At
age 47 I made it to Portland, Oregon for my first and possibly last time,
attending the Willamette Writers Conference. I presented a workshop on book
publicity for self-published authors. I say it could be my last time just
simply because I would rather go to a city I’ve never been to than return to
the same one, with a few exceptions—LA, DC, Boston, Philadelphia, Ft.
Lauderdale, SF, Chicago, and Atlanta. But I found Portland to be an enigma.
On
the one hand, it seemed to have a sense of place for the residents, but for
tourists, I found few things to do once you got beyond the food and booze
culture that lines the city streets. They
are big into microbreweries, wineries, and coffee. It seems food was
everywhere, from their food trucks to local institution, Voodoo Doughnuts. I
expected people to be obese, but I didn’t come across too many large people.
I
did enjoy visiting the Japanese Garden which is adjacent to the beautiful Rose
Garden. I also liked walking through the vibrant street fair by the river,
where scores of street vendors peddled jewelry, art, crafts, handmade wallets
and hats, food, and miscellaneous oddities.
But
I asked probably 10 locals, including people at my hotel, what I shouldn’t miss
in my stay at Portland—and no one had something to point to other than walking
around the city or going to something like the local zoo. A city should have
landmarks, a sense of history, and a story to tell. Portland’s story isn’t
clear to me.
The
city is growing, as it is the 29th largest city in America, with
over a half-million residents. It doesn’t feel crowded. It’s an easy to get
around city, whether by foot, light rail, or car.
Portland calls itself the city of roses, but it certainly is not the city of sports. It lacks a pro team in three or four major sports, leaving only the NBA’s Trail Blazers. It also has an Arena Football Team, The Thunder. In the last decade or two it lost teams, including a WNBA team, another AFL team, and a minor league hockey team.
One
problem with Portland is it lacks a daily newspaper. The Oregonian publishes
several times a week. I can’t imagine being in a city without a daily
newspaper.
Portland
has its share of wandering homeless, loitering teens, and people looking
hardened by life. The city offers an architecture that varies between modern
tall buildings and two- to six-story brick buildings with old-fashioned store fronts
that look to be 50-80 years old.
I
hopped on and off the local train system, an above-ground series of lines, for
just $5. The all-day pass is a good buy, though I noticed no one ever asked to
see my ticket. It clearly survives on the honor system.
Perhaps
my trip’s highlight was visiting Powell’s, one of the best bookstores in the
entire country. In fact, the only one that I have experienced to be superior to
it is Strand’s in New York City.
Powell’s
is exactly what stores used to be—and should be. It offers informed help by
people who seem passionate and caring. The store is enormous—I think I counted
four floors of well-stocked shelves, some of which climbed 10 feet tall.
The wooden bookcases wrapped around new and used books, as well as magazines, newspapers, cards, blank journals, and a few games/toys. It has a café and an Espresso Book Machine, where within eight minutes a book from ondemand.com can be printed.
Powell’s also sells something called Vintage Reprints—copies of book no longer in print except for Powell’s ability to resell them. So Jack London’s 1907 The Road and GK Chesterton’s Eugenics and Other Evils from 1922 are alive and kicking.
The wooden bookcases wrapped around new and used books, as well as magazines, newspapers, cards, blank journals, and a few games/toys. It has a café and an Espresso Book Machine, where within eight minutes a book from ondemand.com can be printed.
Powell’s also sells something called Vintage Reprints—copies of book no longer in print except for Powell’s ability to resell them. So Jack London’s 1907 The Road and GK Chesterton’s Eugenics and Other Evils from 1922 are alive and kicking.
Unfortunately,
Powell’s is the exception and not the rule. Few are like it and many are far
removed from the quality and quantity offered at Powell’s. The independent store,
around since 1971, is a hero to book lovers, authors, publishers, and
consumers.
Portland
may just be an average city, but Powell’s is a blazing standout that smells sweet in the city of roses.
Brian Feinblum’s views, opinions, and ideas
expressed in this blog are his alone and not that of his employer, Media
Connect, the nation’s largest book promoter. You can follow him on Twitter
@theprexpert and email him at brianfeinblum@gmail.com. He feels more important when discussed in the third-person.
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