Brian K.
Yelp
Blackwell's Book Shop in Oxford is everything the Strand Book Store in NYC aspires to be but can't quite pull off due to the claustrophobic limitations of Manhattan real estate and the necessity of building high bookshelves that require a wobbly ladder to reach your favorite title. It is also the experience Barnes and Noble and the now defunct Borders have attempted to corporatize in America for decades.
Benjamin Henry Blackwell, a religiously fervent temperance leader, constructed the flagship store in 1879 in the already bookish city of Oxford, England just a few short steps from several of the surrounding colleges in town.
Ironically, Blackwell's has now become it's own behemoth brand in the UK with over 45 book stores now open in England and Scotland. Yet despite the expansion of the brand, the Oxford location with its homage to local writers, secret reading nooks, and generous rare book room, maintains much of the experience of solitude us socially inept literary folk demand from a book store. It's still huge, of course, sporting four floors of over 125,000 titles, but if I deftly take the basement passage to the education and philosophy section, I can still steal a chair and read in relative peace and quiet.
I suppose it depends on what kind of reading experience one wants when it comes to their favorite book store. Some may prefer the little alcove shop in town that barely stays in business and features a few hundred well-curated titles, a cat, and an oddly sexually attractive shop keeper. For me, I prefer a bookstore to look like a big-ass library like Belle's from The Beauty and the Beast - a place where I can avoid returning the lovely titles I read, buy them cheaply, and proudly display my devoured trophies on six foot shelves like dead animals I killed on safari. For that experience, there is no better book store on earth than Blackwell's in Oxford, England.
Luckily, my wife has had the great fortune of securing a summer teaching job at the University of Oxford for over four years, and I can therefore return to Blackwell's each summer and lose several days of my vacation on its account. Blackwell's is often the reason Kaitlyn and I leave so much of our home behind when we return from England. We've both donated shoes, sweatshirts, and even souvenirs back to our flat in Lady Margaret Hall to make room for the dozens of books we purchase at Blackwell's each year.Blackwell's sports a plethora of book discounts and two for three sales, but make no mistake, if you're at all a book lover, you'll spend a hotel room's fortune on the place and won't regret a thing.
It's rare to enjoy a place as outwardly popular and touristy as the biggest bookstore in town, but Oxford the city helps maintain the hushed respect and intellectualism needed to keep the history alive. In the main entrance you might find some loud children reaching for a Harry Potter title, but sixteen feet into the place, and tourists mostly place their hands in their pockets and drop into whatever last sparked their love a great book.
Last I visited, I heard two teenage jocks from Hampshire talking about their secret love of John Steinbeck, and I nearly cried. The place just does that to people, from all walks of life and cultures, and I hope it will continue for a few more centuries to come.