DETROIT STORIES: John King Big Bookstore
The fifth in a series. Catch up on other Detroit Stories here.
It looms on Cass, just at the avenue's bridge over I-94, and this old school-buildingish storefront has been there since 1965. John King is synonymous with used books in Detroit--the main location is in the city, specializes in rare books, and is the largest bookstore in the state; as well, there's something of an outlet shop in Ferndale.
But if it's not the name that draws you in, perhaps it will be the most curious of murals painted proudly on its front.
The peculiar joy of this shops isn't the usual piles-of-books euphoria that one gets in bookstores. It's that inside, the piles of books have nearly no order at all to them. There's only the thinest veneer of genre distinction--the plays, for example, appear in clumps on the shelves. While this might sound confusing or frustrating, it's the perfect set up for the hungry book browser. You sit yourself before a shelf and you never know what you'll discover before you.
King's Big Bookstore is for the adventurous. Readers who are accustomed to segregating their literary tastes by glomming to the same shelves every time they entire a bookshop--they always gravitate to the poetry section, say, because they are a self-identified fan of poetry--beware. A browse through these bookshelves might lead you to examine a paperback you aren't used to examining, by writers you've never heard, perhaps in a genre you've ignored. You are lure spotting a familiar and loved author's name on one book; you find your hand reaching to the title next to it--it's one you've never heard of.
And King's has got the atmosphere to gird the adventure: tall shelves, boxes of intriguing periodicals, rolling ladders, a white-bearded book lover in suspenders manning the old-timey cash register that chirps book purchases in probably the same tone as it has for decades in this corner shop.
Despite promise after promise to myself to not buy any more books until I make a serious dent in my piles of intriguing unread title here at home--and to make consistent use of the wonderful main branch of the Detroit Public Library, just two blocks away from where I live--I couldn't help it. I came away from King's bookstore today with a good used copy of Annie Dillard's Pilgrim at Tinker Creek. And here's another reason to celebrate this shop--the penciled-in price of the book was $6.95. That white-bearded fellow at the cash register, who I like to think is Mr. King himself? He gave it to me for $5. Of his own accord.
Why is the John King Big Bookstore a reason I love Detroit?
Because it has been a firmament in Detroit's vibrant literary life for 43 years--no small feat for any independent shop specializing in re-used goods, in an industry that's seen the rise of mega-chains and the Internet. Because I love imagining all the readers and poets and novelists and neighbors and reporters that have stepped in its doors before me. Because the there's a real palpable love for books and history and storytelling in the bookstore's broad history.
But don't just take it from me. Consider some guy named Tony's video love note to it, on the occasion of a visit to the main branch of the store. In Parts 1 and 2. Note that the main branch of the store is ordered significantly differently than the shop on C ass; but what might be lost in the browsing adventure is made up for with the sheer breadth of the floors and floors of books.











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