I love books. I really love books. Take away my house, take away my clothes, take
away my car, but don't take away my books. I can live without the radio, God knows I
can live without TV, but I can't live without books. There's nothing in this world
like holding a book in your hands, opening it up, and flipping through the pages.
Being such an avid book lover (for those of you who don't catch on
quickly), I'm
constantly looking for new avenues in which to purchase books. Of course, there are
bookstores, book clubs and online services such as Amazon.com (which I placed my
first order with this past December). A friend of mine recently introduced me to two
online used bookstores: Powells.com and Bibliofind.com.
I went to both sites and decided to check them out. First was Bibliofind. A word
about Bibliofind. It isn't an actual store, in the sense that a place like
Amazon.com is. They serve like a middleman between the used bookstore and the
customer. When you place an item in your shopping cart and checkout, it sends an
e-mail to the bookstore, and they take care of the transaction from there.
I went to their search engine, went to the blank marked "author" and typed in the
first author that sprung to mind, which oddly enough, was Jack Kerouac. I was
absolutely amazed at the selection. They had copies of Maggie Cassidy which I have
been looking for for some time; they had first editions of On the Road and The Dharma
Bums; they had books of Kerouac criticism; it was a Kerouac fan's paradise. Only one
problem: THEY WEREN'T ARRANGED IN ANY ORDER! A cheap, three dollar copy of Visions
of Gerard was right next to a $1,000 dollar first edition of On the Road which was
right next to a biography on Kerouac.
Amazed yet disgruntled, I went on to Powells to see what they had to offer. The
first thing I noticed was that this site had far more personality than Bibliofind.
They had a staff picks section. They had Powells T-shirts for sale. They had a top
20 list. And the site was much more colorful too. So I went to the search engine
and strained to think of authors, but again I could only think of Kerouac.
They had a great selection, too, I'm not guessing not as good as Bibliofind (I
didn't go through every single match found on Bibliofind. Do I look like I got free
time or something?) but still pretty good. And there was some organization. The
titles were grouped together, so a cheap eight dollar copy of On the Road was grouped
with a new copy of the same title. Not only that, but Powells is an actual store ,
not just a middleman.
I had seen enough. I decided to place an order with them. I ordered a copy of
Joyce Johnson's Minor Characters, about women in the Beat Generation. I proceeded
through the checkout process, and was told that I would get a confirmation e-mail
letting me know that they had the book. Three days pass and I get an e-mail saying
that they couldn't get it. They didn't explain why, only that they couldn't. I was
crushed. I really wanted that book. When I told my friend who had introduced me to
Powells, about it she said: "Hmmm. That's never happened to me before. I always get
what I want." Some people just have a charmed life I guess.
I went back to Bibliofind, hell-bent on buying a used book online before I die.
Going back to author search, I typed in...you guessed it: Kerouac. But after sorting
through page after page of Kerouac, I decided to go for somebody different. Somebody
cool, somebody with an edge. Somebody like...Hunter S. Thompson. After going
through several pages, I finally found a copy of Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas for
five bucks. That's a pretty good price, considering it would run me about twelve at
a bookstore. So I placed an order and was told to wait for a confirmation e-mail
from the bookstore. A couple of days passed and I ge\ot an e-mail from
Bibliofind.
Expecting them to tell me "No Mr. Corley we couldn't get a copy of your book, a
purple-assed baboon came in and bought the last copy," I was pleasantly surprised
when they told me that they had a copy on reserve and they would send it as soon as I
paid them.
Wow. I just bought a used book online. I felt special. I had joined the elite
ranks of those who purchase used books online. And, hey, if I ever win the lottery
and have a cool thousand to waste, I know I can waste it on a first edition of On the
Road. I'm sure Hunter S. Thompson himself would approve. Well, maybe.