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A Weed in My Flower Garden: Remembering George Whitman of Shakespeare and Company

By posted at 6:00 am on January 13, 2012 2

I have been one of the few to extract a plausible living from a bookshop. When I was hired to work at Shakespeare and Company, Sylvia Whitman had recently taken over running the place from her father, George. She wanted a permanent staff to confront the multitudes who flooded in on a daily basis, and she knew a good salary would keep people around. I was glad Sylvia was my boss. She was sweet and even tempered, while George was known to be irascible and unpredictable. Furthermore, everyone told me that George “didn’t like men.” (At one of his heralded Sunday breakfasts, he spied a single boy among the crowd of young female admirers and remarked, with narrowed eyes, “There’s a weed in my flower garden.”)

My shift lasted from 6 p.m. to midnight. Sylvia warned me that George often came down in the evening, after she’d gone home, to engage in sabotage. Father and daughter were embroiled in a simmering conflict over “improvements.”  Telephone, or cash register, or books organized by genre  — George was revolted by the idea. A few weeks earlier, under orders from the French authorities, the famously-treacherous staircase, described by Anaïs Nin as “unbelievable,” was taken down and replaced by a wider, sturdier, more conventional thing. Enraged, George attacked it with a hammer. The night of my first shift, I sat at the register, nervous that he would renew his assault.  What should I do if he appeared with that hammer again? But when he turned up midway through the evening, it was not the stairs he had in mind. A friend was coming from Atlantic City. We needed another bed! Ignoring the line of waiting customers, George ordered me to climb out onto the dilapidated roof (of the 16th-century building) to retrieve a piece of rotting plywood, skewered with nails. I obliged, of course. Later, he brought me gluey pancakes, which I clandestinely flushed down the toilet.

When readings were held outside the shop, George would sometimes throw chewed pieces of chicken out the fourth-story window. This was a snack for Colette, the shop dog. We all prayed the scraps would not fall on the author. George was thrillingly indifferent to appearances.  When Bill Clinton visited, he descended in his pajamas to inform the former president that he had “betrayed his principals,” by executing a mentally-disabled man during his tenure as governor of Arkansas.

George was epically and, at times, autocratically uninterested in anything convenient, orderly, or efficient. Cell phones? Computers? Kindles? No thanks. If we organized the books, he disorganized them. If we brought in the cleaners, he was livid. Cockroaches roamed and flourished. The wishing well was raided constantly by gypsies. George didn’t care; as long as people had books.

Over the course of 60 years, he gave shelter to almost 40,000 people, many of that desperate genre: the aspiring writer. When I worked at the shop, we would often find scraps of paper under the stairwell that revealed themselves to be thank you notes to George from people like Langston Hughes or Graham Greene or Jacqueline Onassis. And so I, and the many thousands of others who passed through, add our not-quite-as-illustrious thank you notes to theirs.

Photo courtesy of Harriet Lye.





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2 Responses to “A Weed in My Flower Garden: Remembering George Whitman of Shakespeare and Company”

  1. James Chan
    at 11:15 am on January 13, 2012

    I was one of the 40,000 souls who passed through George Whitman’s bookstore, even though I was not a starving artist or writer. I regret not slipping a thank you note under the door before Mr Whitman passed away.
    I too was afraid that the stairs would collapse under my feet. I had the nerve to approach George, as everyone called him, and strike up a conversation with him each time I visisted. On my first visit, he invited me to tea with others the next day. Regrettably, I couldn’t make it. The second,he told me he had been urged to open a Shakespeare & Co. in China but that he declined. I wish he did: I would then have an ideal retirement job.
    A Chinese/American accounting professor in Chicago, bookworm, and father of a writer and an artist.
    PS: In honor of Mr. Whitman, I have not bought an e-book.

  2. Homage to George Whitman (1913–2011) in Paris « Jim Morrison’s Paris
    at 8:55 am on January 27, 2012

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