Amazon opened a brick-and-mortar bookshop and it’s drawn quite a bit of attention lately. An interesting read here tells of how someone let slip that the company planned to open 300-400 more bookshops, but then later retracted their statement. So who knows what Amazon are up to. The company that essentially killed brick-and-mortar bookshops now opening their own is, in the author’s fitting words, ‘too irresistable to not contemplate.’
By the ‘reviews’ of the bookshop quoted in that article (however that works), it seems like a place I would absolutely hate. I went in to a Waterstones once and couldn’t stand more than ten minutes in there. The fluorescent lighting and smell of disinfectant in those chain-stores just screams of their soulless commercialism. Give me an independent little side-alley affair any day. You know the type – the ones heavy with the smell of age, lit by dim yellow bulbs, piles of mismatched books laying askew on the tables, and the grumpy old man who merely grunts in acknowledgement at your presence. (Speaking of which, I think it’s about time I rewatched Black Books again).
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