theatlantic.com
It’s sad – you hardly see these book vending machines anymore. There are probably only ten or fifteen left in all of Boston, and I bet the books they sell are old and confused. But I remember the days when these machines were everywhere – in the basement of every office building, right next to the machines selling soda or snacks – and you could stop by that bank of vending machines on your lunch break to get some Fritos, a Pepsi and the latest book by Jack Kerouac or Gertrude Stein.
