Soho is a funny neighborhood. The major streets are known for their shopping options, some upscale like Dean and Delucca but mostly featuring middle-of-the-road shops like Aeropostale and Uniqlo. The stores I planned to visit were all down side streets, however, some cobbled, which can get a little more....diverse. On one sidewalk, for example, I nearly ran into two elderly gentlemen who were beside themselves with surprise and joy at having unexpectedly run into each other. A few minutes later I passed a droopy eyed, swaying man flanked by two EMS workers and a few curious onlookers. "Do you take methadone, sir?" one of the workers was asking. New York is indeed a rich tapestry. Or something.
Mercer Street Books (206 Mercer St.)
Purchased: The Twin by Gerbrand Bakker, Tinkers* by Paul Harding, The Book of Salt by Monique Truong, Vera [Mrs. Vladmir Nabakov] by Stacy Schiff, If Not Now, When? by Primo Levi, and Open City by Teju Cole
Mercer Street Books is a used book store with a hugely varied collection. The owner told me that people often bring in their books to sell to him, but they get 50% more for their books if they opt to receive store credit instead of cash. Most of the volumes were in great shape and were reasonably priced. Hidden in among the regular books were signed copies, which cost more, but in general the prices were extremely reasonable, especially for older books. A few others wandered the aisles, but the sense of solace, that is uncommon in New York, was pleasant and calming.
In addition to its many books, Mercer Street sells records, as well.
For the bargain-hunting browser, I highly recommend Mercer Street. The books I purchased ranged in price from $4 to $8, and even if you don't find exactly what you're looking for, you're guaranteed to enjoy the search anyway and probably end up with something you didn't know you needed. (Or six somethings.)
Housing Works Bookstore Cafe (126 Crosby)
Purchased: The Hare with Amber Eyes by Edmund de Waal, Out of Africa by Isak Dinesen (a pen name for Baroness Karen von Blixen-Finecke) Just Kids by Patti Smith, and In Other Rooms, Other Wonders by Daniyal Mueenuddin
I'd read that the prices were extremely low, but I didn't find this to be true. Perhaps I was spoiled because I'd started at Mercer Street, but I found the average price of a novel, $7 - $12, to be slightly high for a used book. Then again, I guess one can't make much money or maintain such a pleasant space without charging a bit more. There were plenty of cheaper options - the 50-cent and $1 carts in the center of the floor were packed - but I didn't find too many tempting options there. The staff were friendly and chatted freely with regulars, though they were a bit less talkative to me than the owner of Mercer Street had been. I liked the way people camped out at the cafe tables reading, writing, and chatting over coffee. I also approved of the books on the Staff Picks table, which represented a variety of genres and were written up, by hand, in simply worded, enthusiastic reviews. Overall, it's a cozy, welcoming space with a good selection that I'd be happy to hang out in for hours.
McNally Jackson (52 Prince St.)
Purchased: Life After Life by Kate Atkinson, Americanah by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichi
McNally Jackson resides on two floors. The children's section had dedicated shelving for middle grade readers - always a smart move - and a playhouse in its center. I peeked between some shelves to spy a large, boardroom-style table with a group of people in animated discussion, books splayed open in front of them. I don't know what kind of group it was, but I though it was pretty cool that McNally Jackson has a space for meetings of readers and writers. All in all, it's a very pleasant, well-stocked store that is almost certain to have, or to be able to acquire, whatever book one wants. During a time when many independent bookstores are closing their doors, McNally Jackson is doing so well that I read in a recent newspaper article that the owners are opening a new location in Brooklyn soon. It certainly seems to deserve its success.
There are two more stops on my agenda, but I decided to save them for another day. It was raining, my bag was heavy enough, and I had things to do at home. Shopping at independent bookstores is problematic for me because it's easy to excuse myself for buying a lot of things. Every dollar I spend is supporting local merchants, after all, and the struggling publishing houses, too, if I buy new. Staggering out with an armload of books, I tell myself, is the socially responsible thing to do. It's especially easy to lose what little self control I have in used book stores where prices are lower. This tendency likely spells trouble, since my final two stops are both used bookstores. Looks like yet another shelf reorganization to create more space is in my future.
My loot. Bonus: Look carefully at this photo to find a hidden surprise! |