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Extreme Biblioholism

Rod Lott and Joe Rogers share their humorous misadventures in The World’s Most Dangerous Bookstore.

Bill’s Yesterday Books is not the nicely organized, aesthetically pleasing publication warehouse like a Barnes & Noble or even a typical trade store you’re used to visiting. Instead, it’s a whole damn house with no living space whatsoever. Books are literally (and pat yourself on the back, dear reader, if you caught that pun) piled to the ceilings, but not on shelves, with a foot-wide pathway rudely carved through the rubble that one must shimmy through sideways in order to travel. The place is so overflowing with reading material that the path itself is comprised of volumes. It is near impossible to see the walls. And a window? Forget about it.

Yikes! And look at those snapshots! Could my biblioholism be leading me down the same path?

On a similar note, the Solaris Books blog asks “What do you do if you own over 14,000 books?” The answer, obviously, is to build a house around them.

“What holds the house together is a vertical staircase that wraps itself around a tower of books that goes up three floors,” Mr. Tehrani said. (The family lives on the top three floors, while Ms. Bina’s mother, Aghdas Zoka-Bina, and a tenant occupy apartments on the first and ground-floor levels.) The stairway ends just below a skylight. “The tower of books appears to pierce the skylight, though it doesn’t in reality,” Mr. Tehrani said.

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2 Comments on Extreme Biblioholism

  1. Jim Shannon // January 20, 2007 at 9:21 am //

    That warehouse shot

    reminds me of Indiana

    Jones. All those books

    stacked up and all must

    be a challenge to do any


  2. There used to be a used book store in my city that was an old house full of books. The only organizing in it was by basic genre. They did have shelves – piled high. Even stacks of books piled up on the floor. It was a wonderful place.

    It’s now an insurance company or something.

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