Do you own a dictionary anymore?
For years, I schlepped a red hardbound Merriam-Webster’s tome, along with a dogeared Roget’s Thesaurus, to every newsroom cubicle I worked at across the country. In permanent marker I even scrawled the sides of the pages with my name, so paranoid was I that someone would abduct these treasured guides that helped me craft what I believed to be beautiful and precise sentences.
But most of us have shed these extra weights from our lives, knowing that we can search for the meaning of any esoteric word simply by reaching for our phones.
And that’s why the latest reference book displayed at the still-kicking Magers & Quinn Booksellers in Uptown is such a curiosity.
Weighing about 25 pounds, this beast of a dictionary even looks professorial. It’s bedecked in a worn corduroy binding in a shade of dark chocolate. Wise and verbose, it’s also more than 100 years old.
“It’s almost comical,” acknowledged the bookstore’s marketing manager, Annie Metcalf, when I gasped upon seeing the opus. When the book is closed, its spine measures more than 9 inches tall.

The last, oh, maybe couple thousand pages of the book are actually a “supplement,” apparently because “they decided there weren’t enough words” in the first volume, she joked.
Known as a Century Dictionary, the book (published in 1914) found its way to Magers & Quinn in recent weeks when a customer decided to part with it. It was a busy day, so the booksellers didn’t get a chance to ask her about how it came into her possession. They didn’t think it would be easy to resell, so they took it off her hands and now display it on a rickety end table.