Thursday, August 2, 2012
London Review Bookshop
So, anyway, with my bookstore fascination, when I was in London, I had to stop into their bookshop. It was pleasing, and modest. A mix of show-offy intellectuals, confused tourists, and quiet bookish people irked that anyone else is in the shop. They have a cafe, which seemed nice, but the show-offs and the confused tourists were so busy ordering complicated things there that it didn't seem possible to actually order something. The basement is where the cool books were... esoteric philosophy and politics, etc.
As mentioned previously, I picked up a copy of Remains of Elmet.
I took the picture you see here, cuz I was too shy and bookish to ask a stranger to take a picture of me standing outside.