The cover was designed by David Plunkert, an illustrator best known for his evocative, politically fraught New Yorker covers. The first issue, printed on thick matte stock and published quarterly like a literary magazine, is being sold in boutique dispensaries across the seven continental states where pot has been legalized for recreational use. I know I did it.Kitchen Toke is Food and Wine for hifalutin, high-minded individuals, people whose tastes are as elevated as their moods. I kept literature alive in Chicago for 50 years. “not merely a merchant but literature’s self-appointed local guardian”- Chicago TribuneĪnd in the words of another Chicago celebrity, irreverent newspaper columnist Mike Royko, high praise indeed: “As bookstores go, it is a classy joint.”īut to me, the most telling quote about Stuart is actually from Stuart himself, as he prepared to close the bookstore once and for all: “I’ve done a hell of a job. “He was a cross between a Chicago intellectual and Persian rug dealer.” -Phillip Roth Stuart, his passion for books, and the bookstore he created had quite an impact on those who knew him, described as such: Stuart Brent with Studs Terkel, Robert Parrish, Stephen Spender, Jack Conroy, Nelson Algren (Photo: The Seven Stairs) He hobnobbed with the literary elite, friends with writers Studs Terkel, Saul Bellow, and Nelson Algren, but also with customers like Zero Mostel and Don Ameche. He once drunkenly tried to break down the front wall of his storefront in order to bring in a grand piano for Louis Armstrong, only to be arrested for his trouble. He was a character, in all the best ways. Stuart Brent was short in stature but larger than life. To Stuart, books were sacred, “I demanded that customers buy books for the same reasons that I sold them – out of a serious regard for greatness.” Almost every newspaper article describes the two in reverential terms – “messianic”, “evangelical”, “a place of pilgrimage.” When rising rents threatened the store’s existence, the Chicago Tribune editorialized: …”the displacement of a great bookstore is like the razing of a chapel.” And a note received from author and educator Richard Stern when the store’s closing was announced said, “You’ve not only been the synagogue of books, you’ve been my personal rabbi.”Īll this religious devotion to a bookshop was not a random result. It is very hard to separate Stuart Brent Books from Stuart himself, as a visit there was very much a package deal. Photo used with permission from Edith Pattou. Stuart Brent shares a playful moment with local writer Edith Pattou during her first book signing event at Stuart Brent Booksellers in 1990. Popular books that didn’t earn the stamp of merit from Stuart weren’t allowed. Often the book of the moment wasn’t available there at all. Upstairs was filled with highbrow and prestigious hardcovers, while the basement housed a small children’s section and a carefully curated selection of paperbacks that ignored all bestseller lists.Īt Stuart Brent Books, you could peruse your authors from A to Z, confident in the knowledge that all the books were worth your time. The store was a wonderland of literary delights. I didn’t even know luxury books existed, though I didn’t think they were for me since I was not a part of the culturally and financially elite.īut apparently Stuart Brent himself didn’t make such class distinctions, because one day he walked out of the store, brusquely took my arm, and ushered me in.Īn independent bookseller in Chicago for 50 years, Stuart opened his first bookstore in 1947 and closed Stuart Brent Books on Michigan Avenue in 1996, retiring to a farm in Wisconsin and passing away in 2010 at the age of 98. Peering inside, I spied gigantic hardcover art books the likes of which I had never seen. But my working class upbringing and manners made me feel disqualified for what I first saw through that bookstore window – the interior was a wonderland of gleaming wood shelves, and pricey oriental rugs, while classical music made its way out to me on the sidewalk. I was the first in my family to graduate college, and great literature and the world of knowledge had a romantic grip on my head and my heart. I grew up a few miles away, believing that there was an unbridgeable gap between the Magnificent Mile and me. Both are gone now, but a week doesn’t go by that I don’t wish I could go back. Stuart Brent Books was a magical bookstore on Chicago’s Michigan Avenue, owned and managed by the strange and wonderful Stuart Brent.
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