Chapter the first
On thirty years of bookselling
— an introduction, in lieu of a hero image —
Lampblack & Lye was opened, on the rainy afternoon of October the seventeenth, 1996, by Mr. Elias Croft, then a man of forty-one, lately a department-store clerk, and now — by the simple expedient of having signed a five-year lease on a sixteen-hundred-square-foot ground-floor shop on lower Congress Street — a bookseller. The opening inventory, drawn principally from Mr. Croft's own collection & from boxes purchased at three estate sales over the preceding summer, ran to approximately eleven thousand titles, weighted heavily toward American literature, the natural history of New England, and what Mr. Croft has since described, with some accuracy, as "the kind of poetry one does not read on aeroplanes."
The shop has, in the thirty years since, grown to roughly thirty-eight thousand titles; lost two of three exterior walls to a fire in 2008 & been rebuilt to the original plan; been joined by Ms. Aleta Persaud, who became Mr. Croft's partner in the business in 2014, and who now runs the day-to-day with the same dignified obstinacy he brought to it; and survived two recessions, a pandemic, and the steady, twenty-five-year decline of the American bookshop in general. We are very glad to have survived. We are gladder still to be where we are, doing what we are doing.
A bookshop, after a certain age, becomes a private institution of public benefit. Ours has done its best to be both.
Mr. Elias Croft, in conversation with the Portland Press Herald, 2021
We carry new books & used; we carry maps, broadsides, and a small selection of antiquarian ephemera; we host readings on Thursday evenings most weeks of the year, run a quarterly literary subscription, & sell a small line of paper goods printed two blocks away. We do not carry stationery, or coffee, or sundry gift items of any kind. The shop is not a lifestyle brand & would, in all honesty, make a poor one. We are open seven days a week, and we are very pleased indeed to have you.