I read cozy and historical mysteries, a bit of Paranormal/UF, and to mix it up, I read science and gardening books on occasion.
When Literati Books opened in Ann Arbor Michigan, the owner put an old typewriter out in the stacks, with a sheet of paper in it, curious about what might happen. In his wildest dreams, he imagined a sort of never ending story, where each patron would pick up where the last one left off; a true community built novel. Pragmatically, he figured he'd end up with a lot of nonsense or jokes about bodily functions.
What he got was something totally different and totally special. People wrote some silly stuff, but they also wrote poems, posed philosophical questions, proposed, broke up, and otherwise bared their souls. After several years of collecting the daily contributions, Gustafson was convinced to collect his favourites into what became this book.
Notes from a Public Typewriter is short, I think I read the whole thing in about an hour. It's almost purely a collection of what Gustafson considered the best, the funniest, the most touching. There are photos of the shop and patrons throughout, and every few pages, Gustafson writes a short essay-type piece to introduce context to some of the inclusions.
The 5 stars is because this book, for all its simplicity, moved me. By the end, it was hard to stay dry-eyed, to be honest. I'm sure Gustafson has collected a LOT of dreck over the years, but the simple lines he included here were honest, heart-felt, and sometimes raw.
I don't go looking for books that reveal what goes on beneath the surface, so I'm really no judge, but this one worked for me. What is on the face of it an anonymous, ever changing, mass of humanity going in and out the doors of one shop, is revealed in this short volume to be instead the very definition of a community.