Bookshop cats are essential, if not always helpful.
I'm a used and rare bookseller based in Aurora, Ontario. I began selling books in 1987 in an open shop in Newmarket, Ontario called Starlight Books. The store did well, and I sold it in 1992. Since then I've sold books by internet and mail order only.
While I carry a general stock covering most topics, you'll find a strong bias towards books on Canadian history, indigenous history, horses, aviation, motorsports, and military history. This reflects my personal interests — as with most booksellers' specialities. If such a motley selection seems curious to you, well: my parents were both drivers on the Can-Am circuit for Team Renault in the 1960s, my mother was a bush pilot until fairly recently, and I've had horses all my life.
As for the store name, Irolita comes from the fairy tales of the 17th-century French salons — that remarkable circle of women writers who gave the genre its shape. The most famous of them, Marie-Catherine Le Jumel de Barneville, Baroness d'Aulnoy, coined the term contes de fées (fairy tales), and wrote the first tale to feature "Prince Charming". Charles Perrault — usually credited as the founder of the modern fairy tale — published his first fairy tales several years after d'Aulnoy.
Where the men tended toward simpler moral tales, the women of the salons wrote stories that were subversive and complex, centered on the agency of women. The fairy tale, in their hands, became a kind of literary camouflage — a way to explore forced marriage, social justice, and intellectual independence under the cover of enchantment.
Irolita, the Princess of the Linnets, appears in the work of Henriette-Julie de Murat — another of these women, and another who has largely faded from memory. Irolita's tale appears as a story within a story, offered as a gift of hope to someone in captivity, proof that even when trapped, the mind remains free through stories. It seemed a fitting name for a bookshop.
Some Favourite Books
In no particular order, and subject to change without notice.
Mowat, Farley — Grey Seas Under
Non-fiction. A miscellany of events from the logs of an ocean-going salvage tug based in Halifax, NS.
Huffaker, Clair — The Cowboy and the Cossack
A western that transcends the genre. A cattle drive across Siberia in the late 1800s.
Shute, Nevil — Trustee From the Toolroom
A tiny perfect story of a little grey man who does the impossible.
Shute, Nevil — Pied Piper
A WWII novel of an old man who walks across France at the beginning of the war, accidentally rescuing children.
Yeats, William Butler — poems
Not much to say except that he was the best.
Zelazny, Roger — The Amber Chronicles
Fabulous, vividly visual fantasy. The first five are the best.
Smith, Linnell — ...And Miles to Go: The Biography of a Great Arabian Horse, Witez II
Non-fiction. An Arabian horse born in Poland just before WWII, rescued by grooms who led him back and forth across Poland on foot during the German invasion. He went on to become a champion sire in the US in his old age.
Davies, Robertson — Leaven of Malice
It's a gem.
Van Herk, Aritha — The Tent-Peg
Strange but fascinating novel set in the Canadian Arctic.
King, Laurie R. — The Beekeeper's Apprentice
A brilliant and irascible young woman runs into Sherlock Holmes after his retirement.
Laurence, Margaret — The Diviners
Perhaps I like it because it reminds me so much of my own prairie childhood.
Perry, Thomas — Metzger's Dog
A very quirky caper novel. Perry's books are all good.
Hardy, Thomas — Jude the Obscure
Dark and dreary and rather horrible. Also one of the most powerful novels I've ever read.
Tey, Josephine — Brat Farrar
A lovely British murder mystery in the classic style.
Du Bois, William Pene — Lazy Tommy Pumpkinhead
Maybe not a favourite now. But I loved it when I was six.
Appleton, Victor — Tom Swift series
Another childhood favourite.
Goerner, Fred — The Search for Amelia Earhart
I don't know if it was actually good — but it was the first adult book I ever read. I was seven. I'm not sure how much I understood, but I could tell she was dashing. Kinda like my Mom.
King, Thomas — Medicine River
And if you can't find his books, just listen to him on CBC Radio.
MacGill-Eain, Somhairle (MacLean, Sorley) — Reothairt is Contraigh: Taghadh de Dhain 1932–72
My Gaelic is pretty bad, but this collection has facing-page translations by the author. Lovely poems in either language.
Cope, Wendy — Serious Concerns
More poetry. Goofy, but brilliantly pointed. And very funny.