Somehow you don’t expect a century-plus-old debut novel, written by a man in his 20s, to be such a plainly feminist book. But it is. Parnassus on Wheels is the perfectly charming story of Helen McGill, a stodgy spinster, fed up with keeping house for her brother (a gentleman farmer who has had some literary success), who impulsively purchases a bookshop on wheels from a strange little man named Roger Mifflin, and begins touring around New England with him, his horse, and his dog, finding adventure and happiness in the process. Roger, it turns out, is passionate about books, loving them with an almost ferocious intensity, and making it his mission to educate and enlighten everyone he can with the wisdom and joy of literature. Eccentric, scrappy, and loyal, he ends up an unlikely autumnal love interest for our heroine, who also exhibits some surprising resourcefulness and courage on the road.
Yes, it’s a slight and sentimental tale. It doesn’t matter. It’s simply delightful, and every lover of books should have this one in his or her personal collection.
Here’s Roger on the booksellers’ trade: “Lord!” he said, “when you sell a man a book you don’t just sell him twelve ounces of paper and ink and glue—you sell him a whole new life. Love and friendship and humour and ships at sea by night—there’s all heaven and earth in a book, a real book I mean.”
And Helen, after a little time in his company, on what she longs to call out to a farm wife she sees on the road: “Oh, silly woman! Leave your stove, your pots and pans and chores, even if only for one day! Come out and see the sun in the sky and the river in the distance!”
The whole story is infused by books and their pleasures, and if you’re looking for more to read, you could certainly develop quite a good list from Roger’s recommendations within.
If you can’t get enough of Roger and Helen, they’re also featured in a sequel, The Haunted Bookshop. This 1919 novel is set in Brooklyn at the end of WWI. It has more of a suspenseful plot, involving a young advertising agent, a beautiful young woman learning about the business of selling books, various shady characters, and some suspicious disappearances and reappearances of an old copy of Letters and Speeches of Oliver Cromwell.
The true joy here isn’t how the mysterious events unfold (although that is good fun), but all the book talk. It includes a sly critical mention of Parnassus as an amusing bit of metafiction, and it just may be even more chock-full of literary references than its prequel.
Two of the most quotable bits from The Haunted Bookshop:
Printer’s ink has been running a race against gunpowder these many, many years. Ink is handicapped, in a way, because you can blow up a man with gunpowder in half a second, while it may take twenty years to blow him up with a book. But the gunpowder destroys itself along with its victim, while a book can keep on exploding for centuries.
And lastly:
ON THE RETURN OF A BOOK
LENT TO A FRIEND
I GIVE humble and hearty thanks for the safe return of this book which having endured the perils of my friend’s bookcase, and the bookcases of my friend’s friends, now returns to me in reasonably good condition.
I GIVE humble and hearty thanks that my friend did not see fit to give this book to his infant as a plaything, nor use it as an ash-tray for his burning cigar, nor as a teething-ring for his mastiff.
WHEN I lent this book I deemed it as lost: I was resigned to the bitterness of the long parting: I never thought to look upon its pages again.
BUT NOW that my book is come back to me, I rejoice and am exceeding glad! Bring hither the fatted morocco and let us rebind the volume and set it on the shelf of honour: for this my book was lent, and is returned again.
PRESENTLY, therefore, I may return some of the books that I myself have borrowed.
Pick it up and visit The Haunted Bookshop—with nothing supernatural at all to be found there, just “the ghosts of all great literature,” which haunt libraries and bookstores forevermore.
Brooklyn Ave, Brooklyn, NY 11216, USA
NOVELS: Parnassus on Wheels & The Haunted Bookshop
AUTHOR: Christopher Morley
YEARS OF PUBLICATION: 1917, 1919
IMAGE: book cover, Dover Publications