Stacey’s, my favorite bookstore for years, is closing. In January, they announced the end was near and they’ve had signs up stating they would shut down in “mid March” (so bookish to have a vague description rather than a hard date.) I’ve watched the shelves empty as stock is not replaced, but I hadn’t been in there for a couple of weeks and it was startling to see today that the whole place is more than half-empty.
I know, I know, bookstores everywhere are a dying breed. But Stacey’s (less than a block form my office! Dammit!) was the best you could ask for in a book seller. They had the best stock, were spotlessly clean, and most of the people there were always pleasant. Their emphasis was always books, and not books some marketing flack was peddling as a tie-in to some upcoming movie. Books that were reliably interesting. I’d stop in a couple of times a month and never left without finding something. How often can you say that about some other store?
So, come “mid March” the world will be slightly dimmer. It’s not the end of the world, I understand, but, oh my, it hurts.