As one of thousands of ex-employees, it is with sadness that I note the passing of yet another icon of our generation: Cody's Books in Berkeley.
I worked at Cody's from 1979 to mid-1981, along with a group of unforgettable people, many of whom have remained in my life over the years since. After a stint managing bookstores for Tower Records, I had managed to get my foot in the door at Cody's as the children's books buyer. This was when the children's section was upstairs, in the space that was used on a regular basis for author readings and signing events. The upper wall of the room was lined with huge, framed, black and white photographs of all the authors who came through there--names you know and love. I never tired of looking up and seeing them watch me take inventory and shelve titles.
My time in Berkeley was profoundly influenced by the time I spent at Cody's. Coming from an ultra-conservative upbringing in San Jose, right when it was transforming from cherry orchards and strawberry fields (unfortunately, not forever), Berkeley offered a social scene that was rich with the liberal intellectual stimulation that filled a hole in my life. Getting to know Pat and Fred Cody, who'd already sold the store to Andy, was a gift. They were true heroes to me, and remain so. (Hi, Nora!)
Like that favorite aunt or uncle who gave you the right book at the right time--that one book that influenced the rest of your life--Cody's Books on Telegraph earned an eternal spot in my heart. And you can never put a "CLOSED" sign on that.
I've linked to this post at my blog.
Sorry to see Cody's go.
Posted by: C.B. James | June 24, 2008 at 07:17 AM
This makes me sad.
Posted by: mossum | June 24, 2008 at 08:27 AM