Oh, be still my heart.
I finally made it to The Mysterious Bookshop, in business for 35 years and now located in the Tribeca neighborhood of Manhattan. If you love mysteries, this bookshop is like finding the Holy Grail.
I walked in the door, sighed, and felt like I’d come home.
Books line every inch of the walls, the bookshelves are so high that one has to use a ladder to reach the books at the top of the shelves. Everything is there. Everything. New. Old. Signed. Pulp. Noir. Cozy.
That section along the back wall? Devoted to Sherlock Holmes. The Mysterious Bookshop has the largest collection of books devoted to Sherlock Holmes in the world. They call it Sherlockiana.
In the shop window.
The two young men working that day were knowledgeable and helpful. They really know their stuff. (Can I work there? Please?)
A cozy leather sofa and a chair invite you to sit down and thumb through some books – which I did.
I could have spent the day there. There were so many authors I’d never heard of, which makes me realize that my mystery horizons need to be expanded. I talked for a long time with one of the employees. They have a first editions club, they import British mysteries, they host events – they have a very loyal clientele. And, they ship.
But you can read more about them on their website.
I purchased these books. I’ve read Cara Black’s first mystery – they take place in Paris – and I really like her style. You know I’m into John Connolly. This is the next book up in the series that I’ve been reading in order. I wanted an actual book for a change instead of reading him on my Kindle. The Bishop’s Wife has been getting rave reviews and this is a signed copy. And I’ve heard a lot about Mo Hayder, a British author, so I thought I’d get a start on her series.
How did I narrow it down to four? Lord knows.
I think I’ll be going back there one more time before the end of my stay here.
The Mysterious Bookshop
58 Warren Street
New York, NY