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'Yertle the Turtle' Enters Canada's Culture War; A Walden Video Game


'Yertle the Turtle' Enters Canada's Culture War; A Walden Video Game

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RAY GUSTINI278 ViewsAPR 26, 2012
Today in books and publishing: Tom Hanks reads Stephen Colbert's children's book for adults, gamers are going to be getting a taste of Henry David Thoreau, and Yertle the Turtle is too politically charged for British Columbia.
Originally published in 1958, Yertle the Turtle by Dr. Seuss is a classic of the turtle-stacking genre. It is also, apparently, too politically charged to be displayed in an elementary school in Prince Rupert,  British Columbia, at least not while the British Columbia Teachers’ Federation and the province are fighting a labor battle. Administrators defended the decision to shield students from the problematic, apparently pro-labor Seussism -- “I know up on top you are seeing great sights, but down here on the bottom, we too should have rights” -- noting that  it's a "good use of [our] time if it serves the purpose of shielding the children from political messaging." Unlike all the other formal bannings of lines from Dr. Seuss, which were just silly. [The Globe and Mail]
Tom Hanks is going to read the audiobook version of I Am a Pole (and So Can You)Stephen Colbert children's book about a flag pole that adults will love and children will not understand, even after a kindly cool uncle spends several hours explaining it to them. You can click through for an audio sample, in which Tom Hanks sounds the way you'd expect him to sound while reading a Stephen Colbert book about a flag pole. Which is to say, confident and amiable, though his northern California accent is more pronounced than usual. [The Hollywood Reporter]
The National Endowment for the Arts has granted the University of Southern California $40,000 to develop a video game based Henry David Thoreau's writings from Walden Pond. Thoreau Before setting your phasers to cluck -- Thoreau! Video games! Your Money! -- consider that Thoreau went to Walden because he wanted to "learn to live deliberately," a lifestyle millions of college freshman embrace every year with the help of Tecmo Bowl Bo Jackson and dorm-wide Mario Kart tournaments. The game promises to place the player in "an open, three-dimensional game world which will simulate the geography and environment of Walden Woods" which will make it ideal for anyone who liked Grand Theft Auto IV, but thought it needed less killing and more field tilling. [GalleyCat]
When Mein Kampf is published for the first time in Germany in 2015, it will be in a "commercially unattractive" volume designed to prevent Hitler's manifesto from being used by propagandists. It's unclear if that's a reference to the actual physical design of the book, but the state of Bavaria has made it clear the text will be flanked by "scholarly" annotations that Bavarian Finance Minister Markus Söder says will "demystify" the text and show how it contributed  to the rise of Nazism.  [The Independent]
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The Four Imperfect Princes


Have you ever noticed how often a certain "Prince Charming" turns up in fairy tales? "Blame the lazy bards," writes debut author Christopher Healy in "The Hero's Guide to Saving Your Kingdom" (Walden Pond, 432 pages, $16.99). This lively, humorous adventure for 9- to 13-year-olds relies on the conceit that the generic moniker actually refers to four distinct (and distinctly eccentric) young men: the princes Duncan, Frederick, Gustav and Liam. Thrown together by accident and a shared outrage at bardic malfeasance—it's a sore point that everyone knows the names of Cinderella, Rapunzel, Snow White and Sleeping Beauty but not theirs—the four princes conspire to foil a publicity-seeking witch'sevil scheme.
To succeed, they must match wits with vile-tempered heroines, bare-bellied barbarians, herbivorous trolls and a pint-size bandit king. The fun is less in the action, though, than in the characters' witty banter and the comic description of the young men and their surroundings. At one point the princes eat rattlesnake kebabs in a "sticky-floored, body-odor-scented" pub called the Stumpy Boarhound. "I don't think this is actually rattlesnake," Duncan muses as he chews the grayish meat. "Tastes more like pit viper to me."
The royal, medieval-esque adventure in Jennifer A. Nielsen's "The False Prince" (Scholastic, 352 pages, $16.99) is conducted, by contrast, in deadly earnest. Here we meet Sage, a sarcastic young orphan who with several other boys finds himself plucked from obscurity and roughly dragged away to a devious nobleman's grand estate. In this first book of a planned trilogy, we follow Sage through weeks of exhausting physical and psychological testing designed to produce, from the group, a single young man who will impersonate a long-lost prince and claim the crown of fictional Carthya.
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A "Hunger Games" element comes into play here, for this is a deadly game of keeps; the boys not selected aren't meant to survive. As the days tick past and the tension increases, Ms. Nielsen abruptly changes her narrative point of view in a thrilling way that casts new light on everything we think we know about Sage. There is not much levity in these pages, and one or two idiomatic bumps may occasionally jolt children ages 11 to 16 back into the present, but Sage proves to be a compelling character whose sharp mind and shrewd self-possession will make readers eager to follow him into a sequel.
Images of sweet and yummy foods are like catnip to young picture-book readers: Children will often pat and rub the page in the hopes of getting a taste. So it was clever of Carl Warner (or his publisher) to put an inviting sugary pink wonderland on the cover of "A World of Food" (Abrams Books for Young Readers, 32 pages, $17.95). Inside, the photographer has laid out a dozen enchanted two-page tableaux made up entirely of edibles. Each landscape illustrates a color,with a poem to match: "If all the world were pink, / We'd live in a candy land, / In houses made from soft nougat / That breaks off in your hand."
Children will delight in pointing at the sweet ingredients, such as meringue clouds and lollipop trees. Yet about some of the unsweetened scenes there is a faintly disconcerting feeling that may, in a curious way, fix this picture book even more firmly in memory. One Wild West image shows a scorpion made of red peppers and jalapeños about to strike, with marbled-meat buttes in the background. The little houses in an oceanfront scene seem lapped by rippling silver seas; it's almost a shock to realize that the "water" is overlapping mackerel, herring, sprats and sea bass

Gregg Allman's autobio riveting reading


By Jay Miller
Gregg AllmanIf anyone in the music business has stories to tell it is surely Gregg Allman. That's what makes the release on Tuesday of his autobiography, "My Cross to Bear," (William Morrow, 390 pages, $27.99) such an event. With a career spanning forty-odd years and counting, and a perch in the midst of one of the most enduring rock bands of all time, with it's inordinate amount of drama and strife, Allman, 64, could most likely fill several books with his memories.
The good news is that this book is a thoroughly engrossing, conversational memoir that hits most of the highlights and answers many of the questions fans would have. Allman's co-writer, former Spin editor Alan light, wisely lets him speak in his own voice throughout. This means that there might be an occasional diversion, a jump cut in the story, as he might introduce a character from 1970, and then tell what eventually happened to the person, before returning to the chronological story. And if his conversational style is very engaging, grammarians might flinch--Allman will never say "those boys played good music" when he can use the more colloquial "them boys" syntax.  But that good ole boy style has its own charm, as if you were lounging around on a hot summer's day hearing an old pal tell tales.
The first impression you take away is how close Gregg and his brother Duane really were. They had no choice, because their father had been murdered by a hitchiker when the boys were two and three years old, and their mother worked hard to support them. That little trio of a family unit was incredibly tight-knit. They didn't come from Macon, Georgia, which only became their headquarters after signing with Capricorn Records.  The boys had been born near Nashville, before the family moved to Daytona Beach, Florida after their dad's death. No doubt they went on to two of the most unlikely careers for cadets at the Castle Heights Military Academy, and a picture of Gregg in his uniform is quite amusing.
It might surprise some fans to learn that Gregg was the first brother to be fascinated with guitar, and Duane came to the instrument fairly late. Success as a club band around their home area led to a recording contract as The Allman Joys in the mid 1960s, with Duane on guitar and Gregg singing and playing guitar. That band ended up in California, where their first gig was opening for The Doors. But by the time Liberty Records released their debut, the record moguls had renamed them Hourglass, and their 1967 debut was a mishmash of other people's songs. Their second album a year later included some Gregg originals, but the band was still frustrated, and eventually everyone but Gregg went home to Florida. Gregg battled the record company, which was trying to re-position him as a solo rock singer, while Duane ended up in Muscle Shoals, playing recording sessions with people like Wilson Pickett and King Curtis.
By early 1969 Duane was calling his kid brother and telling him to come home to join a new band he was forming, with a drummer named Butch Trucks from a band called 31st of February, and another guitarist named Dickey Betts, and his bassist, Berry Oakley, from a band called Second Coming.  Gregg admits he wasn't keen initially on the idea of a band with two drummers, and when he got back home his brother informed him they needed him to play organ--which he had practically never done. Gregg Allman also includes telling details along the way, like the fact he had to sell half-interest in a couple of songs to raise enough money to get home--including rights to "Melissa." 
Fast forward a bit and we might not remember but the Allman Brothers band was not an instant hit, with two albums doing so-so on the charts, even as their reputation for live shows grew all around the nation. The band was signed to Capricorn because that label's founder, Phil Walden, had been Duane's manager at Muscle Shoals, and it was Walden who sought to have many of his bands based around Macon. Gregg takes a balanced view of the late Walden, acknowledging his success in breaking the Allmans and many other bands, while wondering what all those "Southern rock" bands had in common, and suggesting that Walden got rich while perhaps shortchanging some of the talent.
Allman's view of those early days is mostly of good times with close friends striving to make something of their band. Oakley and his wife bought a house, and that became the unofficial band headquarters, with Gregg renting a room there, and other members living nearby. It's instructive to see Gregg describe Betts as "a hothead" even then, who nonetheless never caused any problems when Duane was around, because Duane Allman was beyond doubt the band's leader.
There is some musing on musical influences, although obviously that could go on endlessly with this group of characters. Drummer Jaimoe brought jazz like Miles Davis and John Coltrane to the band's attention, while Duane gravitated to r&b like King Curtis, and Betts favored rock like Cream or Jefferson Airplane.  1970 was a whirlwind, with the band in demand everywhere and drugs overtaking the musicians--Duane liked cocaine, while Allman says the others were all addicted to opiates in one form or another. In April 1970, their tour manager Twiggs Lyndon stabbed a club owner to death in Buffalo in a dispute over payment for the band. In October 1970, Duane almost died of an overdose at a Nashville hotel.  Still, the concerts were becoming legendary among rock fans and demand kept growing.
Most fans know the outlines of the tragic way Duane's life ended in a motorcyle accident on October 29, 1971. Gregg admits his last conversation with his brother had been a testy phone call where his brother accused him of stealing some of his cocaine. Gregg denied it, which was a lie, and that detail haunted him for years. More harmful to the band, Oakley had been Duane's closest musical foil, and he never recovered from Duane's death. As Oakley's drinking became more of a problem and the band members began wondering if they could keep carrying him, with his performances becoming more erratic, tragedy struck again. Oakley, according to what Gregg heard, drove his motorcycle straight into a bus on a Macon street, while drunk. Refusing to get into an ambulance, he went home and died within hours of a brain hemorrage, on November 11, 1972.
Some of the most affecting and revealing material in this book comes after this period, when Gregg admits he couldn't handle losing his brother.  More to the point, there was a huge leadership vacuum in the band, and when he didn't step into it, Betts took over. We'll skip over the many details, but Betts was always too bossy for his bandmates' liking, and prone to threatening to fight anyone and everyone.  The band continued and made some good music, but wasn't happy and eventually fell apart. Around 1980 Betts fired Jaimoe, an act that Gregg, who was very close to the drummer, never could accept. At the same time, Gregg and Betts both had solo careers going.
The mid-1980s breakup of the band came with persistent stories that Gregg had sold out a longtime roadie, Kim Payne, in a drug trial, and other members refused to work with him again. Gregg's version here is persuasive, as he admits that one of Payne's duties was keeping him supplied with drugs. But when the law caught Payne making a deal, they were after either Gregg, or a bigger supplier. He couldn't testify to much of anything beyond admitting that Payne got drugs for him. While the roadie ended up doing time, Gregg claims Payne was never bitter about it.
Allman's marriage to Cher in the '80s is another interesting episode, and he has nothing but good things to say about her. They remain friends to this day, and Gregg suggests that even as a Hollywood star by that point, she was just not ready to deal with the behavior of a full-fledged drug addict, as he was at that time. In his more sober moments, he also realized he couldn't abide the glitterati of L.A.
We will interject also that Allman's memories of his time with Cher are all of the gentlemanly nature--suggestive perhaps, but entirely polite and restrained. Any time he names a girlfriend or wife he is mostly positive and emphasizing the good times without getting too graphic. When he does have a more detailed, graphic memory it is usually about anonymous partners. And he does make it clear that he thinks some of his ex-wives were unstable, while also admitting he may not have been the easiest husband to have. 
One poignant episode from 1972 involves Jenny Arness, a young actress Allman dated briefly, and in his words, "diplomatically" broke up with, recognizing her instability. Not long after, she committed suicide, leaving a note mentioning him. As bad as he felt, Jenny's father, tv's Matt Dillon, actor James Arness, contacted Gregg and assured him Jenny had battled multiple mental problems and he bore no blame for her death, a gesture Allman deeply appreciated.  
After the band's breakup and extended hiatus in the '80s, their reunion in 1989 promised big things. The first couple albums they made, like "Seven Turns" marked a creative revival, as young Warren Haynes provided a superb guitar foil for Betts and the rest of the band. Allman notes that Haynes is one of the nicest, most generous people he's ever met, and a joy to work with.
Gregg Allman's moment of truth came at the band's Rock and Roll Hall of Fame induction in January 1995, when, in the midst of a five-day bender, he was an embarassment of himself and everyone else at the ceremony. Despite having, by his own count, gone through no less than eleven rehab trips before that, seeing how he'd wasted that shining moment forced him to confront his demons. He'd given up drugs years before, but the alcohol was consuming him. Allman, who mentions that he'd talked with other recovering alcoholics like Waylon Jennings and Johnny Cash in similar situations, didn't feel he could just drop in at a local AA meeting. He hired male nurses to watch over him and went home to get sober, and over a period of weeks it finally worked.
By 2000, the band was doing okay, but Betts was increasingly becoming a problem, fighting with everyone and threatening to fire other musicians, and drinking heavily. Allman admits his previous reticence, his failure to take over a leadership role, had helped feed Betts' attitude. Other members were saying they didn't want to tour with Betts again. Finally, the band told Betts they were embarking on their next tour without him, and with a new guitarist in his place. "You're firing me out of my own band?" was Betts incredulous response. Betts sued and the band and he ended up in arbitration, but he was gone. Allman emphasizes Betts was never fired, and no member ever has been fired, but it was just necessary to go on without him, for the good of everyone else. 
The book is definitely skewed towards the early years, and the band's recent triumphs are given relatively short amounts of time. There is a marvelous anecdote about the first time Gregg heard Derek Trucks, then just a skinny teenager whose slide guitar work was so reminiscent of Duane that it was eerie. And he mentions that Derek and his wife, Susan Tedeschi, are wonderful people he loves working with.  
One note I liked was Allman's celebrating the current lineup, with Derek Trucks and Haynes on guitars, Oteil Burbridge on bass, and Marc Quinones on percussion, joining original members Allman, Butch Trucks and Jaimoe, and mentioning that their 2003 album "Hittin' The Note" was a watershed work. I didn't have that album, but tracked it down after reading that section, and it is indeed a sprakling example of the band at its best, a panoply of influences effortlessly blended into compelling rock.
The last few chapters deal with Allman's health problems, and the hepatitis-C he figures he contracted from an unsanitary tattoo parlor in the late 1960's. Those problems began showing up in 1999, and no doubt his drinking history hadn't helped. Spots on his liver in 2006 and again in 2008 had things looking pretty bleak, and finally in 2010 he had a liver transplant that has given him a personal revival. The first person he saw when he awoke from the transplant surgery was his mother, then 94 years old and still full of vigor.    
Those are just a few of the main themes covered in this book, which is a remarkable tale of excess and eventual redemption. Asked for regrets, Allman will say all the drugs did him no good, and that's pretty obvious. Still unable to read or arrange music, he asserts he's probably the worst musician in the band, but of course he's written most of the band's most indelible songs.
It's not a story about a perfect man, and not a fairytale by a longshot, with some incidents that will make most readers squirm. But it is real, and it rings true, and Gregg Allman (he prefers friends call him Gregory) comes across as a pretty interesting guy who's finally found his way.
JOHN LINCOLN WRIGHT REMEMBERED: A couple dozen former bandmates of the late New England country legend John Lincoln Wright will get together for a special concert Sunday May 6, from 2-8 p.m., at Sally O'Brian's in Union Square, Somerville. For a suggested $5 donation you'll hear "40 Years of Sour Mash Boys and Girls" performing all kinds of Wright songs. Proceeds from the concert will be used to help Wright's widow, Vicki, get his songs back in print.

Walden Woods video game will recreate the world of Thoreau


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Walden Pond near Boston, Massachusetts, close to where Henry David Thoreau lived
Fair game … Walden Pond, near Massachusetts. The area, made famous by Thoreau, is to feature in a game that draws on his notes. Photograph: Joseph Sohm/Corbis
Its lack of thrills, spills and multiple deaths means it is unlikely to appeal to fans of Grand Theft Auto and Call of Duty, but a video game based on the years Henry David Thoreau spent living alone in a Massachusetts cabin is in development, following a US government grant.
The University of Southern California has been given $40,000 by the National Endowment for the Arts to develop Walden, in which "the player will inhabit an open, three-dimensional game-world, which will simulate the geography and environment of Walden Woods". With the game drawing from the detailed notes Thoreau wrote about the area and its landscape, flora and fauna, users will be able not only to walk in the author's footsteps but also, said the university, "discover in the beauty of a virtual landscape the ideas and writings of this unique philosopher, and cultivate through the gameplay their own thoughts and responses to the concepts discovered there".
Thoreau spent two years living alone in a one-room cabin in Walden Woods between 1845 and 1847, "because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life," he wrote in his seminal environmental text Walden. The book details the time he spent in the woods, and ranges from his love of his surroundings – "A lake is the landscape's most beautiful and expressive feature. It is earth's eye; looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature. The fluviatile trees next the shore are the slender eyelashes which fringe it, and the wooded hills and cliffs around are its overhanging brows" – to his philosophies. "A man is rich in proportion to the number of things which he can afford to let alone," wrote Thoreau. And "I never found the companion that was so companionable as solitude … Simplify, simplify."
The team behind the video game Walden said it "posits a new genre of play, in which reflection and insight play an important role in the player experience". While the player travels through the virtual world of Walden, and deals with everyday life at Walden Pond, they will also be asked, the team said, to "focus on the deeper meaning behind events that transpire in the world. By attending to these events, the player is able to gain insight into the natural world, and into connections that permeate the experience of life at Walden."

Former Borders headquarters on Phoenix Drive listed for sale for $6.9M


The former headquarters of Ann Arbor-based bookstore chain Borders Group Inc. on Phoenix Drive was listed for sale Thursday for $6.9 million.
Ann Arbor’s Colliers International is marketing the two buildings, which total 330,000 square feet, after the former property owner, Farmington Hills-based Agree Realty Co., defaulted on a loan last year.
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Now vacant, the former Borders headquarters on Phoenix Drive is listed for sale for $6.9 million.
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Agree owed $5.6 million in principal on the loan as of last summer, according to a filing with the U.S. Securities and Exchange Commission. In December, Ann Arbor-based real estate firm McKinley Incwas appointed to serve as property and asset manager for the building.
Colliers’ Jim Chaconassaid McKinley is still managing the property but Colliers has taken over the listing.
The buildings are currently vacant after Borders liquidated last year and cell phone recycling firmReCellular Inc. then movedfrom its 13,000-square-foot space in the building to a location in Pittsfield Township.
The buildings were built in 1970 and renovated in 1998, and the property has 1,283 parking spaces.
When Agree still owned the property, the company had listed the headquarters property for sale in 2010 for more than $18 million but reduced the asking price to $10 million in 2011.
Chaconas said the new asking price of $6.9 million will allow a new owner "to come in and do what they like with the building, such as doing their own facade or infrastructure.”
He added: “One building is 90,000 square feet and then there’s the rest, so we’ve been looking at many possibilities. It can be multi-tenant or each tenant can take a section.”
It also presents an opportunity for a major corporate tenant to relocate its headquarters.
“One of the problems we have with companies is a parking issue,” he said. “This has more parking than any building out there.”
Lizzy Alfs is a business reporter for AnnArbor.com. Reach her at 734-623-2584 or email her atlizzyalfs@annarbor.com. Follow her on Twitter at http://twitter.com/lizzyalfs.

Microsoft Store opens at The Domain


Microsoft Store opens at The Domain
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The 16th Microsoft Store opens in Austin at The Domain. The stores offers a variety of Microsoft products and PCs and has a Kinect lounge. The store is located in the former Borders bookstore next to Macy's.
Brian Bice, seated in a folding chair at the front of the line at the newest Microsoft Store, had been waiting since 6:30 p.m. April 25 for the store's opening the next morning at The Domain.
He had missed the opening of a Microsoft Store in his home state of Arizona but was not going to let that happen now that he resides in Austin.
“It's great it's opening here because Austin is a tech community,” he said.
Bice was one of hundreds of anxious fans waiting in line for tickets to Saturday's Zac Brown Band concert at the store, which is located next to Macy's at 3309 Esperanza Crossing, Ste. 104, in the former Borders bookstore.
The Domain Microsoft Store is the 16th in the U.S. to open. The store offers a Kinect lounge where customers can try out the gaming console. Other products include Windows 7 PCs, Windows phones and Office 2010. Customers can also use the complimentary tech training on various products.
During the ribbon-cutting ceremony at 10 a.m., Steven Guggenheimer, Microsoft's corporate vice president, gave $1.3 million in grants to three Central Texas charities: $300,000 went to Girlstart, which is located at 1400 W. Anderson Lane; $450,000 to Communities in Schools of Central Texas; and $550,000 to the Girl Scouts of Central Texas.
“It's all about community,” he said.
To celebrate the store's opening, Microsoft is hosting events the rest of the week. Former Dallas Cowboys running back Emmitt Smith will be at the Microsoft Store at 5 p.m. April 26 to play Xbox with fans. The Zac Brown Band takes the stage at 2 p.m. April 28.

For independent booksellers, a time to innovate


PHILADELPHIA – The story of P.K. Sindwani and his suburban Philadelphia bookstore is a saga of the beleaguered bookselling industry: good intentions, crazy times and anyone’s guess as to how things will turn out.
For nearly two decades, Sindwani had done well at his shop near Pennsylvania’s Ursinus College. But in 2010, with an anchor supermarket dying next door and the industry transforming at an exasperating pace, things got so tough that the onetime accountant and lifelong book lover was planning an exit strategy.
Most anyone trying to sell printed books at a bricks-and-mortar store was sweating hard: Onetime powerhouse Borders was steaming toward bankruptcy; casual book buyers were flooding Amazon.com with cash they used to spend at shops, and Amazon’s Kindle e-reader, a forerunner of the now-burgeoning market for tablets and e-books, was so hot it was like napalm to the dwindling independents, like Sindwani’s Trappe Book Center.
“I was barely breaking even,” said Sindwani, a man with eyeglasses, an MBA, and a manner of speaking that does not veer toward hyperbole.
Then came an unexpected twist, which is becoming more common these days as technology collides with tradition to turn things topsy-turvy in the book world: A landlord at a fancy new shopping center called to say he wanted Sindwani as a tenant, just months after declining his request for a lease. The reason: A Barnes & Noble deal had just gone sour. Sindwani had a rescue deal.
Today, the renamed and relocated Towne Book Center & Cafe at Providence Town Center in Collegeville, Pa., is, like other survivors, still in the game and still confronting formidable foes, such as a Justice Department antitrust lawsuit earlier this month over the pricing of e-books.
That action, which rebuked publishers for allegedly colluding to set fixed retail prices for electronic books, has been greeted with anxiety by small merchants because it means Amazon can now sell e-books for less than it paid for them. Competing booksellers fear this will give Amazon a firmer grip on what they call a monopoly over book sales.
Yet the lawsuit is only the latest in a series of challenges that have made the past five years difficult for independents.
Discounting by online booksellers, and the emergence of digital tablets and e-books, have made trips to stores less frequent. Competition from huge chains was the bogeymen before that.
“It’s an industry where you don’t feel secure, your head is spinning constantly,” Sindwani, 53, said last week, while seated in the cluttered back room of the store that he rented a year ago.
“Look at this ruling” on e-book prices, he added. “You constantly have to innovate; you constantly have to change your strategy. It’s like shooting a moving target.”
E-books were just one of the big issues on the minds of nearly three dozen mid-Atlantic booksellers who gathered at Sindwani’s store a month ago to brainstorm survival strategies. Amazon already does not permit them to sell books for download to Kindles, while Apple, Barnes & Noble, and Android tabletmakers do. How, they wondered, could they secure a bigger share of e-book sales moving forward?
They also griped about a growing practice known as showrooming, in which people visit stores only to browse for what they later download to tablets or buy online.
The merchants and their trade group, the American Booksellers Association, are working on these problems, hopeful they will find a way to strike back. “Anybody that’s left now,” said Sindwani, “we’re fighters.”
The ABA, based in New York state, negotiated a contract with Google two years ago allowing independents to sell e-books on their websites for download to most digital devices except the Kindle. That contract expires at year’s end, and Google declined to renegotiate. The ABA’s chief executive spent last week at the London Book Fair searching for new e-book partners.
Two years ago, there were few options other than Google Books, said Oren Teicher, CEO of the trade group. Today, however, there are more.
“We’re going to have an embarrassment of riches to choose from in figuring out who might be the best e-book partner for us,” Teicher said.
On a brighter note, he said, the pace of independent booksellers going out of business has slowed, and apparently stabilized, and the survivors have become savvier about how to make money in a new way.
The Borders bankruptcy in early 2011, itself a casualty of online and digital competition, has funneled some business back to small merchants. And as Barnes & Noble a few years ago created a wing for toys, the little guys are diversifying their merchandise mix, too.
“This is a tough business; we’re selling a product that’s available in lots of other places,” Teicher said. “But there is an enormous amount of creativity and entrepreneurship, in which people like P.K. are figuring out how to adapt and change and do things differently, and managing to make it work.”
Consider Joseph Fox Bookshop, the oldest independent in Philadelphia’s Center City. It has operated for 62 years, even as other landmark bookstores downtown closed in the past decade.
Owner Michael Fox supplements the store’s income by striking deals with corporations for books to be distributed at their special events. He also is exclusive provider of books for author events at the main branch of the Free Library of Philadelphia and elsewhere.
“We’re at the center of all the big book events in Philadelphia,” said Fox, whose long, narrow store is impeccably stocked and merchandised like a cozy private library.
Fox owns the building in which the family store has been located all these decades. That’s a godsend in an exclusive part of town where rent would otherwise be through the roof. It means Fox feels less pressure to stock commercial best sellers to rack up high-volume sales.
In other words, even with a Barnes & Noble only a few blocks away, Fox caters to a discerning reader because it can.
“We have really great customer service,” he said, echoing the mantra of the independents. Also: “People really like books – real books.”
In 1990, when Sindwani, a 31-year-old real estate accountant, opened a 2,500-square-foot store in Trappe, Pa., as part of the now-defunct Little Professor Book Center franchise, rent was $37,000 a year. But business was strong.
“I started making money from Day 1,” he said.
A year ago, however, he had to solicit the kindness of 50 customer-volunteers to help pack and move all the merchandise to his new location in Collegeville. Overwhelmed by their love, he thanked them with food and gift certificates.
The store he opened in its place is more a “department store of knowledge,” he said, than a showroom of books.
There are educational toys, greeting cards and impulse buys. Sindwani also has a coffee bar, for which he traveled to Seattle to learn all things barista, including how to make a latte. (He buys beans from a local roaster and cookies from a local resident.)
Easily one-quarter of his store displays children’s and youth books beneath a splashy jungle mural. The reason, he said, is that tech-savvy thirty- and forty-something parents believe their children do not focus as well on digital readers such as the iPad or Kindle Fire, where the Web and Facebook are fingertip distractions.
“Children’s is keeping me in business,” Sindwani said.
He wholesales to area school districts, hosts author readings, and has an employee whose sole job is devising programs such as a weekly children’s writing workshop beginning in May, which will feature autographed copies of books by instructor and kids’ book author Nancy Viau.
“Creative marketing is what I call it,” said Kit Little, Sandwani’s marketing guru, a woman with a knack for retailing.
He plays up that his employees are profoundly knowledgeable and enamored with books, and that his suppliers deliver special-ordered titles the very next day.
“His sales have quadrupled since he’s relocated out of Trappe and been in here,” said David Waterman, vice president of leasing for Brandolini Cos., which placed Sindwani in its prime spot facing a Wegmans supermarket.
For years, such spots went to big chains that paid high rents. Those days are over.
“Even if the big guy said, ‘You know what, we want to come back,’ we’ll say, ‘You can’t. That ship has sailed,’ “ Waterman said. “We’re sticking with our local P.K.”