John S.
Yelp
I had a double deja vu moment in this bookstore.
Double?
Yes, double.
How, John S.?
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OK.
Permanently.
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OK, he's gone. So the first bit of deja vu I had went down thusly. The first (and only) time I came here was in 2003, right after I had moved back to California from Indiana. I needed books for my upcoming summer-school class, and I happened to have the sheet of paper with the book list with me. So I dutifully made my friend, a tourist, come into this store before we walked down the horrible Venice Beach boardwalk. (I almost got robbed and possibly roughed up a little bit after patronizing Small World of Books.)
As I was searching for the books I needed, I felt magically transported to the mid-1980s. Specifically, I felt transported to the B. Dalton in the Whittwood Mall. The Whittwood Mall before they tore the indoor-mall part down and after they put the roof on the formerly outdoor Whittwood Mall. This B. Dalton was the first place I had ever seen the rolling ladders along the stacks that they use to get books on high shelves. It was also the first place I became familiar with the library stool. You know the one--
Yeah, I know what you're talking about.
I thought I told you to shut up.
Yeah, sorry, I'll shut up.
You know the one? It's round and rolls and has a cloverleaf kind of design on it? Well, I don't remember whether Small World of Books has any of these, but something about its shelves reminded me of that B. Dalton. It might have even been that I was facing a northish wall (streets in both Venice and Whittier, California, not having been laid out in cardinal directions) as I once had been at that B. Dalton.
OK, after I moved to San Francisco and finally got around to checking out Aardvark Books, I had a re-deja vu. It reminded me of Small World of Books, which had reminded me of B. Dalton in the Whittwood Mall and which had preminded me (or deja vued me or whatever) of Aardvark Books. Again, I was facing the northish wall, although this time the wall faced truly almost due north.
So the bookstore. It's small and cool and wonderful. I love bookstores like this. I would come here again except that I don't like the beach part of Venice too much. Venice needs more canals than the pathetic few it still has.