Books are an integral part of my life since I learned to decipher the TV listing in search of "Captain Future" at the age of 4, and books, not TV listings, were my closest friends ever since. In fact, no matter which turn my life has taken, my books have always been a source of inspiration and stability and my first means of escape from this lowly earth.
Since I moved to Dublin I was on a desperate search for decent "used books" stores (like I used to have in my home and university town of Tübingen). I first found "Hodges and Fidges" for new books, which was kind of "okay-ish" but lacked the charm and magic I was longing for.
I would never have thought that an area as rotten as Parnell street would give my digitally wounded soul the fluid it was longing for. Yet I found here, at Chapters, everything I could wish for.
The ground floor is a "normal" bookstore with new books and not a real reason to cross the gates to this realm of paper and literature.
The true jewel is upstairs, where I found a mecca of old books from all categories. I even found a decent choice of used German, French and -behold!- Japanese books (the latter were very, very scarce I admit).
The charms of Chapters used-books section are manyfold. The biggest one for me is the simple fact that I can get lost between all those shelves, the experience is the one I had as a child, when my father would take me to the town library every Saturday (while he was doing the grocery shopping), where I would discover for the first time the joy of losing myself, ending up with random choices of books I often could not digest but opened in front of me a world to discover. No teacher, no official advice guided me, only driven by my guts I digged deeper and deeper into this analog and offline internet of wisdom, trash and fantasy.
I brought all my books with me to Ireland, so I currently don't need to buy books as I have years of reading still waiting for me in my own personal library. But whenever I long for a nostalgic-magical trip into this precious world, Chapters is the place for me - one of the last oasis in life where I don't think of my stupid smartphone any longer and forget that things like e-mail, twitter or even Yelp (sorry) even exist.
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Groundbreaking poem2001-10-14 16:39:35 by tattood_christian
I met Ginsberg once, surreally, while I was reading Howl in a bookstore, weeping. He touched my arm, and I was so confused I couldn't say much. Here's an excerpt:
by Allen Ginsberg
For Carl Solomon
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to thestarry dynamo in the machinery of night,
who poverty and tatters and hollow-eyed and high sat up smoking in the supernatural darkness of cold-water fiats 'doating across the tops of cities contemplating jazz,
who bared their brains to Heaven under the El and saw Mohammedan angels staggering on tenement roofs...
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This afternoon I'm going to an antique bookstore… there's nothing like browsing. The other day I went to one of my favorite shops in L.A., The Iliad, and another called Adventures in Time and Space, and I spent a couple of hours just browsing.
Book (Delacorte Press)