Books connect us with other, but that connection is created in solitude, one reader in one chair hearing one writer, what John Irving refers to as one genius speaking to another. It’s simple to order books on-line […]. But 90 percent of us who buy books still get out of the house and go to the bookstore, to be among the books, yes, but also among other book buyers, the like-minded, even if we might never say a word to them. Elias Canetti has described cafés as places to go to be “alone among others” and I’ve always felt this was true of the bookstore, too. It’s a lovely combination, this solitude and gathering, almost as if the bookstore were the antidote for what it sold.
Numele lui Lewis Buzbee poate sǎ nu ne spunǎ nimic. Dar ceea ce reuşeşte el sǎ facǎ în The Yellow-Lighted Bookshop este un frumos elogiu adus cǎrţii, vorbind pe limba tuturor iubitorilor de lecturǎ de pretutindeni.