Aside from the fact that as a writer I have a vested interest in seeing lots of venues for selling books, I felt a little twinge at the news that the Borders Books and Music chain is about to be sold for scrap. When the East Brunswick Borders opened in the early Nineties, it was the first time I’d been in a big box bookstore with enough stock to rival my beloved Coliseum Books (during its reign just below Columbus Circle). And since I was covering East Brunswick for the News Tribune (another brand since gone extinct), stopping by Borders for a couple of cups of java and a stroll through the stacks made for a nice prelude to meeting nights. It certainly adds a note of poignance to friend Joe’s book 19th Nervous Breakdown, which grew out of his time working at a Borders store in the Bay Area.
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