By Araceli Cruz
By Tessa Stuart
By Anna Merlan
By Keegan Hamilton
By Albert Samaha
By Village Voice staff
By Tessa Stuart
By Albert Samaha
The one way of tolerating existence is to lose oneself in literature as in a perpetual orgy. Flaubert (on business card of Books & Co., closed 1997)
Who will teach me what I must shun? Or must I go where the impulse drives? Goethe (on bookmark from Barnard Bookforum, closed 1995)
I. Bookmarks are sadder than books. In a perfect world they proceed cleanly from cover to cover, but for the bibliomaniac, they indicate stasiswork unfinished, joy untasted, every row of books a little cemetery. About a month ago, with an eye to some sort of classification, I removed a few shelves' worth of specimens. These divided evenly into the stopgap (business cards, bus transfers) and the authorizedthose slipped into the bag by bookstore clerks. Some bore inscrutable notations; the foxed one from Bookmasters, which stood, before my time, on Third between 59th and 60th, cleverly doubled as an ordering form.
Wedged after page 72 of Nathalie Sarraute's Childhoodwas a receipt from Coliseum Books, Broadway at 57th, where I had purchased it. I can pinpoint the transaction to the minute: September 24, 1993, 9:45 p.m. Now that Coliseum is set to close on January 25, the date seems significantjust after Barnes & Noble opened its superstore on Broadway at 82nd, two years before B&N's five-level extravaganza materialized at 66th. According to Ron Kolm, Coliseum's night manager and a 30-year bookstore veteran, the first tapered Coliseum's growth; the second hurt it considerably. (Online vendors also took a chunk.) Co-owner George Leibson, who opened Coliseum in July 1974, says, "The last seven years have been tough. It's been a downward spiral. . . . It looks like the end of the lease will be the end of the store."
Leibson hopes to find another location in the neighborhood, though the chances of reopening there in anything like its present 12,000-square-foot glory seem slim. Its current building was acquired in 2000 by real estate developers the Moinian Group for $130 million; Publishers Weeklyreported that a new lease would have nearly doubled the rent, with Moinian asking for up to $300 a square foot on the ground floor, $75 for the basement.
Though Newsweek occupies about a third of the 26-story building, the malling of Manhattan is everywhere to behold. Across 57th are a Gap and a Hold Everything; Duane Reade is catercorner. In truth, Coliseum itself was not exactly inviting, at least at first blushit had a slight supermarket atmosphere, with its drab linoleum floors and rows of metal racks bulging with mass-market paper. But it had its pleasuresa thorough, serious fiction selection, the delightful miscellany bookcases, that downstairs table heaped formidably with those meticulously printed, slightly unreadable Black Sparrow titles.
It doesn't take a detective to explain the closing, but a fictional one might do in a pinch: Mystery novelist Lawrence Block's most enduring character, ex-cop and recovering alcoholic Matthew Scudder, lives on West 57th. Block doesn't see the chains as villains; in some ways, New York was "chronically underserved" by independents, some of which had the sort of snooty attitude that was "enough to make a person give up print." But he praises Coliseum as an eccentric, precious asset to the city"and personally, they sell a hell of a lot of my books."
Described by employees as a "blue-collar kind of guy," with an admirable practice (by no means common in the trade) of employing workers of diverse backgrounds, owner Leibson is succinct about his store's appeal. "It's never been a Rizzoli kind of store," he says. "It's a Coliseum kind of store."
Not that the jewel-box Rizzoli Soho weathered the climbing Manhattan real estate market any better. Last June, the 18-year-old store closed, in the face of doubling rentor is that quadrupling? According to John Brancati, vice president and general manager of Rizzoli Bookstores, "We said [to the landlord], 'we'll give you half the space back'figuring we'd get a lower price on the lease, run a tighter ship. They said, 'OK.' It was the reduced space that was more than twice the previous price." Brancati, who has been with Rizzoli since 1970, says that "the real problem is that most people don't need books. And they don't want to spend a lot of money for them."
Whatever the factorsrent spikes, chain domination, reading-allergic citizenry, publishers' high price tagsit was hard for a bookstore lover not to notice all the closings in 2001. A Different Light, the trailblazing gay independent, ended its 17-year New York operations in March; owner Bill Barker estimates that the rent was three and a half times what ADL's California stores pay. The same month saw the shuttering of Posman Books' University Place location. The anarchist Blackout Books and Info-Shop on Avenue B fell to a $375-a-month rent increase in August 2000. Most wounding to me was the loss, in November 2000, of the subterranean Bryn Mawr Book Shop on East 79th and York, where I'd snapped up, for peanuts, everything from Maeterlinck's The Life of the Bee (1901, with cover damage suggesting use as an omelette pan) to James Thackara's The Book of Kings (2000, pristine).
In the words of professor, eminent science fictioneer, and Times Square anatomist Samuel R. Delany, "The world changes, and as fine old institutions give up the ghost, it's easy to grow nostalgic; still, we seem to have lost more than our share of fine independent bookstores in this city in the past decade." With the demise in the '90s of such mainstays as the flagship Shakespeare & Co. and Endicott, Delany says, "Coliseum had become more importantthe independents provide a level of fine-tuned service that is simply beyond what Barnes & Noble can even approach." A Coliseum-goer since its opening week in '74, Delany says, "It takes a lot of fine reading memories with it."