On my way to work, I saw a young student walking along the footpath, open book in one hand, a half-eaten apple in the other, lost in what must've been a good read.
It was a nostalgic moment and a sight so seldom seen nowadays.
Perhaps it is no surprise, then, that The Bookshop gave me that same feeling; it is, after all, a film that celebrates bibliophilia and deals in the currency of nostalgia.
Based on the novel of the same name by Penelope Fitzgerald, The Bookshop is set in 1959 and tells the tale of Florence Green (Emily Mortimer). She is an earnest but plucky young widower whose decision to open a bookstore in the English township of Hardborough ruffles a few feathers — most notably, the town's toffee-nosed aristocrat Violet Garmart (a role that is deliciously rendered by the wonderful Patricia Clarkson).
Her plans to scupper Florence's venture supplies the film its narrative focus. It's not a particularly complex story, but the devil is in the detail and Florence's belligerence in the face of a town's rejection personifies the film's investigation of courage in the face of classism.