The Raconteur bookshop isn't a beast, it's a nest, a cocoon, and as such we haven't died, we've simply molted and taken wing. So don't be too sad when you pass our empty shop front. What you'll see isn't a carcass, but an abandoned hole in the ground; it's the gray, papery ball you see bubbled around a branch; it's the empty cluster of twigs and trash you see wedged in the crotch of a tree. Thanks for all your support over the years, my friends. And watch the skies!
451 @ 431
6:30 PM, Sat. Feb 4
While the shop will be empty, dark, locked, onto the newly bare white walls an unattended device will project "Fahrenheit 451," Truffaut's Bradbury based film about a future society where reading is outlawed. Feel free to watch from the sidewalk. Your last chance to fire your imagination and Rac your brain at 431 Main.
Click here to read The New York Times article on our closing.
Click here to read The Huffington Post article on same.
