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One for the Book.

I thought about wearing a bow tie. Partly as a tribute and partly to acknowledge that booksellers can also be characters. I didn’t think about the bow tie for too long.

That fashion statement belonged to Mr. Meyer.

He had a shop over on Peoria, near 31st Street. Some of you won’t remember him at all, but those who ran across Lewis Meyer, Bookseller would not soon forget him. He was a fixture in the regional book world and enjoyed a national reputation in publishing circles. I heard him described as a book salesman in those terms usually reserved for those selling ice to Eskimos.

He was a smart man – had a law degree but kept at that practice for only five years or so before giving it up. He was a deejay for an hour every day on KAKC radio, long enough to plug books for a downtown Tulsa department store. He got such a following that he began hosting a weekly review at Brown-Dunkin’s, in an area that could seat over four-hundred.

They filled the place to hear his book act.

I remember him from Channel Six. Not that I regularly got up that early on a Sunday morning to watch “Lewis Meyer’s Book Shelf,” but I sometimes caught the late-night edition. It’s hard to imagine these days – a fellow on television talking about nothing but books. It was a different era.

Actually, his program spanned an era or two. He was on KOTV weekly for more than thirty years.

He was a character, complete with the suit and bow tie.

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I’ve had people remember him while visiting our shop, recalling how he could get so worked up over a book that you’d walk out of his store owning a copy – whether you had intended to buy it or not. In a Tulsa World profile from 1986 (back when book shops could be found in greater number around Tulsa), a competitor mused that Meyer could rely on his wide circle of friends and acquaintances to regularly buy new titles. Meyer admitted that he sent out some 2,000 “love letters” a month filled with book-buying suggestions for his customers.

In addition to his shop and his review programs, Lewis Meyer also found time to write. In fact, it was a copy of his first effort that brings him to mind. “Preposterous Papa” was his first published work, a remembrance of his father, Max Meyer. A copy came into the shop yesterday, signed by both Mr. Meyer and his “preposterous” papa, Max. A folded picture of the smiling bookseller had been stashed inside the back cover.

When the book was released in 1959, Lewis Meyer had enough notoriety that Sapulpa (Meyer’s home town) declared a Preposterous Papa day, with an airplane fly-over, an honorary dinner, and a live book review (of his own book) by Mr. Meyer himself – to be held at the Episcopal Church of the Good Shepherd, where the auditorium offered a greater seating capacity than any other Sapulpa location.

A sharp businessman, no doubt – but that was a different time. Maybe he could have held on where others could not. He was confident thirty years ago.

“I’ve never been concerned about competition,” he said. “If you ever start a bookstore, pray for chain-store competition – all of it you can get. They don’t know books. People get so angry at them then buy from someone who does.”

Maybe Lewis Meyer would have an answer for Amazon and the internet. Maybe he could negotiate through the Kindles, iPads, and Nooks and still stock all those expensive brand-new books. Maybe his publisher’s deal would continue to allow him to return unsold copies, where so many other stores have lost that capability.

Maybe those 2,000 “love letters” might be the difference, although – the $1000 monthly postage creates its own overhead to be offset by copies sold at a reduced margin. Even among his regulars would likely be customers questioning his full-cover price versus the Amazon amount.

But he was King of the Book-hill in his day.

“The more you read, the taller you’ll grow,” said Mr. Meyer in his smiling signoff.

Except I read a lot. A lot. And I never got much past five-ten.

I’m going to put on my Bistro-jacket and serve up some lunches, right after I put the bow-tie back in the drawer.

Come visit!

McHuston

Booksellers & Irish Bistro
Rose District
122 South Main St. Broken Arrow OK!

Out with Old! In with New!

Happy New Year!

We’re shuffling 2015 off to the history books and welcoming in a brand-new year, free of dents, door dings, scuffs, tangles, and creases.

No “places” on it yet.

That’s a line from the thrift shop and yard sale lexicon.

Buyer holding up a bric-a-brac vase: How much for this? It has a place on it.

Yard Sale vendor: A place? Where?

Buyer: Right here. Little spot there.

Vendor: Well, I had it marked a dollar. But I’ll knock off a quarter for the place.

Buyer: Oh. I just noticed – there are a couple more places on the bottom here. And another one here.

Vendor: Hmmm. Well, then. Just go ahead and take it. I guess we’re even.

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Plenty of newly-arrived books being sorted out to start the year in the bookshop. Including a couple with “places” and a couple that are interesting, but have been shuffled off to the “useless reference book” section.

Not a lot of calls for “Maidcraft” these days. The opening paragraph might help you understand why:


A cross section of bridge table conversation is enough to convince anyone that Maidcraft is one of the chief interests of the average woman. “Does your maid serve properly? – “My maid can’t seem to systemize her work.” – “Yes, my maid can cook, but she never gets anything on the table hot.” – “What my maid needs is a schedule for cleaning.” And then there’s always the woman who couldn’t play bridge because she was breaking in a new maid.

Like I said – not much demand for a book like this one. Maybe I can set it over on the shelf with the telegraph operator’s handbook.

And as we send 2015 off to the calendar afterlife, maybe an entry from the just-arrived book of “Comic Epitaphs from the Very Best Old Graveyards” is appropriate. This – from the tombstone of Mary Weary, Housewife:

DERE FRIENDS I AM GOING
WHERE WASHING AIN’T DONE
OR COOKING OR SEWING:
DON’T MOURN FOR ME NOW
OR WEEP FOR ME NEVER:
FOR I GO TO DO NOTHING
FOREVER AND EVER.

Hope there’s plenty of something going on for you and yours in the New Year!

Come visit!

McHuston

Booksellers & Irish Bistro
Rose District
122 South Main St. Broken Arrow, OK!

Today I’m a Boxer.

Technically, an Un-Boxer – since someone else did all the boxing. I’m overrun with boxes today.

Boxes full of books.

Collections and remnants from estates come around every so often. Sometimes the previous owner isn’t known. Sometimes the assortment is advertised as having come from a particular person. There was that trailer-load of oversized art books that came from the estate of a regional artist with a national reputation.

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Those are the times that cause major shifts in the shelf arrangement.

I had a bit of curiosity about the books that came into the shop today, mostly because of the sheer number of boxes. I could tell from the way they were packed that they had been in storage for awhile. Intuition on my part – along with the fact that the fellow delivering them told me they were cleaning out a storage unit.

I’m still opening boxes. As usual, there are occasional inserts – items like recipes, ticket stubs, receipts, and scraps of paper. Never any money, of course. I’ve yet to find even a single dollar bill used as a bookmarker. In this lot, I’ve already come across several small pieces of stationary that had been inserted into books that were given as gifts. Most have been informal, with no last names, but there was enough to inspire the detective in me.

It appears the library originated on the east coast, since some of the books are of interest to that region. As usual, there is no answer to the question: How did these end up in Broken Arrow, Oklahoma?

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As is the case with many who enjoy books, there is an assortment of subjects. Travel books. Architecture. Art. Mostly non-fiction.

I have more unpacking to do, but I’m continually surprised at the variety things that have been published. Take for example an oversized volume published in London in 1924: A History of French Etching – From the Sixteenth Century to the Present Day. A big book, as you might imagine. 106 reproductions in photogravure. (A printing process using a copper plate that produced high quality images. I Googled it.)

It’s a pretty impressive book with some interesting examples of art, but I’m trying to imagine the author or his agent pitching it to the publisher. Must have been a great salesman – or maybe the French Etching craze has just died down since 1924. It’s hard for me to imagine many copies being sold outside academic circles.

But that’s okay.

It’s a nice big book, now reasonably priced.

And I only need to sell a single copy.

Be careful out there, now that our winter has finally arrived – but don’t let it keep you away.

Come visit!

McHuston

Booksellers & Irish Bistro
Rose District
122 South Main St. Broken Arrow, OK!

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