Hardback · Fiction
The Long Thaw
Marguerite Aldy
A winter novel about a shuttered mountain railway and the sisters who refuse to leave it. Read it slowly, with something warm.
Pressed on you by Ines
Independent bookshop — open late
Three narrow rooms of hand-picked fiction, poetry and essays in the Old Quarter. Come in out of the weather, take the armchair nobody else has claimed, and let us press something strange and good into your hands.
“The nightjar sings only after everyone sensible has gone to bed.”
This month on the table
Every card on the front table is handwritten by whoever loved the book first. These are the four currently doing the most damage to our own reading piles.
Hardback · Fiction
Marguerite Aldy
A winter novel about a shuttered mountain railway and the sisters who refuse to leave it. Read it slowly, with something warm.
Pressed on you by Ines
Paperback · Poetry
Teo Varela
Forty short poems written between two and four in the morning. Our most-reordered book of the year, and the one we quote at the counter.
Pressed on you by Bram
Clothbound · Essays
Halina Oyelaran
Essays on rain, migration and keeping records. The sort of book that makes you look out of the window differently.
Pressed on you by Ines
Paperback · Translated
Runa Sølvberg, tr. E. Marsh
A Norwegian novel of inherited houses and stubborn neighbours, newly translated. Ask us for the sequel when you finish.
Pressed on you by Wren
Can’t get in this week? Tell us what you last loved and we’ll set a book aside behind the counter.
Reserve a bookOur story
Nightjar began as two friends, a van full of second-hand paperbacks and a shop unit nobody else wanted because the floor slopes. We kept the slope. We added lamps, an unreasonable number of armchairs and a rule that no book goes on the front table unless someone here has actually finished it.
Three booksellers run the place now — Ines on fiction and translation, Bram on poetry and the late Friday hours, Wren on essays, children’s books and the special orders that arrive wrapped in brown paper. Between us we read a great deal and sleep a little.
There is no algorithm behind the counter. Tell us the last book that kept you up and we will find you the next one.
Evenings
Every Friday
7pm – 10pm
The shop stays open, the lamps go low, someone puts a record on. No programme, no tickets — just browsing after dark.
First Tuesday
7.30pm
One novel a month, chosen by whoever hosted last. Copies held behind the counter at a reader's discount. New faces always welcome.
Third Thursday
8pm
Bram reads two poems, then the room reads. Bring a page of your own or borrow one off the shelf.
Selected Saturdays
6pm
Visiting novelists, translators and essayists in conversation among the shelves. Thirty chairs, free, signing afterwards.
Evenings are free. Seats are few. A note to the shop holds you a chair.
The reading room
Tea is on the shelf by the till, honesty box beside it. Stay as long as you like — we have never once minded a reader who only reads.
First room, past poetry. Nobody will ask you to buy anything.
Window bench with a radiator under it. Best in a downpour.
Up to essays, history and the children's room. Mind the fourth step.
Rare editions and long-out-of-print things. Ask and we'll climb.
I came in for a birthday present and left with four books for myself and a recommendation written on the back of a receipt.
Late Shelves on a Friday is the only nightlife I need. Low lamps, a stack of poetry, nobody rushing you out.
They found a translation that has been out of print for thirty years and called me the week it arrived.
Visit the shop
Reserve a book, place a special order, hold a chair at an evening, or simply tell us what you last read and let us take it from there.
Nightjar Books
14 Lamplight Row
Old Quarter, Portland, OR 97204
Four minutes from the Old Quarter tram stop; bike racks outside the bakery next door.