onsdag, august 10, 2005
Pilgrimage to Powell's
I spent the last long weekend with friends in Portland, Oregon, sort of a mini-vacation within my vacation. And as anyone who knows, knows, going to Portland is really all about going to Powell's City of Books. For anyone who doesn't know, Powell's is the bookstore that takes up a full city block (I'm talking now only of the main location on Burnside, not the other stores, or the cooking and gardening Powell's, or the small outlets at PDX). I have spent many an hour on many a trip to see my Oregonian-dwelling connections, just wandering from department to department (well, room to room, but each room being larger than many bookstores I've been to.)
Interestingly, I've found that I can no longer bring myself to buy anything at Powell's (or at any other bookstore for that matter), and can't quite figure out why. I keep thinking that the selection isn't what it used to be, but it could also be that I am now searching in different, more specialized areas than I used to. Or it's just a combination of moving too many times, and weeding out masses of books each time, and more efficient use of my local library. But, in any case, let my minimalist stinginess affect you not, and viva Powell's!