Torontoist has long been puzzled by The Mystery Bookstore at Bathurst and Dupont. Every time we stroll on over to Madeleine’s for our favourite slice (which is often, as pie helps us concentrate), we invariably take a moment to admire the odd assortment of Art Deco busts collecting dust in the window. The Mystery Bookstore is aptly named, though its mysteries are not of the literary kind. We seem to recall a time when it was a proper bookstore, but that was ages ago (we have vague memories of dusty stacks of unsorted books and a large proprieter with poor hygeine), and we can’t remember its current incarnation having ever been open.
The window houses an alluringly perplexing collection of
odds and ends, from a tacky Minnie Mouse statue to a creepy hollow glass head that reminds us of the dreadful sequel to The NeverEnding Story that scared the bejeesus out of us when we were a mere slip of thing back in the late eighties. Most mystifying of all, though, are the piles of crap filling up the rest of the store. It looks like the remnants of several yard sales have vomited on every available surface, including the floor. Who is using this storefront as their personal storage facility (or, perhaps, refuse pile)? Why is there a sign indicating their hours, when they clearly have none? And will TOist ever be able to buy that kicky pink lady’s head, or will we be forever resigned to gazing at her forlornly through the window on our way home from pie?