George Orwell's often humorous 1936 essay "Bookshop Memories" takes a thesis suggesting that working in a bookshop will only turn one off of books—and, perhaps, book readers in general. There is a wide variety of people who shop at these bookstores, including snobs, judgmental wives, general nuisances, and much more.
Orwell also suggests that those who shop at these bookstores are often lying in regards to their interests; it is all a show, perhaps to look more intelligent and cultured than they actually are. Instead, Orwell suggests, one's true literary tastes can be found in their library rental history!
Orwell doesn't necessarily hold a contempt for bookshops or its clientele; he rather employs a vague frustration that suggests that, while often amusing and entertaining, bookshops only make the idea of shopping for books amongst these folks frustrating.