This evening as I was sorting through a stack of books to donate to charity, I remembered a strange comment one of my movers made earlier this year, after he hauled all my boxes of books upstairs.
"What do you do with all those books?" he asked.
This almost sounded like a trick question. "Well . . . I read them, mostly," I said.
"But what do you do with them when you're not reading them?" he asked.
"I . . . put them in my bookcases, and they . . . uh . . . sit there," I replied.
He ran a grimy hand through his sweat-lank hair, and nodded sagely. "So that's what you need so many bookcases for," he observed.
"Yes," I agreed.
"OK," he said, and returned to his work.


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Hmmm guess if I stopped gathering...........nice and amusing article David
Its funny the director of the Justice Department at the university has been a close friend of mine for many years and we were talking tonight and she corrected my grammar on a phrase at the gym and then added, "you are so articulate with your speech I am surprised you said that", is that compliment?
Nel, that was a "slug", not a compliment. See Jennifer James' site at:
http://www.jenniferjames.com/products/book.htm
Nel, you are right. I'm sure you have had the experience of being accused of malice for using an unusual word. Gather helps!
A slug please explain that sounds bad!
I have been accused of all kinds of things, and malice is one of them, how did you know?
Maybe this fellow was overcome by bookcases.
I pretty much do like Kathleen. I put a few more steps in, though...if I'm unfamiliar, I get used paperback. Then if I love it, I have the choice of moving up to regular paperback or hardback, depending on how much I love it...In the past few years I've taken to getting many things in hardback right from the first, albeit usually secondhand (shout-out to Jai S!) and if they tell you I'm in a Half-Priced Books, don't even bother looking for me in the stacks, just go right back to the Clearance section.
BTW--when unbelievably awesome science fiction author Octavia Butler died last year , one of the things they mentioned was that when she moved to Seattle she went with 300+ cartons of books....now *there* is something to have in your obit, my friend!
Or a doorway that attacks in the wee hours of the morning.
Hmmm, what a quandary
My own addiction to reading probably stemmed from my physical condition in early childhood; the doctors thought, on at least three occasions, that I was at the end, all before I turned six, and so a large number of weeks of my early life were passed propped in bed or a chair, immersed in the worlds and creations of authors. Consequently, to this day I love reading, but would be totally worthless at moving someone's bookcases for them, or holding up an anvil while the local smithy's wife dusted the floor!
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Why have books?
To read them!
Why have food?
Something to eat.
Why have a radio?
To listen to it.
I'm not looking forward to the day I decide to move out of here and someone asks me about my hundreds and hundreds of records, mostly 78 RPM records.
"Why would someone your age have all those records?"
I think it's pretty obvious, don't you?
Julian -- I am similarly useless when it comes to practicalities of life, though I do not have the excuse of a frail childhood. I'm just clumsy.
I just can't get rid of them for some reason, they are like gold to me. So it may not be about reading at all, but why keep everything you have read?
I never have a good answer to that......... ;-)
The last time I moved, I let go of an entire room full of books and brought only my favorites. (I used to read a book a day and kept them all) As I sorted through the collection to decide which I would bring, I was surprised that some of my choices were not the most popular, or even always the hard covers. I brought the ones that I read repeatedly, and that feel like friends or helpers.
She also came into my dept. once (cataloging) and asked disdainfully, "What are all these books for?" -- about the shelves of books waiting to be cataloged. Later she stopped one of my staff in the stairwell to ask what on earth we did all day.
She aaalso informed me once when we were in the staff kitchen together that she was going to put some water into a Tom & Jerry glass. I told her I was happy for her. I wasn't, not really, but it seemed polite.
So --
What on earth do you do all day?