop each Saturday where he bought a Penguin paperback, Anne Scott has always had a thing about bookshops. In this beautifully produced volume, she has picked 18 of her favourite bookshops that she has developed a relationship with over her years.
They are mostly based in the around the UK, though one American one and another Irish one have snuck in, each has been chosen for a variety of reasons. Some because they were the places she discovered poets that other bookshops never even considered stocking, others have that quiet calm as if they were cathedrals to the written word. There are bookshops where the books were placed on easels, with pages opened out to show the art within and a London bookshop that sells children’s books, has ivy curling around the door and a secret garden within.
Sometimes, as here, a Bookshop may be defined forever in a life by a single found book.
I must be honest and say that I had only come across one of these bookshops, the rest were a mystery to me. But what a mystery though, Scott writes about these places in a dreamy evocative way, linking back to memories of discovering books and authors that would play a part in her life. It did make me think though about what bookshops would I include if I was choosing 18 that had made an impression on me as a reader. I really missed having page numbers, but I get why they did it, as each essay about the bookshop is short enough to read in a few minutes. If you have a thing about bookshops then I can recommend this as a book to lose yourself in.
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18 Bookshops - Anne Scott
1. Compendium Bookshop, Camden:
The Spread Sail
In the summer of 1968 in an Edinburgh bookshop I discovered a guidebook by a born Londoner and new spy storywriter, Len Deighton. This was London Dossier, designed for someone who needed to know how to have a week in London on very little money, culturally well and as safely as possible. Me.
I wintered it into my head and in 1969, about the time the Woodstock Festival was tuning up, set off south with my ten-year-old son in a two-berth sleeper from Waverley Station. I booked us into The Mount Pleasant Hotel and we took London into our lives.
Map in hand, he mastered the Tube system and we rode south to the River, circled to the centre for music magazines and records, and one day followed Len Deighton on the Northern Line to Marine Ices in Chalk Farm – I still feel the thrill in the words – and that evening we crossed the road from there to see Nicol Williamson as Hamlet at The Roundhouse.
The Dossier became a second adult in our plans and if it had been written a year later, it would surely have shown us the way to Compendium Books, a new, unique, and never-matched marvel of shelves and titles, opened first in 1968 at 240 Camden High Street, extended in 1972 to include number 281, and then consolidated at 234 where I found it at last in the summer of 1975.
It had been open only some weeks. Work to do with wood was still in progress. The shop smelt of its pine shelves shining white. The books were fat and thin, bright-sleeved, very tempting to touch. I thought I knew books but there were so many strangers here, whole streets of foreign covers and names, philosophers I had never read, Portuguese poets, African novelists. As the Franco dictatorship drew to a close, Miguel Hernandez poetry was here on the shelves and Federico Garcia Lorca’s Blood Wedding, The House of Bernarda Alba: Latin Americans Pablo Neruda, and Jorge Luis Borges whom I knew only as an inspiration to James Kennaway writing novels in Scotland a decade before. The aisles were lined with esoteric books and Ann Shepherd was assembling what was the first big collection of Mind and Spirit books in Britain.
I wish I had been in at the start back in 1968 when Nick Kimberley was building the poetry sections with authors far and far beyond the reach of other bookshops. Now in 1975 he was bringing them here: the New York poets – Frank O’Hara (whom somehow I missed until I found his poems much later in New York), John Ashbery, Charles Olsen: San Francisco editions from the City Lights Bookshop, Lawrence Ferlinghetti, Allen Ginsberg’s Howl, Jack Kerouac’s On the Road, of course, but also his poetry and a copy of Trip-Trap, the book of Haiku he wrote at Thanksgiving in 1959 on another road journey, from San Francisco to Long Island to visit his mother.
Jack Kerouac had, contained in himself, the qualities I found in Compendium. He was unexpected, he could be rhapsodic or hard in his tastes. He revered writing and he was not afraid to run against grains and assumptions. His biographer and friend Ann Charters flew over to speak in Compendium about the Beats and Frank O’Hara. Later, Brian Patten and other Liverpool poets giving readings in the shop, thanked the New York writers for their courage as new released voices. I could find their books nowhere else with such ease.
There was also the sheer knowledge in the shop. The staff members were expert each in a personal field. They could give you a small seminar on your writer and find the book or collection you most needed. Some of their stock, their attitudes, their dreams had been visualised and set out in The Dialectics of Liberation Conference that had been held at The Roundhouse in 1967: their books were not ever to be confined by mainstream traditions or expectations or accepted conformities.
Compendium introduced me to The Colour Purple by Alice Walker, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou, Peter de Vries’s Comfort Me with Apples and Jerome Salinger’s Raise High the Roofbeam, Carpenters, through the enthusiasm of a cheerful American book-woman.
In the seventies and early eighties my brother and then my son moved to London and so my times of being there increased. Work sent me on a long weekend each spring and altogether I fell in love with London. I became a member of the Penn Club in Bedford Place so as to wake each morning above trees in a Bloomsbury square and be near Covent Garden and the outdoor cafes.
A fellow Scot named Mike Hart arrived to work at Compendium in 1982. On my visits across the next decade, he turned my reading to Tom Leonard, James Kelman, Alastair Gray’s Lanark, and a closer understanding of James Kennaway’s novels. These were all Scottish and easily bought at home: but at Compendium Mike would take a book in his hand, turn it over and think, then open it fast at a page, and read from it, so swift and clean and quiet that I heard the words straight from the writer’s mind, the pretences of paper and print exactly gone. A paragraph, a stanza, and he would finish, leave the book open at the place, and go away. It was done in a minute or two, an orchestration of word and voice and time and place. I had never seen such open thinking with the mind playing on the words. What James Boswell caught in Samuel Johnson.
In 1986, I went to America for the first time, to take part in book-events at Ann Arbor and in Kansas City. A friend I made bought me a very American present – a ‘book bag’, my first, with a stars-and-stripes address tag and a long zipper – to carry my American books back to Britain.
Writers were generous with their work: Robert Cormier gave me The Chocolate War and the theosophist John Algeo his work-in-progress on the earliest A Wizard of Oz. I would not, they told me, ‘likely find these in London book houses,’ but by then Compendium had complete ranges of Cormier and reprinted rare copies of Frank Baum.
Of the books I bought there, I still have, in casual count, work by Walt Whitman, Maya Angelou, a dignified Thames and Hudson Henry James and His World, Elizabeth Bishop, Emily Dickinson, and others so assimilated as ‘my books’ that now I can’t see them. I wish Mike Hart had talked to me about Frank O’Hara whose urban life-transforming poetry I found, on a day in Greenwich Village with my son, in 1992. By the time I was buying his poetry widely, and finding his art criticism and the biographies of him, it was 2001 and Compendium Books had just closed: and a year later, Mike Hart died. The old shops in the High Street, the single traders, had vanished too, the ones with Fruiterer, Ironmonger, Baker, Fish, inscribed across the windows.
What stays with me now is not only the books I bought in Compendium but how its being, and its men and women, showed me that bookshops are immeasurably strange and that the mind reading next to mine inhabits a separate earth. What people saw from the street was a glass door always open and wide windows shelved with outfacing books. I remember how hardworking the street was: rough underfoot, busy with purposes, loading, shifting, getting started, getting on. Inside the shop were encounters with hard-working men and women, ready intelligence, habitual discovery.
And help, always help. ‘Do you have?’ I would ask and follow the sure stepping bookman through the sweet-pine shelving. Growing accustomed to this company, to the light in the eyes, I knew the shape and order of this place in my life.
Imago Mundi.
2. Chepman And Myllar, Edinburgh 1507–1510:
Three Years Light
The King was behind it, of course, this whole plan for a Printing Press in Edinburgh, King James IV, Renaissance Prince,