I’ve always loved the idea of secret libraries. There’s something I find irresistibly mysterious about a storehouse of lost or hidden knowledge. I think sometimes old bookstores have that feeling. The clutter and the dusty smell of old books makes me feel like the shelves are stocked with the unknown. I never know what treasure I might uncover. What lost book, unappreciated in my time, I could breathe new life into, if only I could locate it among the other tomes.
Thinking on it, part of the appeal might be that used bookstores remind me of my grandmother’s attic. My grandmother lived in middle-of-nowhere Kansas (the part where the wind blows all the time, Main Street is the ONLY street in town, and the population of the elderly far outweighs that of the youth) and any trip we took out there was defined by boredom. That is, until I chanced to discover a trove of ancient Spider-man, Fantastic Four, and Mad Magazines that had belonged to my uncle in times long past. Those comics became my escape from the hot and dusty doldrums of our family visits, and fed the growing fires in my heart for comics as a storytelling medium. I would read and re-read them each time I was there. It was a secret library of comic lore.
What secret treasure troves have you uncovered?