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Two More Bookstores Beloved by Travelers to Close

Hi Mike:

Whenever I walk into a regular bookstore I feel like I’m cheating on my online cronies.

Wheeling my Amazon cart down the corridors under the harsh fluorescents, I give pause, a cold sweat breaking on my brow, and shed a tear, like a Navajo Indian standing upon a nuclear dumping ground. I’m quite surprised what’s in there.

Like a myopic Pepsi-bottle-lensed Burgess Meredith from “The Twilight Zone,” I stack up all the books I’m going to read into the far future, before my contact pops out. I rage against the machine in my own way. I give up. We all work for The Man. I just don’t have time to read all the garden-variety trash on the display tables.

Still, bookstore after bookstore shut their mouths, like a band of cocaine smugglers stuck in Lovecraft’s “Shuttered Room.” Obviously online book-shopping, and that new gizmo that downloads books on a portable Etch-A-Sketch screen, is making modern book publishing an artform akin to antiquing on New Orleans’ Magazine Street.

Without the local “used,” I feel as ignorant and unliterary as a White Devil, shoed in Rockports, stumbling into a dim sum parlor lunch with out-of-town, dumb cluck hayseed acquaintances.

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It’s really sad to note that two bookstores have been closed. Travelers who is fond in reading would be affected most.
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