Books, Baltimore, Community: How the Ivy Bookshop Connects with its Community

 
 

By Sydney Alexander, August 2022

In early August, I had the pleasure of interviewing Emily Rosen, the Operations Manager at the Ivy Bookshop in Baltimore, Maryland on Falls Road. Our conversation centered around how the Ivy connects with its local community and with Baltimore as a whole. At the Ivy, a lot more goes into the community than just the people buying and selling books. The idea of community is made special by how this bookshop connects readers with other readers in addition to how it connects readers with a variety of worlds through the books it sells.

On a base level, staff are crucial in fostering the sense of community. The Ivy draws upon locals when hiring staff members, with an internship program that often leads to jobs. The Ivy has many partnerships with local schools and youth organizations, drawing kids “from all corners of Baltimore City” who are excited about working with books and about reading. Of course, Ivy staff members bring more than just a pair of willing hands to the table. These workers also have niche interests that they can share with Baltimore’s readers: everything from gardening and nature to speculative fiction and thrillers. These special interests make for personal connections that tie bookstore workers and bookstore patrons together, adding a personal touch that makes the Ivy its own special place.

What is more, the Ivy has made a dedicated effort to bring in younger folks. Whereas this bookshop once primarily catered to families and older folks, newer partnerships have connected this bookshop with younger readers and students, which has led to an evolution of the store itself. It is important, Emily emphasized, to have younger staff who can connect with a younger demographic of readers. Younger staff on board at the Ivy has led to a greater diversity in what the Ivy stocks on its shelves, as these staff members can best draw upon and cater to the interests of young people. The mystery and Sci-Fi sections of the store have swelled. There is also a large interest in poetry; not only does the Ivy strive to connect with local poets, but staff members are poets themselves, which has led to an overflowing poetry section to match.

The Ivy’s shelves not only reflect community interests, but also the Ivy’s location. In 2020, the Ivy moved to a new home within city borders—a multistory building situated on a large property overflowing with foliage, with more space inside and out. The Ivy has made good use of its large backyard and its outdoor patio. At the height of the COVID pandemic, all programming was held outside, from author events to art camps and to yoga classes. Last March, Yellow Arrow even collaborated with the Ivy to hold a reading from poet Patti Ross’ new chapbook St. Paul Street Provocations. A story walk set up in the backyard allows younger readers to follow a winding path of words and stories intertwined with nature. What is more, the gardening and nature section of the store has grown, which reflects the Ivy’s mission to “bring the outside in,” as Emily put it.

When I asked Emily to describe the Ivy’s space, she described it as “light, airy, clean,” a space that felt like welcoming open arms. Lots of natural light illuminates floor-to-ceiling cream-colored shelves and walkways that loop through the shop. Little cards with book recommendations, “shelf talkers,” highlight staff picks and favorites. No longer stymied by the small space of their old location, the Ivy now has an open space for Baltimoreans, from children to adults, to explore, browse, and get lost in.

The Ivy also strives to amplify and share the voices of local authors and writers. Many of its events are community-based, and the Ivy prioritizes bringing together local authors with the people in their community. Most often, these are Baltimore writers and Baltimore readers, a combination that contributes to the Ivy’s identity as a uniquely Baltimore bookshop.

In all, the Ivy is a place where “everyone is on the same page” and where “lots of people meld [and] are united by a general love for books and community.” It only makes sense that this bookshop has become such a beloved and important place in Baltimore’s literary scene. It was delightful getting to know Emily and learning more about how the Ivy operates. When exploring new cities, I always love to check out the bookstore scene, and this interview offered me the opportunity to not only learn more about bookstores, but it also offered me a deeper look into the Charm City community.

On September 30, join Yellow Arrow and Bird in Hand Cafe, the Ivy’s sister store, for the book launch of when the daffodils die, the debut chapbook of Darah Schillinger. Let us know that you plan to attend here. Thank you for supporting independent publishing.


Sydney Alexander is a rising sophomore at Middlebury College in Vermont studying English and Geography. She grew up in Ellicott City, Maryland, but enjoys the fact that she has lived all over the country, including North Carolina, California, and Wisconsin. Her work has been published online in Hunger Mountain Review.

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