
The store has a great amount of history behind it, in fact most people are not aware that the current store that is open was not the first one that was opened. The first store with this name was opened in 1919 by Sylvia Beach, then in 1922, the store closed and moved to a larger location. During it's peak in the 20s many writers would use this store as a place to gather, writers such as Hemmingway, Jame Joyce, and Ford Madox Ford, where among a few of the patrons. When the Germans occupied France in 1941, the store was closed, and did not reopen.
In 1951, a store called Le Mistral was opened by George Whitman, but in 1964, Whitman renamed the store to Shakespeare and Company as a tribute to the store that was opened by Beach. When visitors see the store today it serves as both a reading library and store. The store also has beds for writers to stay in, Whitman allowed writers to stay there for free if they did chores and worked in the shop. When George Whitman passed away his daughter took over control of the store and continues to run it in the same way that her father did.

The store is located at:
37 rue de la Bûcherie
75005 Paris
Phone: 00 33 (0) 1 43 25 40 93
Hours: Monday-Friday 10am-11pm
Saturday and Sunday 11am-11pm
Website: http://www.shakespeareandcompany.com/
I spent several weeks here back in the spring of '74 during my 21 month stay in Paris. (Nov'72-Aug '74) Memorable -that period, those 21 months were the best years of my life, though I didn't realise it at the time.
ReplyDeleteGood old George, he deserves his little place in history. Though he did throw me out.
I was one of the many thousands of people invited to live there by George Whitman -whose home it was. That was back in the spring of '74.
ReplyDeleteI stayed for several weeks, my 'term' truncated because George became annoyed with me for spending too much time carouselling around the left bank with my guitar, with one or two of his favourite guests accompanying me -instead of spending their time reading -and writing.
Fair play to him, after all, that was the deal.