I meant to post this ages ago, when it originally happened, but with a lot of things on my plate, I only finally got around to posting about this. The end of Borders was a sad day for me. You may ask why, since it’s just another one of those giant megastores. And while megastore bookstores are often ‘stealing’ business away from their smaller, privately or independently owned operators, it’s still a shame to see one go. (Virgin Megastore how I miss thee). Because for me, big or small, it’s sad when a bookstore dies.
Borders was the first bookstore I really spent a lot of time at. I would sometimes visit the Barnes and Noble, and almost always visit the library, but I usually went to Borders. To be honest, I had really been rooting for it to survive, and now whenever I pass by the carcass of what used to be a Borders, I feel a strong sense of shame and guilt. The reason why I liked Borders so much was that its layout always made sense to me. Whether i was visiting the Borders in my hometown on Cape Cod, or visiting one of the giant locations in New York, I could always find my way. You could say this is because those stores have one generic layout. But that wasn’t true. Locations varied on where they would put certain subjects and where they would put the rest. And yet, I seemed to always know exactly where to look regardless of which Borders I was visiting.
Borders was somewhere I could go to find anything I wanted, even for non book related products. And then, the new Barnes and Noble opened, and I must guiltily confess that I started going there instead. The idea that I will never visit Borders again upsets me. It makes me think on the future of books themselves, but since the debate on Kindle vs Spine should be saved for its own post, let’s leave this entry with a moment of silence for our lost friend.