That they pretend to know me irritates. I write here of Alibris, the self-described "premier online marketplace for independent sellers of new and used books". For four years now they've pestered, prodded, poked and pushed, peppering my inbox with books they
know I'll want. "We've lovingly hand-selected the following recommendations
just for you", I'm told (emphasis theirs).
Here's one of their most recent picks:
Here's another that was chosen with me in mind:
Alibris add insult, describing this classic as a book I thought I'd never find:
And finally, there's this "book", which is actually a DVD:
Now, to be fair, the folks at Alibris have very little to go on. Our only contact took place back in 2008 when I purchased
The Authentic Confessions of Harriet Marwood, an English Governess through their site. Faux-Victorian erotica penned by Montreal poet John Glassco, it says a great deal about Alibris that not a single Canadian title has figured in their four years of lovingly hand-selected recommendations. No poetry or porn, either.
Photo by Mary Elam
All this brings me to the Word Bookstore in Montreal, which launched
its own website just last week. I've been a patron for nearly thirty years, first darkening the doorway as a fresh-faced university student.
These are just four of the many books owner Adrian King-Edwards has put in my hands over the years:
Memoirs of Montparnasse
John Glassco
Toronto: Oxford University Press, 1970
Inscribed and annotated by the author. Ex-libris Frank and Marian Scott.
Œuvres Illustrées de Balzac, volume 3
Honoré de Balzac
Paris: Michel Lévy Frères, 1867
Ex-libris John Glassco
The Beautiful and Damned
F. Scott Fitzgerald
London: Grey Walls, 1950
The Watching Cat
Pamela Fry
London: Davies, 1960
Inscribed by the author.
Every one purchased. The only times I've ever passed on a recommendation – a rare event – was when I already owned a copy of the book in question.
The good souls at the Word know me; they don't insult, they don't waste my time... and they're very generous with bookmarks.