The Demise of the Second-Hand Bookshop
20th October 2020
In 1973, Graham Greene wrote an introduction to a bookselling friend’s memoir. As Greene was one of the most respected writers of his day, this was no small gesture, but the author was also a committed bibliophile. The book dealer and biographer John Baxter’s memoir A Pound of Paper contains treasurable glimpses of Greene deliberately signing obscure copies of his works in far-off locations, in the certain knowledge that these items would become hugely sought-after rarities, and he remains one of the few serious literary figures who also understood the glamour and romance of the bookselling trade. In his introduction, he openly acknowledged this, writing ‘Secondhand booksellers are the most friendly and most eccentric of all the characters I have known. If I had not been a writer, theirs would have been the profession I would most happily have chosen.’
The author is using ‘demise’ in its slovenly modern usage as a synonym for ‘death’. It actually means ‘convey by death’, as in ‘demise of the crown’. I hate sloppy writers. Hate ’em hate ’em hate ’em.
But the article itself is interesting, though written by a nitwit.