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Time Was Soft There

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It was a gray winter Sunday when I came to the bookstore.
As had been my habit during that troubled time, I was out walking. There was never a specific destination, merely an accumulation of random turns and city blocks to numb the hours and distract from the problems at hand. It was surprisingly easy to forget oneself among the bustling markets and grand boulevards, the manicured parks and marble monuments.
On this particular day, a thin drizzle had begun falling early in the afternoon. At first, it was barely enough to wet the wool of a sweater, let alone interrupt this serious business of walking. But later, toward dusk, the skies abruptly thundered and opened into a downpour. Shelter was needed, and from where I'd been caught near the cathedral of Notre Dame, the yellow-and-green shop sign could just be glimpsed on the other side of the river.
By then, I'd been in Paris a month, long enough to hear vague rumors about the legendary bookstore. I'd been intrigued, of course, and had often meant to visit. Yet as I crossed the bridge, with the wind whipping at my pant legs and umbrellas sprouting around me, these rumors were far from mind. My only thought was to escape the storm and idle the rainy minutes away.
Out in front of the store, a tour group bravely posed for one last round of photographs. They used thick guidebooks to shield their cameras and their teeth were clenched into chattering smiles. Onewoman glared from beneath the hood of a rain slicker as her husband twisted a complicated lens. "Hurry," she urged. "Just hurry."
Through the fog of the shop's main window, there could be seen a blur of warm light and moving bodies. To the left stood a narrow wooden door, its green paint wrinkled and chipped. With a faint creak, it swung open to reveal a modest delirium.
A glittering chandelier hung from a cracked wooden ceiling beam, while in the corner an obese man squeezed rainwater from his turquoise muumuu. A horde of customers circled the desk, clamoring for the clerk's attention in a loud mash of languages. And the books. The books were everywhere. They sagged from wooden shelves, spilled from cardboard boxes, teetered in tall piles on tables and chairs. Stretched along the windowsill and taking in this mad scene was a silky black cat. I swear it looked up at me and winked.
There was a sudden spray of wind as the tour group pushed inside the store. I was bounced forward, past the crowded desk, then up two stone stairs painted with the words LIVE FOR HUMANITY and through into a large central room. Here, tables and shelves overflowed with more books, two doorways led deeper into the store, and a murky skylight was set overhead. Most unusual was what this skylight cast down upon: an iron-rimmed wishing well, where a man on bended knee was clawing out coins of high denomination. As I approached, he glared up at me and quickly shielded his bounty with a crooked arm.
Giving this fellow wide berth, I entered a narrow passage and found myself surrounded by books written in what appeared to be Russian. A wrong turn took me down a dead end to a sink surrounded by stacks of yellowed nature magazines. There was a soapy razor lying on an issue featuring the jungles of Madagascar. A dab of foam added an unnatural spot to a reclining leopard.
Backing up, I arrived at a wall of German novels, then, stumbling slightly, there was another turn and a loose pyramid of glossy-covered art books. To one side was a stained-glass alcove with a bare bulb flickering inside. A woman was crouched there, muttering in Italian and trying to decipher the book titles in this shaky light.
Finally, after stepping through another doorway, I was back in the room with the wishing well. The man who plunged his hand in the coins had vanished, but now the tour group had surged ahead and laid claim to the space. Half-blinded by flashing cameras, I was jostled among wet shoulders as they herded past me and into the very labyrinth from which I'd just emerged.
It was at this juncture that I decided a café would be a calmer harbor from the storm. Making a cautious retreat past the clerk and the winking black cat, I went back out the green door. The sting of rain made me pause to reconsider, and as I stood huddled in the doorway, I noticed a wooden bookcase drilled into the wall beside the store window. The paperbacks were damp and bloated, but they cost just twenty-five francs, a sum even I could afford in those desperate days. A copy of A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man edged out at me. Guessing it would be an inexpensive way to swallow time, I ventured back inside.
When it came my turn to be served, the young woman at the desk gave me a bright smile and folded open the cover of my book. With meticulous care, she stamped the title page with the crest of the Shakespeare and Company bookstore. Then she invited me upstairs for tea.
TIME WAS SOFT THERE. Copyright © 2005 by Jeremy Mercer. All rights reserved. Printed in the United States of America. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews. For information, address Picador, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, N.Y. 10010.

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kauyyek, July 1, 2010 (view all comments by kauyyek)
Having lived in Paris in the late 80s and early 90s, I was a frequent visitor and occasionally, a paying customer of Shakespeare & Co. This book took me on a wonderful trip down memory lane. I consider myself fortunate to have been invited to tea on a Sunday afternoon and I have a friend who actually spent a few nights there. I made a return visit to Paris last summer and had to stop in at my favorite bookstore and had the honor of talking with George's daughter. This book is a must read for everyone who has entered the crazy, lovely world that is Shakespeare & Co.
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cezmius, October 27, 2006 (view all comments by cezmius)
This is a wonderful journey across the sea to "the City of Lights."

I'll admit this memoir by a Canadian journalist took me back down memory lane. More than ten years ago, I spent my junior year in Paris studying french and international politics and the famed bookstore, Shakespeare & Co., backdrop for Mercer's tale, was a favorite (if temporary) return to the Engligh-speaking world.

If you think you'll enjoy reading about an unusual bookstore cum-Halfway House and the odd literary personalities it attracts, you should pick up Jeremy Mercer's "When Time Was Soft." Too, it makes a good companion if your planning a trip to Paris anytime soon.
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Product Details

ISBN:
9780312347406
Author:
Mercer, Jeremy
Publisher:
Picador USA
Subject:
Europe - France
Subject:
Travelers
Subject:
Personal Memoirs
Subject:
BIO026000
Subject:
Biography - General
Subject:
Travel - France
Edition Description:
Trade Paper
Publication Date:
20060931
Binding:
TRADE PAPER
Grade Level:
General/trade
Language:
English
Pages:
272
Dimensions:
8.1 x 5.5 x 0.8 in

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In 1999, Jeremy Mercer fled Canada for Paris with nothing but his meagre savings. Nearly homeless, he met George Whitman, owner of Shakespeare & Co. In exchange for work in the legendary bookstore, Whitman allows struggling writers to live in and around the shelves. He offered Jeremy a cot. Here begins a charming story of Paris, passion, and, of course, books.
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