The World’s Most Dangerous Bookstore

Bookgasm takes a field trip to the world’s most dangerous bookstore.

You see, as is apparent from one’s first step squeezing through the front door, Bill’s Yesterday Books is not the nicely organized, aesthetically pleasing publication warehouse like a Barnes & Noble or even a typical trade store you’re used to visiting.

Instead, it’s a whole damn house with no living space whatsoever. Books are literally (and pat yourself on the back, dear reader, if you caught that pun) piled to the ceilings, but not on shelves, with a foot-wide pathway rudely carved through the rubble that one must shimmy through sideways in order to travel. The place is so overflowing with reading material that the path itself is comprised of volumes. It is near impossible to see the walls. And a window? Forget about it. There isn’t enough sunlight to discourage insects from forming veritable kingdoms in there. With careful balance and a reliable pair of mountain boots, the home is navigable, but it’s a one-way trail, and friend, there ain’t no passing once inside.

(via Clusterflock)


  1. “The place was dark and dusty and half-lost
    In tangles of old alleys near the quays,
    Reeking of strange things brought in from the seas,
    And with queer curls of fog that west winds tossed.
    Small lozenge panes, obscured by smoke and frost,
    Just shewed the books, in piles like twisted trees,
    Rotting from floor to roof – congeries
    Of crumbling elder lore at little cost.”

    Sorry.. I couldn’t resist.

  2. I’ve been in a house that was like that. I was buying a camera from the guy, but it was jsut stacked floor to ceiling with books, newspapers, broken electronics, but no titty mags that I could see. Weird how some people choose to live.

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