TITLE: 84, Charing Cross Road
AUTHOR/EDITOR: Helene Hanff
THIS EDITION: 1990
Another find on the library date, 84, Charing Cross Road, is nothing but a series of letters that follow an aloof writer/reader and a bookstore from 1949 to 1969.
Basically, these start with her writing from NYC to London, a request with a little bookstore to find a book she’s craving because she saw their ad in a magazine and their “antiquarian” expertise is something she equates with money.
What follows is quite charming – a $5/book cap on prices, which inflates to about $50 today, that seems quaint even though it wasn’t, a friendship that includes powdered and fresh eggs and nylons when they couldn’t get them because of post-war rationing, and a friendship that continued in letters for decades, ending only in her main friend/contact’s death.
I love that the letters were all kept to the point that this book could happen. We don’t have this kind of society anymore. We don’t have quaint bookshops that will operate under the honor system and mail a book across the ocean and send a bill. We have e-Commerce sites and anonymous people and warehouses and not shoppes. Credit cards and anonymity.
This book made my heart sing and it made me happy for a time that I wish I could have been a part of.
Life today is easier, but it isn’t better.
I’m giving this a 5 out of 5. Beautiful in its simplicity. (Also, they’ve made it into a movie, if you’re so inclined.)