Long live the land of shopkeepers
A FEW years ago, we spent three days lugging three generations of books down from the attic. When I came here as a bride, these once-loved books were on the shelves, but the marital rite of merging libraries—making way for the arrival of William Faulkner, Eudora Welty, Flannery O’Connor, Carson McCullerssent into exile the rows of books on shooting, fishing, cricket and cattle farming in Argentina.
The Attic Collection occupied every table in the house. A book dealer from Bungay was coming to have a look and, I hoped, take them away. My husband saw commercial
