Yes, this is really a book about a flea market, and yes, it is pretty good. New York City’s Chelsea Flea Market operated most weekends in a two-floor garage on the west side of Manhattan for decades, and Michael Rips became addicted to it, attending most every weekend for nearly 20 years. Through his lively writing, you will meet eccentric vendors with odd nicknames, some of whom will only sell to customers they deem worthy. You will encounter knowledgeable pickers, hoping to make a huge profit. You will also be witness to Rips compulsive purchases, as he collects everything from West African fetish dolls to sculptures and paintings and frames and anything that tickles his fancy. And his apartment fills to overflowing. I LOVE flea markets, estate sales, garage sales . . . anywhere I might, just might, find a treasure. So, I enjoyed this book. BUT if you are one of those who turn your nose up at such adventures, don’t bother reading it.
eGalley review Publication date 4.21.2020