A bookstore owner and sometime writer muses on buying books from and selling them to a colorful cast of readers.
As he recounts, Bythell fell into used and antiquarian bookselling in Wigtown, Scotland, as a 30-year-old ex–law student. Like his two previous books, Diary of a Bookseller and Confessions of a Bookseller, this narrative—the third in an unofficial series derived from Bythell’s journals—contains a host of droll stories taken from a year of his professional life. The author’s days follow predictable patterns revolving around behind-the-counter sales to at times unusual patrons, order fulfillment for the Random Book Club, or acquisition hunts for tomes by obscure writers or on arcane—but surprisingly bestselling—topics like Freemasonry and heraldry. As in his other books, Bythell rails against online retail sites like Amazon, which are governed by sometimes faulty algorithms that have occasionally suspended his accounts without apparent rhyme or reason. The author’s understated wit is at its best in his observations of the many quirky people who find their way into The Bookshop, Scotland’s largest secondhand bookstore. Some are new to Bythell’s world—e.g., Petra, an Austrian woman who held weekly belly-dancing classes just above the store. Others are returning characters from the author’s previous books, including “Sandy the tattooed pagan,” who “rarely leaves empty-handed,” Granny, the Italian-born bookshop clerk with a fondness for greeting Bythell with the middle finger; and Captain, the author’s scheming, dog-taunting cat. For all the charm inherent in the anecdotes that comprise this book, however, the overall narrative lacks some of the threads that held together his earlier books, such as his relationship with the free-wheeling American Anna. When she does appear, Bythell speaks of her with curious detachment, barely referencing their involvement or its aftermath. This is a minor flaw, however, and the author’s thoughtful eccentricity makes for entertaining reading.
A refreshingly human narrative.