|The sublimely charming Rizzoli bookstore in New York City.|
But that was then and yesterday is now. The rumors that have been swirling in the press and social media since January have been confirmed. The "beloved Rizzoli bookstore" -- the way most everyone referred to the former brownstone on West 57th street -- will be demolished and the search is on for a new location.
Rizzoli is scheduling no more events.
Of course I'm disappointed because it seemed like a dream come true to be in that rarefied atmosphere, but much more than that I find it so sad that yet another safe haven for beautiful books in the atmosphere they deserve will, according to all the press reports, be replaced by yet another glass residential tower. Art is yet again at another crossroads with commerce and, to think, Rizzoli had so exquisitely combined the two.
|Inside the store.|
I have a particular affection for the store, apart from the obvious one most of us feel just walking through the doors into what always seemed a hallowed space where words and art were safe and celebrated. One of my very, very best friends was in the Rizzoli store talking to the manager while my agent and I were discussing where to send the proposal for my book. My friend sent a text to me that said: "Send your proposal to Rizzoli. The manager told me that readers love everything French and standing here I have a really, really good feeling about this."
She was right, and the rest is a tiny part of my history with the extraordinary House of Rizzoli. I only wish it had had just one more chapter.