Showing posts with label Barnes amd Noble. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Barnes amd Noble. Show all posts

Monday, August 08, 2011

Thoughts on Bookstores

Last night a friend asked me what would happen to our TCU campus bookstore if Barnes & Noble went under. I looked blank for a minute and then realized she had the two chains mixed up. I assured her it was Border's that was closing, but it occurred to me the reading public doesn' t know much about the situation except that it has meant some great bargains at Border's stores as they clear their shelves. That confusion might be a problem for B&N, but I'm sure they'll counter it with effective publicity.
What Border's bankruptcy means for publishers, agents, and authors is a dramatic difference. I read somewhere that Border's has $1 billion in unpaid bills, which will trickle down. Publishers won't get paid, and they won't pay their authors. Publishers will probably also do some belt-tightening--maybe cut the size of their lists (drastic for authors in a climate where it's already hard to stand out from the crowd of authors waiting to be published). Publishers may also cut print runs, which of course will affect authors. Who knows what wiill happen to book prices? It's not just one company closing; it's a whole climate shift in a publishing world that has already been turned topsy turvy by what one independent bookstore owner called "this perfect storm of bad economy, bad weather, bad management, and changing industry."
The good news may be for the independent bookstores, called "indies" in the book world. In some places, the closing of the local Border's will leave an indie as the only bookstore. Many who study bookselling predict that this major event may signal the comeback of the indies, which have been closing right and left for several years. Shelf Awareness, an online daily column for booksellers, has been chronicling the close of bookstores across the country for some time now, but lately there seems to be a more optimistic note.
In my neighborhood, the one indie bookstore closed perhaps six months ago (we do have two Barnes & Nobles stores nearby, one of them the campus bookstore). The indie used to frustrate me when I was at TCU Press because the owner would buy one copy of a book. "What if you sell it?" I asked. "Then we'll order another." No good pointing out that there would be a gap of days when the book wouldn't be on the shelves. On the other hand, our sales rep called on a small museum store on the North Side where, years ago, the manager would wave a hand and say, "I'll take two dozen of this one and a dozen of that one." Love people like that.
But indie bookstores offer so much. They are the stores where you know the bookseller and he or she knows you, knows what you like to read. They may keep a pot of coffee on for customers, and they're great at hand-selling. When they find a book they like, they may carry it around with them, pointing out its virtues to individual customers. They know their stock and can lead you to a certain section or title without consulting a computer. They'll chat with you about the neighborhood, your children and grandchildren, the weather--whatever. When you're a regular customer, you become family. It's always lovely to be welcomed into a store by name.
Don't get me wrong. I shop at B&N a lot. Their booksellers are uniformly friendly and cooperative, and they obviously have a much larger stock than an indie. And while they're pulling back on the book signings, they still do them on occasion and attract anywhere from one to thirty or more people. I've been to some great programs at B&B stores, They're also generous about the number of books they order for signings, so an author never has to turn disappointed buyers away. (Of course that leads to the returns policy that is the bane of publishers' planning and budgeting.)
I wish continued success for B&N as a chain--its had its difficult moments recently too--and at the sasme time for the Phoenix-like rise of the indie bookstore. If I were young (and fairly well off), I'd open one. As it is, I might like to work part time in a small, intimate store. That's probably all as far-fetched as my dream of owning a small restaurant, but dreams are nice.

Monday, January 18, 2010

Browsing in Barnes & Noble

This morning I had a doctor's appointment, not a bad one, not one to get upset over, but still an office visit is an office visit. So afterward, I treated myself to a long browse in Barnes & Noble where I felt luxurious because I had a nice gift certificate. I looked for authors--those I know from previous books, those whose names I know from Sisters in Crime, one a casual browser had recommended to me the other day. I came away with six cozy mysteries, which should keep me occupied for a long time. Oh, yes, I looked at other sections--new in paperback, etc. Did a "shelf check" to see what TCU Press titles were face out, and glanced at the "Staff Picks." But right  now--maybe it's because it's January and things are slow--I'm in the mood to be buried in a good cozy.
I'm reading Tough Cookie by Sue Mott Davidson, one of a series featuring Goldy Schulz, a caterer in a Colorado mountain town. Having just been to Colorado, I can related to passages about high piles of snow and temperatures of 4 degrees but thankfully not to the accident where she is run off the road. I emailed Colin to ask if we had crossed the Continental Divide and gone through the Eisenhower Tunnel, but he wasn't sure. Davidson's books all come with recipes, and I've flagged three I want to try: Chocolate Coma Cookies, a roast pork tenderloin, and Chesapeake Crab Cakes with Sauce Gribiche, which seems to have a bit of everything in it from lemon to tarragon to mayonnaise. I'll photocopy them. My friend Fred says he and his wife, Patt, have fixed some of Davidson's recipes and enjoyed them greatly.
And I'm beginning to think about the new series I want to try--got to do character profiles, but when I napped this afternoon I know they were in my subconscious.
Wish I could figure how to attach an e-mail cartoon to a blog post, but I can't. I'm sure this will lose in the telling, but a friend sent me a Maxine cartoon in which she said she told her kids she didn't want to live in a vegetative state, hooked up to a machine and dependant on liquid from a bottle. So her kids unplugged her computer and threw out her wine. What she said about them is unprintable! Another friend told me tonight his mother-in-law said she didn't want to have anything to do with hospice care because she'd never known anyone who had a good outcome. Ghoulish humor but pretty funny.

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Animals--and a lazy day in which I try to come to grips with retirement

When I walked into my brother's house Thursday, his dogs barked at me as though I am public enemy number one--it's pretty awe-inspiring to have two large German shepherds and a small but feisty mixed breed--I think she's part blue heeler--barking at you. The little dog and one shepherd got over it, but the larger one, called Puppy, didn't until I was almost ready to leave. He barked every time I got up from a chair, came into a room, etc. And then Saturday, to everyone's dismay, one of the two shepherds--who can tell which?--lifted his leg in the house, something I was told they never do. "I don't know what's wrong with these dogs," John complained. Well, I came home to a similar situation--my dog and cat have been punishing me for leaving them for two days. Wynona the cat simply won't eat, although he's done a bit better today. Yesterday I brought Scooby in when I got home, as I usually do on hot afternoons. He napped on his bed next to mine, but when I got up, he didn't. I kept asking him if he was ready to go out and was answered when he slinked further down into his bed. By eight, I told him he had to go out, eat and poop before he came in for the night. Got a leash and pulled him outside, whereon he promptly dumped over his dish, spilling all the food, and did not eat (so that was his breakfast this morning!) I brought him in about nine and kept him in my office with me. I often leave him in the office alone, because it's a place of refuge for hm. Well, last night, with me sitting right there, he pooped all over! I thought he had bad gas until I got up and stepped in it! I yelled, he cringed, and it was awful. Today he's kept to his routine, went out when asked at five, just came back in at eight. Maybe we're getting back to normal.
Lazy day--I went to Central Market and Barnes & Noble and otherwise stayed home doing I don't know what! Read and answered emails, read a book, napped and let the day drift away. Now I have a pot full of work to be done--that cookbook to edit, an article for the history of the Texas College of Osteopathic Medicine, some guest blogs to write, the Google Book Settlement to keep working on. Did I do any of it today? Not a bit.
I did draft a column about Elmer Kelton for the Dallas Morning News, and I'll polish it tonight and get it off. Tomorrow, the cookbook--of course, I have to ride my bike and will probably do it in the morning since I'm going to lunch with Jean and supper with Jordan, Christian and Jacob. Retirement sure is a hard life.