My previous blog told of an all-poetry bookstore opening in Boulder, Co. The article said there were only three others in the USA. However, my manuscript entitled HE LIVES IN THE CITY/HE DRIVES TO THE COUNTRY somehow escaped consideration (go figure).
In CITY/COUNTRY my central character is the manager of a block-sized mercantile center facing The Commons in Boston. He has altered the main concourse to attract as many of the buying public as possible. One of his additions was a proposal by a convincing entrepreneur to have a . . . poetry bookstore.
The following is a description from the manuscript.
(from HE LIVES IN THE CITY/HE DRIVES TO THE COUNTRY )
Blaine started toward the various Boutiques. They
sold different commodities such as Books (every item, non-
fiction or fiction, dealt with Boston); Flowers (all live,
none cut); Tobacco (cigars only, ranging from $10 to $130
each); Liquor (wine and spirits only, European wine a
speciality); and Chocolate (champagne filled truffles never
out of stock). At the end of this "Way of Delights", which
fronted Tremont Street itself, was PAMELA'S POETRY AND
BEYOND, a unique store even among such esoteric fare.
PAMELA'S POETRY AND BEYOND sold nothing but books of
poetry, and road maps. Her proposal to Blaine, as he was
choosing these individualized retail outlets, was concise
and insightful. People who read poetry might be a small
market, but they were a solid market. And people who read
poetry liked to travel. They might not actually travel
much, but they liked the thought of travel. She arranged
her books of poetry geographically, and had maps relating
to the author, or the book, in the same space. Detailed
signs in large print (since many poetry readers were
older), listed poets alphabetically, and where to find
them. She also had bi-monthly poetry readings (Blaine had
noted sales in the other boutiques spiked after these
readings). This week a Maritime poet from Canada was
reading about a farm woman called Ida Mae. A quote on the
announcement said: "If you haven't been to Boston, you
haven't lived a life." It claimed to be an old Nova Scotia