Sad end for old literary friend
THE loss of an iconic shop is a little like the death of a friend. No retail establishment, not the most glorious of fashion houses, compares with a great bookshop, and Dublin over the years has suffered the loss of too many.
Probably the one that struck home most piercingly was Greene's, because of its remarkable age and unmistakable atmosphere. Poky and dusty, yes, but customers would have had it no other way. A place to find bargains. And a place to introduce young people to literature when they bought their second-hand schoolbooks.
Waterstones was different: relatively new, architecturally remarkable, an institution in its own way, famed for its much-admired staff and its readers' cafe, the ultimate location for browsing.