Penguin Book Shop - 1920s Greenwich Village
In 1924, an employee of the Penguin Book Shop in New York used this company post card to reply to a customer about an order. "J" informs the customer, whom he (or she) seems to know, that one of the books, Psychopathology of Everyday Life is on the way. Another book, Cowboy Songs, has been ordered. An eclectic reading list to be sure. What is not sure is the history of this book shop with the playful typeface in its logo. For some reason, I thought this would be an easy one to research. That's not proving to be the case. All the vital stats are on the card: Thirty-nine West Eighth is the address. The phone number is STUY 0693. And they're no help.

One other thing in the message on the card... After a status report on the books ordered, J thanks the customer for the "very liberal poirboire." I don't know a poirboire from a po'boy sandwich, so I got educated on poirboire, which in business terms is a tip or gratuity. So J's got a pretty generous customer. Whitaker lends support to that theory in her book, reporting that prosperous middle-class Americans became fascinated with the Village and began visiting from all over during the 1920s. Alas, the Penguin Book Shop barely reveals itself in a google search in the 21st century, a modern-day gauge for determining various levels of past achievements or status. I like the look and feel (as best I can grasp it) of this little book shop from nearly 90 years ago, but I'm afraid there's just not much else to report on. This card from the Roaring Twenties seems to represent a bookselling concern that went out with a whimper. An incorrect supposition? No... not unless I can find out more about this flighty Penguin.
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