
A local mini-chain, it's certainly better than a Starbucks. (And with much better coffee.) But it's not that great bookshop, which should still be here, enriching the lives of East Villagers as it did for decades.
I still miss it. Every day.
a.k.a. The Book of Lamentations:
a bitterly nostalgic look at a city in the process of going extinct
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I was a frequent visitor to the St. Marks Bookshop at each of its first three locations, and an occasional visitor to their fourth and final location. They were: 13 St. Marks Place, on the north side of the street; 12 St. Marks Place, on the south side of the street, (opposite their former location); at its Stuyvesant Street location in the NYU dorm building; and at its final resting place on E. 3rd Street. It was a glorious place to visit in each of its first three locations; the few times I visited them on E. 3rd, I was struck by its lack of inventory. It was a ghost of its former self and I thought it probably would not survive long.
The many bookstores that have shuttered since I've lived in NYC (arrived May 16, 1981) is dismaying, especially as I know their former ubiquity will never be regained. Heck, at this point, I'm even bummed when a Barnes and Noble closes!
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