You have another six weeks to shop at Formby Books. After that, Tony Higginson will close his shop for ‘good.’ Which, is not good at all.
This is the man whose enthusiasm for books and reading, and especially for children’s books, reached me all the way over here, when he was manager at Pritchards in Formby, years ago. I always meant to visit, to see what the fuss was about. But Formby is just that little bit further than is convenient from where I am.
When Pritchards closed, Tony set up his own shop. I met him soon afterwards, except I didn’t actually know it was him. The reason we met was that Tony – unlike me – never seems to feel that anywhere is too far away. He travels tirelessly; not just for his own events, but to put in an appearance when his author pals do events elsewhere.
And tireless is what he has been, arranging events in the shop, and at larger venues when necessary. He went out of his way to invite me to his ScareFests in Waterloo, and he was there to rescue me when I was lost and locked out, ‘wasting’ his money buying me a drink in the pub.
Tony knows everybody. And everybody knows him. The man reads an incredible number of books, even allowing for him not ever sleeping. I simply don’t want to hear about all the books he’s read, because it makes me feel inadequate.
But this kind of enthusiasm isn’t enough. Not enough people come into his shop to buy books. I find that hard to understand. There are far too many shops where staff aren’t interested in you, or know very much about what you might like to read. My fear is that if a shop run by someone like Tony can’t survive, then there isn’t much hope for anyone, other than maybe the biggest.
I kept thinking I’d get the Resident IT Consultant into the car and off we’d go for the day, visiting bookshops in the Northwest. I’ve left it too late for Formby. Should have gone years ago. (Not that any purchases I could have made would have been big enough to secure the future of the shop. But still.)