I have mentioned, many times, the suspected paranormal activity that goes on in the shop, and referred to it as “ghosts”. But this is something else, entirely.
These ghosts are the echoes left from the shop this used to be, before it became my own. Ghosts which now color my current events, as I make changes and improvements to the various aspects of the business.
The scariest ghost of all is the Ghost In The Machine~ that is to say, my online database of books for sale. When I took over, there were over 17,000 books listed (0f the, perhaps 40,000 that exist in the shop). Unfortunately, years of spotty recordkeeping riddled the inventory with books listed as available, which, in fact, had been sold years before. Or had been tucked down behind something and were no longer among the Known. The result, an incomplete and inaccurate inventory dating back years. My first task after the remodel was to get a handle on the inventory. And it is ongoing and arduous.
Not everything about owning a bookshop is delightful tea-drinking times. Sometimes it is mind-numbing, tedious, and repetitive. Sometimes it requires Herculean strength. Occasionally, it requires creativity above and beyond that of mere mortals. For example, when a customer asks for a book, a particular book, but knows nothing about it but that “it’s blue“. (No, not a euphemism for risqué; that would have been a proper hint! No, the actual color blue.)
Another ghost in current residence is the ghost of “But that other fella told me…”. When taking over an established business, there will always be repeat customer who aren’t aware of the change. The visual difference in the shop is an instant clue, but it isn’t always so obvious. The previous owner bought loads of kinds of things for the shop that didn’t exactly fit in with the theme. For example, this morning, the customer who came all the way from Eastern Washington (many hundreds of miles from here) to sell me glass insulators, which I, of course, do not buy. “But when we were here 2 years ago, that other fella told me he always buys them!“. I made sure to do some research for him and hook him up with some likely buyers for his insulators, but I could tell he was disappointed in our exchange.
Still, though, there are other ghosts. Friendlier ghosts. The beautiful collections of things I also purchased, along with the sketchy inventory management. A huge hutch full of antique books, collected over many years. Over 500 author-signed and -inscribed modern firsts. A case full of eerily glowing Vaseline (uranium) glass.
The memories of the former owner teaching me all about identifying books, and amazing me with stories of famous authors he has known. His own lifelong love of books and all things bookish handed down to me like an inheritance, nee a legacy! He taught me absolutely everything about being a bookseller that I know. After being in the business for over 50 years, he had a lot to offer me in the way of knowledge.
This is the Best Ghost. The ghost of all Booksellers who have come before, their wisdom condensed, their passion burning brightly in me. So, when I say it isn’t all sitting around reading books (and it, sadly, isn’t), that is true. But it is a noble and mind-expanding vocation, or even Calling. I am entirely grateful for the ghosts and my chance to commune with them on a daily basis.
In the truest sense of The Haunted Bookshop (Christopher Morley, 1919) the Ghosts are alive and well. I keep them alive, and so do many others. Wherever there are independent bookshops, the ghosts will live on. And I know for sure, they live on, here.