May 13, 2013
Slideshow: Interpreting the stoop books of Brooklyn
by Dustin Kurtz
My new favorite blog (as of half an hour ago, after The New Inquiry Sunday Reading pointed me there—and yes I’m using the word ‘favorite’ pretty loosely) is Stoop Books of Brooklyn. If you live in Brooklyn, as I do (everyone feel free to subvocalize the rest of this post in a cheeseball movie-Brooklyn accent) you know that from May to October, almost every block has a stoop with a few free books on it. If you don’t live in Brooklyn, well, I wrote that last sentence for you. Anyhow, people set out all kinds of books they no longer want. They usually put out waffle irons and Zumba tapes, too, but the books stick around longer. Because who likes books? Certainly not me.
The stoop books are always worth looking through, first because often there are some gems once you brush off the squirming outer coating of bedbugs, and second because it’s fun to imagine the owners of these books. Here are some of my favorite photos from Stoop Books of Brooklyn, with guesses as to who I think might have left out these particular books.
Lauren gave up these books when she got her new e-reader, but now regrets having given them away upon discovering that due to a serious design oversight Kindles do not hold up well after being smeared with roe, dipped in ponzu sauce, drizzled with hot chicken drippings and then taken on magical (chicken-greasy) adventures to the north pole. What a let-down.
This notebook belonged to a person named Jack.
I’m pretty good at this.
These books belonged to a very nice, very earnest guy named Paul who has a healthier relationship than you and likes what he likes. You ought to be ashamed of yourself, Judgy McJudgerson.
I like to think this book is the sign of a heartfelt and long-planned conversion to vegetarianism by a middle-aged optometrist named Richard. It’s not so much the ethical concerns of meat, though he’s not blind to those, but Richard has just reached a certain age where he feels he needs to work harder to maintain the same level of health he’s been taking for granted, and giving up meat is a part of that larger struggle.
But this is Brooklyn. No, some kid bought this book ironically and got bored of it, is all.
This appears to be a galley that was sold to a used book store—note the price tag on it—bought, and is now on some damp sidewalk somewhere. I don’t know who owned it, but I do know that this photo elicited an audible moan from about a thousand book publicists across this town.
Is that a CD behind the Gaffigan book? These were clearly left by a ghost because anyone who has ever owned CDs is long dead by now, right? A ghost who thought she liked Jim Gaffigan.
This reader is 58, single, overweight, barely literate with bad skin and socially crippling halitosis. But she’s off swimming with a dolphin right this moment because sometimes life is just magical and rewards those that need it most. *cue knockoff Amelie music*
Dustin Kurtz is the marketing manager of Melville House, and a former bookseller.