Rags Of Time Book Store

I found a used-book store up the street from where I work, tempting me to buy books faster than I can read them. It’s called Rags Of Time. The owner was still unpacking boxes, stacking shelves as I browsed the rickety, pine shelves. It appeared he charged a minimum of $3.50 for paperbacks no matter what its retail price was, and 50% off those over $7.00. That seems to be the standard now-a-days.

Last weekend I learned that Amy’s Used Books is going out of business. They’re based in Amherst, Nova Scotia, and they have the most cluttered store I’ve ever been in. I won’t let my daughter go down their aisles for fear of a 5 foot pile of books tipping down on her. Amy’s Books charged collectors’ value, so he’d charge $7-8 for a $10 retail book. I didn’t buy from his store often, but he did have a wide, eclectic selection, although it was frustrating to navigate the aisles and stacks of books. The owner has discounted his prices by 50% since he’s going out of business.

At Rags Of Time today I bought:

  • What’s Not To Love?: the Adventures of a Mildly Perverted Young Writer, by Jonathan Ames. I liked the portions I read in the store, including this from the Prologue:

    If you are standing in a bookstore glancing at this, I’m sorry that the first thing you have to come across is an introduction — a writer’s equivalent of a throat-clearing, and not a very good selling point.

  • Five-minute Mysteries, by Ken Weber. I heard an interview with the author on CBC radio, where he explained how he came up with the idea for writing five-minute mysteries: he made them up to keep his students interested in class.
  • Mcsweeney’s Mammoth Treasury of Thrilling Tales, edited by Michael Chabon. This is a collection of stories from authors like Harlan Ellison, Elmore Leonard, Nick Hornby, and more (or “and more!”, as the book’s cover states).