The Winnetka Bookstall

The drive north from Chicago was charm in a car. For once, I forsook (forsaked?) MapQuest and decided to just drive along Lake Michigan. I was rewarded with a tour of Chicago’s mansioned suburbs and constant views of dusk over water though a 20-minute drive turned into a one-hour-and-forty-minute drive after repeatedly getting lost those suburbs ...

Winnetka is one such suburb and the Book Stall is a well-thought-of independent bookstore in the heart of it. The reading went well, even though I was head-to-head with the author James Morris and his book about churches. The best part was a woman in the audience who had once lived in Big Sur, met Henry Miller and attended Anais Nin’s funeral. She has plenty of archives and if all goes well, I shall get to thumb through them in the near future.

Photo: Jay of Bookstall fame ...