Six sections, a few hundred carefully chosen titles, and a locked case of first editions at the back.
From Jenny Erpenbeck to Marilynne Robinson, Denis Johnson to László Krasznahorkai. A backlist that runs three full walls deep, refreshed quietly each month.
Heavy on small presses — Wave, Copper Canyon, Ugly Duckling, Archipelago. New collections face out; the chapbooks are filed alphabetically by spine.
Phaidon and Aperture hardcovers, Steidl when we can get them, a deep shelf of out-of-print exhibition catalogues from MoMA and the Whitney.
James Baldwin, Joan Didion, Adam Phillips, Maggie Nelson, Teju Cole. The reading-around-a-subject shelf.
Narrative non-fiction at the front, NYRB Classics in the middle, a quiet corner of Long Island and East End local history near the door.
Locked oak case at the back. Signed Stegner, early Munro, a handful of Faber Beckett firsts. Inquire in person, by phone, or by email for the current catalogue.
Before a book reaches our shelves it is read, or at minimum sampled, by one of the four people who work here. We ask the same quiet question of all of them: does this title belong in a careful library a year from now? If the answer is yes, it stays. If not, it goes back to the publisher with our thanks.
The result is a smaller catalogue than most shops in the Hamptons — somewhere between twelve and fourteen hundred titles in stock at any given moment — but every one of them has been chosen on purpose. That is the whole offer, and the whole reason to come in person.