Article by Hans Rollmann in
The Newfoundland and Labrador Independent.CA
Smallwood’s Greatest Regret
In the Welsh county of Powys, a gentle and hilly land bordering on England, lies the village of Hay-on-Wye.
That village – and its remarkable economic revival into a centre of tourism and culture – is the focus of this piece. But first let us take a short walk out of town, along a sunny path beneath hilly sheep pastures wreathed in morning mist. The border between Britain and Wales is here divided by an innocuously gentle brook, over which a low stone bridge now bears the B-4348 highway. Just on the other edge of the bridge a signpost is bounded by roses and leans toward a slate-grey stone cottage wreathed in ivy. It points the way to the valley of Cusop Dingle.
It was here that I met my first king.
A sleepy village of about 300 souls, large stone cottages, gentle sheep slumbering beneath hedged stone walls and magnificent horses staring disdainfully at human passers-by, Cusop is the very image of the bucolic English countryside. A single road weaves through the village; a lazy and winding lane upon which fat little birds hop along undisturbed by the tread of human footsteps. I tried hurrying to meet my appointment, but hurrying was not something a lane such as this permitted easily. The hazy heat of a midsummer’s day conspired to slow me down, weaving me tight within its web; lazy flies buzzed about me and little clouds of sheep’s wool drifted in the air. The directions I’d been given left me uncertain precisely how far down this road I’d need to go; a lane such as this conveyed the feeling it could go along quite like this to eternity, yet it also exuded the sort of quality that suggested whatever I was looking for lay just beyond the next hillock.
Passing cottages, brooks, and waterfalls, one eventually reaches a point where the tight, faery-tale hedges peel back to reveal a steep and winding drive. The canopy of trees wraps the path in secluded shade, but a cheery chirping from within beckons the traveler on. The path climbs upward through the shadow of towering trees with trunks wrapped in ivy thick as chain mail. At the top of this long and winding path lies Brynmelin, the estate of Richard Booth. A used book dealer, rural revitalization activist, and self-annointed king (more on that later), Booth is a character who defies description (although this article will try). The entrance to his palace – a grand estate whose forbidding wooden door is flanked by stained glass portraits of the King himself – was imposing, until he flung it open and greeted me in a booming voice which belied his 76 years.
“You must be the New-FOUND-lander!” he proclaimed, and with a wave of his red gilt walking cane ushered me into his book-lined study. I meekly followed; what else does one do in the wake of the self-proclaimed ‘King of Hay’? He seated himself beneath a pair of crossed swords in front of a stoic wooden desk that must have borne witness to impressive eras long passed.
“I knew another New-FOUND-lander once,” he said, off-handedly. “His name…let me see now, his name was Joe Smallwood.”
I choked on my coffee. I’d come to speak with Mr. Booth about his unique and creative approaches to rural revitalization. I had rehearsed a brief answer to “What is Newfoundland?” in my head should he ask; yet here he had already surprised and left me nearly speechless.
“No way!” I stammered. Booth relaxed in his throne and nodded.
“He came up here to visit me,” he continued, nonchalantly. “In fact, he sat right where you’re sitting there now.”
It made perfect sense: Smallwood was a bibliophile who’d scoured the world for rare and used books, particularly those on Newfoundland and Labrador. It made sense he would find his way to the village sometimes called the ‘used book capital of the world’.
“In fact, he said something that had the greatest effect on me and dominated my whole career.”
I leaned in, literally on the edge of my seat (where Smallwood himself had once sat!), gaping most uselessly.
“I have an enormous respect for Joe Smallwood. And when I was talking to him in this room here, I said: what do you regret most about being prime minister of Newfoundland? And he said: well, I regret founding the University of Newfoundland.”
De-ruralization of the bookOf course, neither Booth nor Smallwood were anti-intellectuals in the slightest. In fact, both of them bear a greater legacy in the annals of intellectual endeavor than most lettered professors. Smallwood never went to college; but his lack of disciplinary grounding freed him from the intellectual cul-de-sacs of academia. He was an auto-didact (a fancy way of saying that he practised the age-old Newfoundland tradition of teaching himself the things that mattered). He read widely, became expert in countless subjects, and popularized them through the publication of the famous ‘Books of Newfoundland’ and other writings.
He was also a fanatical reader: he traveled the world collecting books, and one of the greatest losses to Newfoundland and Labrador is the fact his library was broken up and sold upon his death, rather than being preserved in a collection in the university that he himself founded (or elsewhere in the province which he also happened to found). Mind you, a used book dealer such as Booth might find something appropriate in that: rather than being locked away in an ivory tower, Smallwood’s books were loosed upon the world, to inspire minds the world over and seed great legacies of their own.
Smallwood’s regret, according to my regal host, lay more in the university’s failure to fulfill its true potential. Rather than invigorating rural communities, it drew away the most promising intellects out of those communities, and in its drive to commercialize knowledge for the benefit of the bureaucracies which dominate large urban centres has left rural areas barren and suffering.
Booth reflected on the irony of Smallwood’s legacy.
“Joe Smallwood…he made professors of history there at the Newfoundland university, but he still had to go and write the best-selling book on Newfoundland himself,” he observed.
A study in contrastsIn the case of Booth, as a member of the “stranded gentry”, as he put it, he received the most prestigious of educations. Yet rather than yoking it to the familiar ploughed fields of other Oxford graduates, he struck out on his own in a most dynamic way.
He, like Smallwood, was appalled and saddened to see the constant outflowing of youth – of the best brains – from the rural hinterlands they both so loved. And Booth, like Smallwood, dedicated himself to turning that around. Where Smallwood sought union with Canada, Booth sought a unique form of independence for his own little polity in the region of Hay-on-Wye.
He began by traveling widely, purchasing truckloads of used books from public libraries and other biblio-venues that were closing across the UK and other countries. He shipped the books back to Hay and proceeded to open one of the largest used bookstores in the UK.
But this was not just a small business endeavor. It was the beginning of a new economic model. Booth had decided he would build an economic system around the used book. His approach embraces an eclectic blend of internationalism and regionalism; philosophy and economics.
Yet what’s remarkable is that it worked. Inspired by his example, and the potential it hinted at, others followed suit. Booth single-handedly kickstarted a regional revival. Today, Hay-on-Wye is renowned as one of the used book capitals of the world. Visitors can obtain maps of the town featuring dozens of important stops in the way of used bookstores, as well as artisanal and traditional book-binding companies. There are bookshops on every corner, up and down every street. The castle grounds have been turned into an ‘Honesty Bookstore’ – shelves line the castle walls and buyers can leave their money in a large red box by the gate. Banners made from book covers crown a festive square; even alleyways have been turned into open-air bookshops. The village hosts what is claimed to be the UK’s only full-fledged poetry bookstore; around the corner a bookstore specializing in murder mysteries looms large (with chalk outline dominating the laneway). At times, the town has hosted over 60 used bookstores.
It’s had spin-off effects, too. Owing to its connection with the printed word, Hay now hosts one of the world’s largest literary festivals, which has attracted the likes of Bill Clinton and others. A spin-off of that is a recently founded philosophy festival.
It’s an astounding turn-around for this rural town of less than 2,000 people. And while Booth has now sold his original shop and in many ways retired, he continues to lurk in the background, a sort of King Arthur who rises again when the need arises (last month, it was to open a local food products festival in full royal regalia).
Respect for the localYet at the core of Booth’s accomplishments – which have built an international tourist phenomenon almost from scratch – lies a profound respect for local knowledge and local learning. Booth shared Smallwood’s criticism for what universities have become. From drawing the best brains out of rural regions just when those rural areas needed intelligent and creative thinking the most, to inventing and commercializing destructive chemical agents like Agent Orange, to technological complicity in the demise of the honeybee, Booth is intensely critical of what universities have become. And he sees, paradoxically, a superior form of learning in the second-hand book.
“I could bore you with another hour or two conversation about the damage caused by the university, but…if you take a second-hand book, it’s a new aspect of knowledge. If you look up something on the internet, it’s an old aspect of knowledge.”
His idea takes some getting used to, but it makes sense: in a world of recycled mass-produced knowledge, the terabytes of data available on the Internet represent simply the most common of ideas and information. In such a world, the truly unique and hidden knowledge resides in the ignored and discarded second-hand books; repositories of so much more information than that refurbished by mass media. It is in our engagement with these second-hand books that truly creative ideas can emerge. And that’s just the beginning of their value, according to Booth.
An economic model of the second-hand book“The book is the perfect symbol of a nation’s culture. And therefore it is the perfect partner of the tourist industry…The best tourist economy is the rural economy. The best tourist information is from rural scholars, and rural knowledge. And [this leads to] tourism with community input, and a tourism acceptable to the international world.”
Booth saw in the poverty of rural Wales an opportunity to turn that very poverty into a strength. The second-hand book was considered by many to be an object of little value, but Booth realized that if concentrated and presented properly, a new form of value could take root, and one whose value was more than merely commercial.
“The original idea for rural regeneration in Hay was that only an economy of poverty could have an enormous international influence. That economy of poverty I now see as billions of books, which would otherwise have been destroyed.”
He emphasizes that it’s not just books in general that ought to be promoted, but second-hand books in particular. He’s critical of those who do not distinguish the commercialism of the modern book industry from the latent power and value of second-hand books.
In a world of recycled mass-produced knowledge, the terabytes of data available on the Internet represent simply the most common of ideas and information. In such a world, the truly unique and hidden knowledge resides in the ignored and discarded second-hand books…
“They’re pretending there’s no difference between a new and a second-hand book, which of course there is. The new book promoted by its author is a national economy. The second-hand book promoted by its subject is an international economy.”
There’s a deeply philosophical core to Booth’s ideas, but by combining it with entrepreneurial savvy his accomplishments have been remarkable. Booth has a knack for turning weakness into strength. His first used book initiatives began taking root at the same time as the growth in the container transport industry. While that industry was destroying rural economies by allowing for the economical transportation of cheap goods around the world, thereby displacing local industry and workers, Booth realized that he could kickstart his used book economy in Hay by applying this new and cheap form of transportation to an unorthodox trade product: the second-hand book. “You could send a million books around the world at the same time. And an economy that cost a million jobs, could create a million jobs.”
“You’ve got a commodity [used books] available in billions. What I would say is that re-use is ecologically more desirable than recycling, so the world’s largest economy of poverty becomes the world’s largest green economy.”
He’s taken his ideas beyond Wales, and helped to build an international network of what he calls ‘booktowns’ – towns across the world that have embraced his ideas around the adoption of an economic model rooted in second-hand books. He scoffs at the idea that rural hinterlands are full of rednecks and cannot become centres of learning and literary culture. By showering thousands and hundreds of thousands of books upon them, anything is possible, he suggests. Later this summer he’s traveling to a small spot in Iceland called Selfoss to help inaugurate a booktown there.
And it doesn’t even have to require any intensive training. Booth’s argument is that any of us can, if we so choose, become a curator of part of that great store of humanity’s legacy which is contained in the second-hand book. While Booth’s passion is the second-hand book, his comments led me to wonder whether he has tapped into an idea which could be applied to other untapped areas of human culture and endeavor.
“I mean anybody can be a small bookseller. Basically it would take you about five minutes to become a formal bookseller. You just learn to work with your hands, and therefore you become efficient. We had one fellow who was interested in Victorian sewers, and so he bought a lot of books…and then he made the finest collection on Victorian sewers. You can do anything. But it’s all these things you don’t know exist that come from the second-hand book. These things which don’t come from the internet.”
While scouring bookshops in Hay, a chat I had in one bookstore bore out his idealism. It turns out the owner of that shop had started out with a small cartload of books, selling them on the side of the road some 14 years earlier. Now his initiative had grown into a gorgeous two-storey bookshop full of ornately decorated nooks and crannies.
Booth sees the second-hand book as a vital link in the struggle against a mass media that is both crassly commercial and devoid of original content.
“But the book was invented as an object of information, and so it can easily outperform – particularly in conjunction with the two major dynamics of civilization which are the book and travel – it can easily out-perform the mass media.”
“I’m [currently] working with somebody who wants to build a Chinese booktown,” he explains. “You’re always looking at the economics of the by-product. So if you buy, say, an obscure little edition of Shakespeare published in 1870, there’s probably hundreds of Romeo and Juliet’s published in obscure little editions and with terribly different editors, and so you can make an obscure village in China the world’s greatest authority on Romeo and Juliet. You know? It’s looking at the book intellectually, instead of commercially.”
China offers an exciting opportunity: Booth is particularly keen on his used book model moving beyond the confines of the English language.
I note that there’s no ‘booktown’ yet in Newfoundland and Labrador, and Booth is gripped by the idea.
“That’s what I would want more than anything. I’d say there should be a booktown in Newfoundland. But it should be based above all on a second role for the book. The book is no longer an object you buy and sell. It’s an object you use for promotion into the international world. Because the book unites us, while the mass media divides us. All these booktowns grow spontaneously because people feel all these books are being thrown away, and isn’t that a pity.”
I can see why Smallwood and Booth got along so well. They both thought big, and with a uniquely creative style. With his efforts at launching industries around rubber boots, chocolates, and more, Smallwood was clearly casting about for something that would define Newfoundland’s place in the world and revive rural economies. He didn’t quite succeed, but Booth has: with the second-hand book. And his aspirations now revolve around spreading that idea at an international level. He’s even exploring the production of an international atlas of literary topography. For him, the international character of literature and the spread of the second-hand book means an economy based on that product by needs promotes internationalism, and a healthy form of the international economy.
“We’ve got to look at a new international form of democracy, which I think justifies Joe Smallwood’s passion for second-hand books.”
I note that Smallwood would probably have loved the idea. Booth smiles, remembering his talks with the man in this very study 40 years ago.
“Please convey my admiration for Joe Smallwood,” he emphasizes. “I don’t want to be controversial, but after 40 years, I’d say he was the only intelligent prime minister I have ever met.”
PublicityMuch like Smallwood, Booth has always had a knack for publicity. He proclaimed himself ‘King of Hay’; he routinely declares independence from the UK; he once purchased a Rolls Royce of which a local sculptor produced a full-size replica out of books. Some years ago a group of rebel, ‘republican’ booksellers in Hay organised a coup, overthrew the king and beheaded him in effigy; a publicity stunt in which Booth enthusiastically participated.
Yet what these forms of publicity bear in common is creativity, spectacle, and public participation. Much like the literary and philosophy festivals that now also draw people to the town, they’re grounded in the authentic participation and direction of local people and community. While Booth is critical of some of the commercialized aspects these endeavors have taken on, he also recognizes that they have in many ways assumed a life of their own.
What Booth particularly despises is the modern approach to publicity and marketing which, he feels, wastes countless billions of dollars on profoundly useless marketing campaigns that neither put money back into the hands of the community, nor provide an authentic representation of the communities and things they represent.
“If tourism [draws] the international world, scholarship could do it far better than the billions of pounds of stupid advertising which is spent on international tourism at the moment. I mean when I’m in Heathrow or any airport, you see a great big advertisement the size of that bookcase that says ‘Wonderful in the Caribbean’ and a naked Korean girl. Or ‘Wonderful in Malaysia’ and a naked Malaysian girl.”
This type of marketing, he feels, both undermines authentic local growth as well as insults the communities it advertises. It has led, he says, to the creation of a ‘brochure culture’ where overpriced marketing takes the place of authentic locally-driven self-promotion. In a pamphlet he produced, titled “God Save Us From The Development Board for Rural Wales”, he’s blunt and to the point: “Why should bureaucracies produce publicity material costing about 2.000 pounds when the small businessman can scarcely afford an advert that might cost about 100 pounds?” He recalls attending ‘rural development’ meetings where government bureaucrats and other ‘experts’ purported to tell rural people how to improve their lives and tried to sell them ‘Small Business Kits’. “Like all their expensively produced literature, it was ten times more lavish than necessary and an insult to the poverty of the area.”
He notes, with some irony, that in the Welsh language the word for ‘development’ is only one letter different from the word for ‘destruction’.
The bureaucracy behind rural development frustrates Booth immensely. In his own literature he recalls traveling throughout rural Wales and discovering skilled, hardworking locals driven into bankruptcy because government development agencies required elaborate business plans and capital investments in order to provide business loans, instead of trusting to the locals to draw on their traditional support networks and ingenuity to cut through red tape and make things work. Arbitrary regional boundaries meant new factories had to be built while abandoned factories lay just a few miles away in an adjacent county; regulations required new equipment be purchased for factories, while second-hand equipment was invariably cheaper and of higher quality.
Booth offers a scathing critique of government- and ‘expert’-driven top-down approaches to rural development. Yet what distinguishes his critique is that he spearheaded an alternative movement, and one that succeeded remarkably well.
I asked Booth whether he had any parting advice for rural communities struggling for survival around the world.
“Rural areas have got to think for themselves,” he said.
“And don’t trust anybody who produces a brochure.”
- See more at: http://theindependent.ca/tag/hay-on-wye/#sthash.PvEnwpJc.dpuf
In the Welsh county of Powys, a gentle and hilly land bordering on England, lies the village of Hay-on-Wye.
That village – and its remarkable economic revival into a centre of tourism and culture – is the focus of this piece. But first let us take a short walk out of town, along a sunny path beneath hilly sheep pastures wreathed in morning mist. The border between Britain and Wales is here divided by an innocuously gentle brook, over which a low stone bridge now bears the B-4348 highway. Just on the other edge of the bridge a signpost is bounded by roses and leans toward a slate-grey stone cottage wreathed in ivy. It points the way to the valley of Cusop Dingle.
It was here that I met my first king.
A sleepy village of about 300 souls, large stone cottages, gentle sheep slumbering beneath hedged stone walls and magnificent horses staring disdainfully at human passers-by, Cusop is the very image of the bucolic English countryside. A single road weaves through the village; a lazy and winding lane upon which fat little birds hop along undisturbed by the tread of human footsteps. I tried hurrying to meet my appointment, but hurrying was not something a lane such as this permitted easily. The hazy heat of a midsummer’s day conspired to slow me down, weaving me tight within its web; lazy flies buzzed about me and little clouds of sheep’s wool drifted in the air. The directions I’d been given left me uncertain precisely how far down this road I’d need to go; a lane such as this conveyed the feeling it could go along quite like this to eternity, yet it also exuded the sort of quality that suggested whatever I was looking for lay just beyond the next hillock.
Passing cottages, brooks, and waterfalls, one eventually reaches a point where the tight, faery-tale hedges peel back to reveal a steep and winding drive. The canopy of trees wraps the path in secluded shade, but a cheery chirping from within beckons the traveler on. The path climbs upward through the shadow of towering trees with trunks wrapped in ivy thick as chain mail. At the top of this long and winding path lies Brynmelin, the estate of Richard Booth. A used book dealer, rural revitalization activist, and self-annointed king (more on that later), Booth is a character who defies description (although this article will try). The entrance to his palace – a grand estate whose forbidding wooden door is flanked by stained glass portraits of the King himself – was imposing, until he flung it open and greeted me in a booming voice which belied his 76 years.
“You must be the New-FOUND-lander!” he proclaimed, and with a wave of his red gilt walking cane ushered me into his book-lined study. I meekly followed; what else does one do in the wake of the self-proclaimed ‘King of Hay’? He seated himself beneath a pair of crossed swords in front of a stoic wooden desk that must have borne witness to impressive eras long passed.
“I knew another New-FOUND-lander once,” he said, off-handedly. “His name…let me see now, his name was Joe Smallwood.”
I choked on my coffee. I’d come to speak with Mr. Booth about his unique and creative approaches to rural revitalization. I had rehearsed a brief answer to “What is Newfoundland?” in my head should he ask; yet here he had already surprised and left me nearly speechless.
“No way!” I stammered. Booth relaxed in his throne and nodded.
“He came up here to visit me,” he continued, nonchalantly. “In fact, he sat right where you’re sitting there now.”
It made perfect sense: Smallwood was a bibliophile who’d scoured the world for rare and used books, particularly those on Newfoundland and Labrador. It made sense he would find his way to the village sometimes called the ‘used book capital of the world’.
“In fact, he said something that had the greatest effect on me and dominated my whole career.”
I leaned in, literally on the edge of my seat (where Smallwood himself had once sat!), gaping most uselessly.
“I have an enormous respect for Joe Smallwood. And when I was talking to him in this room here, I said: what do you regret most about being prime minister of Newfoundland? And he said: well, I regret founding the University of Newfoundland.”
De-ruralization of the bookOf course, neither Booth nor Smallwood were anti-intellectuals in the slightest. In fact, both of them bear a greater legacy in the annals of intellectual endeavor than most lettered professors. Smallwood never went to college; but his lack of disciplinary grounding freed him from the intellectual cul-de-sacs of academia. He was an auto-didact (a fancy way of saying that he practised the age-old Newfoundland tradition of teaching himself the things that mattered). He read widely, became expert in countless subjects, and popularized them through the publication of the famous ‘Books of Newfoundland’ and other writings.
He was also a fanatical reader: he traveled the world collecting books, and one of the greatest losses to Newfoundland and Labrador is the fact his library was broken up and sold upon his death, rather than being preserved in a collection in the university that he himself founded (or elsewhere in the province which he also happened to found). Mind you, a used book dealer such as Booth might find something appropriate in that: rather than being locked away in an ivory tower, Smallwood’s books were loosed upon the world, to inspire minds the world over and seed great legacies of their own.
Smallwood’s regret, according to my regal host, lay more in the university’s failure to fulfill its true potential. Rather than invigorating rural communities, it drew away the most promising intellects out of those communities, and in its drive to commercialize knowledge for the benefit of the bureaucracies which dominate large urban centres has left rural areas barren and suffering.
Booth reflected on the irony of Smallwood’s legacy.
“Joe Smallwood…he made professors of history there at the Newfoundland university, but he still had to go and write the best-selling book on Newfoundland himself,” he observed.
A study in contrastsIn the case of Booth, as a member of the “stranded gentry”, as he put it, he received the most prestigious of educations. Yet rather than yoking it to the familiar ploughed fields of other Oxford graduates, he struck out on his own in a most dynamic way.
He, like Smallwood, was appalled and saddened to see the constant outflowing of youth – of the best brains – from the rural hinterlands they both so loved. And Booth, like Smallwood, dedicated himself to turning that around. Where Smallwood sought union with Canada, Booth sought a unique form of independence for his own little polity in the region of Hay-on-Wye.
He began by traveling widely, purchasing truckloads of used books from public libraries and other biblio-venues that were closing across the UK and other countries. He shipped the books back to Hay and proceeded to open one of the largest used bookstores in the UK.
But this was not just a small business endeavor. It was the beginning of a new economic model. Booth had decided he would build an economic system around the used book. His approach embraces an eclectic blend of internationalism and regionalism; philosophy and economics.
Yet what’s remarkable is that it worked. Inspired by his example, and the potential it hinted at, others followed suit. Booth single-handedly kickstarted a regional revival. Today, Hay-on-Wye is renowned as one of the used book capitals of the world. Visitors can obtain maps of the town featuring dozens of important stops in the way of used bookstores, as well as artisanal and traditional book-binding companies. There are bookshops on every corner, up and down every street. The castle grounds have been turned into an ‘Honesty Bookstore’ – shelves line the castle walls and buyers can leave their money in a large red box by the gate. Banners made from book covers crown a festive square; even alleyways have been turned into open-air bookshops. The village hosts what is claimed to be the UK’s only full-fledged poetry bookstore; around the corner a bookstore specializing in murder mysteries looms large (with chalk outline dominating the laneway). At times, the town has hosted over 60 used bookstores.
It’s had spin-off effects, too. Owing to its connection with the printed word, Hay now hosts one of the world’s largest literary festivals, which has attracted the likes of Bill Clinton and others. A spin-off of that is a recently founded philosophy festival.
It’s an astounding turn-around for this rural town of less than 2,000 people. And while Booth has now sold his original shop and in many ways retired, he continues to lurk in the background, a sort of King Arthur who rises again when the need arises (last month, it was to open a local food products festival in full royal regalia).
Respect for the localYet at the core of Booth’s accomplishments – which have built an international tourist phenomenon almost from scratch – lies a profound respect for local knowledge and local learning. Booth shared Smallwood’s criticism for what universities have become. From drawing the best brains out of rural regions just when those rural areas needed intelligent and creative thinking the most, to inventing and commercializing destructive chemical agents like Agent Orange, to technological complicity in the demise of the honeybee, Booth is intensely critical of what universities have become. And he sees, paradoxically, a superior form of learning in the second-hand book.
“I could bore you with another hour or two conversation about the damage caused by the university, but…if you take a second-hand book, it’s a new aspect of knowledge. If you look up something on the internet, it’s an old aspect of knowledge.”
His idea takes some getting used to, but it makes sense: in a world of recycled mass-produced knowledge, the terabytes of data available on the Internet represent simply the most common of ideas and information. In such a world, the truly unique and hidden knowledge resides in the ignored and discarded second-hand books; repositories of so much more information than that refurbished by mass media. It is in our engagement with these second-hand books that truly creative ideas can emerge. And that’s just the beginning of their value, according to Booth.
An economic model of the second-hand book“The book is the perfect symbol of a nation’s culture. And therefore it is the perfect partner of the tourist industry…The best tourist economy is the rural economy. The best tourist information is from rural scholars, and rural knowledge. And [this leads to] tourism with community input, and a tourism acceptable to the international world.”
Booth saw in the poverty of rural Wales an opportunity to turn that very poverty into a strength. The second-hand book was considered by many to be an object of little value, but Booth realized that if concentrated and presented properly, a new form of value could take root, and one whose value was more than merely commercial.
“The original idea for rural regeneration in Hay was that only an economy of poverty could have an enormous international influence. That economy of poverty I now see as billions of books, which would otherwise have been destroyed.”
He emphasizes that it’s not just books in general that ought to be promoted, but second-hand books in particular. He’s critical of those who do not distinguish the commercialism of the modern book industry from the latent power and value of second-hand books.
In a world of recycled mass-produced knowledge, the terabytes of data available on the Internet represent simply the most common of ideas and information. In such a world, the truly unique and hidden knowledge resides in the ignored and discarded second-hand books…
“They’re pretending there’s no difference between a new and a second-hand book, which of course there is. The new book promoted by its author is a national economy. The second-hand book promoted by its subject is an international economy.”
There’s a deeply philosophical core to Booth’s ideas, but by combining it with entrepreneurial savvy his accomplishments have been remarkable. Booth has a knack for turning weakness into strength. His first used book initiatives began taking root at the same time as the growth in the container transport industry. While that industry was destroying rural economies by allowing for the economical transportation of cheap goods around the world, thereby displacing local industry and workers, Booth realized that he could kickstart his used book economy in Hay by applying this new and cheap form of transportation to an unorthodox trade product: the second-hand book. “You could send a million books around the world at the same time. And an economy that cost a million jobs, could create a million jobs.”
“You’ve got a commodity [used books] available in billions. What I would say is that re-use is ecologically more desirable than recycling, so the world’s largest economy of poverty becomes the world’s largest green economy.”
He’s taken his ideas beyond Wales, and helped to build an international network of what he calls ‘booktowns’ – towns across the world that have embraced his ideas around the adoption of an economic model rooted in second-hand books. He scoffs at the idea that rural hinterlands are full of rednecks and cannot become centres of learning and literary culture. By showering thousands and hundreds of thousands of books upon them, anything is possible, he suggests. Later this summer he’s traveling to a small spot in Iceland called Selfoss to help inaugurate a booktown there.
And it doesn’t even have to require any intensive training. Booth’s argument is that any of us can, if we so choose, become a curator of part of that great store of humanity’s legacy which is contained in the second-hand book. While Booth’s passion is the second-hand book, his comments led me to wonder whether he has tapped into an idea which could be applied to other untapped areas of human culture and endeavor.
“I mean anybody can be a small bookseller. Basically it would take you about five minutes to become a formal bookseller. You just learn to work with your hands, and therefore you become efficient. We had one fellow who was interested in Victorian sewers, and so he bought a lot of books…and then he made the finest collection on Victorian sewers. You can do anything. But it’s all these things you don’t know exist that come from the second-hand book. These things which don’t come from the internet.”
While scouring bookshops in Hay, a chat I had in one bookstore bore out his idealism. It turns out the owner of that shop had started out with a small cartload of books, selling them on the side of the road some 14 years earlier. Now his initiative had grown into a gorgeous two-storey bookshop full of ornately decorated nooks and crannies.
Booth sees the second-hand book as a vital link in the struggle against a mass media that is both crassly commercial and devoid of original content.
“But the book was invented as an object of information, and so it can easily outperform – particularly in conjunction with the two major dynamics of civilization which are the book and travel – it can easily out-perform the mass media.”
“I’m [currently] working with somebody who wants to build a Chinese booktown,” he explains. “You’re always looking at the economics of the by-product. So if you buy, say, an obscure little edition of Shakespeare published in 1870, there’s probably hundreds of Romeo and Juliet’s published in obscure little editions and with terribly different editors, and so you can make an obscure village in China the world’s greatest authority on Romeo and Juliet. You know? It’s looking at the book intellectually, instead of commercially.”
China offers an exciting opportunity: Booth is particularly keen on his used book model moving beyond the confines of the English language.
I note that there’s no ‘booktown’ yet in Newfoundland and Labrador, and Booth is gripped by the idea.
“That’s what I would want more than anything. I’d say there should be a booktown in Newfoundland. But it should be based above all on a second role for the book. The book is no longer an object you buy and sell. It’s an object you use for promotion into the international world. Because the book unites us, while the mass media divides us. All these booktowns grow spontaneously because people feel all these books are being thrown away, and isn’t that a pity.”
I can see why Smallwood and Booth got along so well. They both thought big, and with a uniquely creative style. With his efforts at launching industries around rubber boots, chocolates, and more, Smallwood was clearly casting about for something that would define Newfoundland’s place in the world and revive rural economies. He didn’t quite succeed, but Booth has: with the second-hand book. And his aspirations now revolve around spreading that idea at an international level. He’s even exploring the production of an international atlas of literary topography. For him, the international character of literature and the spread of the second-hand book means an economy based on that product by needs promotes internationalism, and a healthy form of the international economy.
“We’ve got to look at a new international form of democracy, which I think justifies Joe Smallwood’s passion for second-hand books.”
I note that Smallwood would probably have loved the idea. Booth smiles, remembering his talks with the man in this very study 40 years ago.
“Please convey my admiration for Joe Smallwood,” he emphasizes. “I don’t want to be controversial, but after 40 years, I’d say he was the only intelligent prime minister I have ever met.”
PublicityMuch like Smallwood, Booth has always had a knack for publicity. He proclaimed himself ‘King of Hay’; he routinely declares independence from the UK; he once purchased a Rolls Royce of which a local sculptor produced a full-size replica out of books. Some years ago a group of rebel, ‘republican’ booksellers in Hay organised a coup, overthrew the king and beheaded him in effigy; a publicity stunt in which Booth enthusiastically participated.
Yet what these forms of publicity bear in common is creativity, spectacle, and public participation. Much like the literary and philosophy festivals that now also draw people to the town, they’re grounded in the authentic participation and direction of local people and community. While Booth is critical of some of the commercialized aspects these endeavors have taken on, he also recognizes that they have in many ways assumed a life of their own.
What Booth particularly despises is the modern approach to publicity and marketing which, he feels, wastes countless billions of dollars on profoundly useless marketing campaigns that neither put money back into the hands of the community, nor provide an authentic representation of the communities and things they represent.
“If tourism [draws] the international world, scholarship could do it far better than the billions of pounds of stupid advertising which is spent on international tourism at the moment. I mean when I’m in Heathrow or any airport, you see a great big advertisement the size of that bookcase that says ‘Wonderful in the Caribbean’ and a naked Korean girl. Or ‘Wonderful in Malaysia’ and a naked Malaysian girl.”
This type of marketing, he feels, both undermines authentic local growth as well as insults the communities it advertises. It has led, he says, to the creation of a ‘brochure culture’ where overpriced marketing takes the place of authentic locally-driven self-promotion. In a pamphlet he produced, titled “God Save Us From The Development Board for Rural Wales”, he’s blunt and to the point: “Why should bureaucracies produce publicity material costing about 2.000 pounds when the small businessman can scarcely afford an advert that might cost about 100 pounds?” He recalls attending ‘rural development’ meetings where government bureaucrats and other ‘experts’ purported to tell rural people how to improve their lives and tried to sell them ‘Small Business Kits’. “Like all their expensively produced literature, it was ten times more lavish than necessary and an insult to the poverty of the area.”
He notes, with some irony, that in the Welsh language the word for ‘development’ is only one letter different from the word for ‘destruction’.
The bureaucracy behind rural development frustrates Booth immensely. In his own literature he recalls traveling throughout rural Wales and discovering skilled, hardworking locals driven into bankruptcy because government development agencies required elaborate business plans and capital investments in order to provide business loans, instead of trusting to the locals to draw on their traditional support networks and ingenuity to cut through red tape and make things work. Arbitrary regional boundaries meant new factories had to be built while abandoned factories lay just a few miles away in an adjacent county; regulations required new equipment be purchased for factories, while second-hand equipment was invariably cheaper and of higher quality.
Booth offers a scathing critique of government- and ‘expert’-driven top-down approaches to rural development. Yet what distinguishes his critique is that he spearheaded an alternative movement, and one that succeeded remarkably well.
I asked Booth whether he had any parting advice for rural communities struggling for survival around the world.
“Rural areas have got to think for themselves,” he said.
“And don’t trust anybody who produces a brochure.”
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With many thanks to Hans Rollmann for permission to reproduce this article.
Richard Booth, Coeur de Livre, King of Hay.
An interview by Dick Davis
Richard Booth is a promoter, an iconoclast, a bohemian, a Welsh Merry Prankster, high on books, not drugs. His great success in life was to create the world’s largest, used bookstore in an unlikely, out-of-the-way, rural, dying community, Hay-on-Wye, Wales. My Kingdom of Books is his story, and sadly with the Internet that kingdom is now in decline. But Hay-on-Wye due to Peter Florence, also a promoter and founder of the Literary Festival, there is a second act, which brings Hay-on-Wye fame and some fortune.
It was the Literary Festival that I attended, but it was Richard Booth whom I met.
Richard Booth’s autobiography is the story of his success, much accidental, certainly not planned. The elements not even understood or predicted by Booth were 1. His parents moved to rural Hay-on-Wye where shops in 1961 were boarded up and cheap space was available. 2. Library collections, private and public were in transition, taking up space that either was costly or needed for other uses. 3. Containerization made packing and transport of whole libraries inexpensive. 4. Jet travel opened up an international market bringing customers to Hay-on-Wye.
Accidentally having arrived in Hay-on-Wye, seeing a plethora of second hand book stores and hearing of Richard Booth and his antics I went into King of Books, one of his smaller shops, met Pat who sat at the desk, answered questions and rang up sales and asked if I could interview Richard Booth. That was Saturday. Pat phoned Richard, mentioned I was a writer and set up an appointment for 11:30 a.m. Sunday morning. As I was leaving the shop, Pat said, “Knock loudly. Richard is getting hard of hearing.”
There was nothing to do Sunday morning except read and walk. I chose to walk to Richard Booth’s manor at the end of Cusop Dingle, about a mile and a half out of town. I timed my walk to arrive at 11:30 a.m. The scenery was rural beauty, woods, narrow road, following a creek.
When I arrived, I followed Pat’s instructions. I rang the bell and also used the iron knocker. I could hear voices and movement, but it took some time before the door opened and Richard greeted me and invited me into his study. Richard is 76, two years older than myself, but we shared common history having grown up in the 50s.
Richard has difficulty with balance and appears to have suffered a stoke, as his left side of his face is askew. But it was a benign brain tumor that nearly killed him. His mind was not affected but some nerves were damaged.
Richard presented me with a typed paragraph:
“A Book-town is an artificial tourist attraction created in Hay by a unique form of international bookselling and a unique form of international publicity which now needs to be adapted to the 21st Century with a policy of computers and co-operation.”
And then he opened the conversation with a radical statement saying he was a Trotskyite Socialist. “The only good communist is an international communist and the only good traveler is an international traveler.” I felt he was having fun and liked to get a raise out of people. He quoted Kipling, “East is East, and West is West, and never the twain shall meet,” and said, “You’ll have to see my fish pond.”
Richard was proud of his work, his business having employed over 100 at one time in the used book business. He told about near bankruptcy, “A Kentucky heiress bailed me out.”
I asked if as a youth he had any favorites, influential authors or books he might recall. He mentioned only one Arthur Ransome, who wrote a series of adventure stories. He asked about my being in Hay-on-Wye. I told him it was an accident that I had arrived in Hay. I was following the travels and adventures of George Borrow who walked across Wales in 1854. I said to Richard, “George walked. I figured I could do the trip taking the bus.” I said that I’d started in Chester, gone north to south, that the scenery was consistently picturesque and that I’d never seen so many sheep and prancing lambs in my life.
Richard said, “Sheep ruined Wales,” without explanation. That took me back. I asked, “How?” “Sheep ate the oak saplings,” thus destroying the forests.
Richard loves to talk and tell stories. He’s an entertainer and concerned about his town and employees. He’s also aware that times have changed and the Internet both creates and destroys. He told be about buying private and public libraries, how it was like mining; you know there is some gold there but just where. Thousands of books can’t be scanned quickly. A first edition may bring in thousands of dollars; a reprint might be recycled as pulp. He told about purchasing the inventory of Stechert-Hafner in 1970, eight stories of books, and once the largest bookstore in New York. A conglomerate bought Stechert-Hafner for its customer list, not for its inventory. Richard bought the stock. The conglomerate made a fortune publishing and promoting Jonathan Livingston Seagull.
As Richard spoke he seemed to reflect both on the sadness of destroying library collections and the joy of creating a market for books.
We talked for an hour. Richard told me of his visits to the U.S., to Cornell, to Peabody libraries, to religious schools whose libraries were sold and about some of the buyers.
I asked Richard to sign two postcards for friends and his book. I set my camera on auto with a 10 second delay, placed the camera on a shelf in his study and hopped into the fame as we both waited for the camera to snap a photo. Richard got up, using his walking stick and escorted me to his backyard. He had plans for a rose garden but wanted to show me his fishpond. We walked across the deep grass. It was little difficult for Richard and we went slowly. The rhododendrons in full bloom were as tall as an oak tree. The pond was divided into two haves, separating the fish species. Richard explained, his pond challenged Kipling, on the right there were English gold fish and on the left Japanese carp. East and West had met.
