Thursday, February 15, 2007

Some Women Buy Shoes

I was surfing the innernets, as I am prone to do, looking for memes to jazz up my blog. I say that I have the World's Most Boring Blog; it is in definite need of "jazzin' up." Since I don't have a tremendous amount of material in my own life, I look elsewhere for inspiration and motivation -- whatever it takes to get me typing about something.

I found a few book-related memes. Being an avid reader, I thought that might be one way to go, but I didn't find any topics that quite "fit."

One of the memes I looked at said to list the books in your TBR (To Be Read) Pile. I don't HAVE a TBR Pile. I have a TBR Bookcase. Now, admittedly, it's a small two-shelf'er and one of the shelves has my fitness/nutrition non-fiction on it, but most of it is Stuff I Haven't Gotten to Yet. There's also a small TBR Pile making it's home on the sectional sofa in the living room, and a smaller one on my nightstand [The nightstand books are ones I'm currently reading; they tend to fall by the wayside every now and then and sit there for a while, so they're more of a To Be Finished Pile.] There are also assorted piles on the bedroom floor that are in some liminal states of Being Read, Should Be Read, Reference, and Why Haven't You Shelved This Yet?

My name is Laiane Wolfsong, and I am a Biblioholic. (All together now, "Hello, Laiane!")

There is no such thing as too many books -- just not enough bookcases.

I decided - for the heck of it - to post some pictures of The Laiane Wolfsong Not-Yet-Memorial Library, and a few selected items.

To your left, Ladies and Gentlemen, are the eight stacking bookcases comprising The Fiction Collection. It appears that Ms. Wolfsong has a penchant for the classics. Austen, Tolstoy, Proust, Marquez, Trollope, and Shakespeare are well represented, with a smattering of Melville, Borges, Dostoyevsky, Dumas, Dante, and Hugo thrown in for good measure. There's also a great deal of space given to one of her favorite writers, Howard Phillips Lovecraft (The Dream Cycle collection and the first volume of The Annotated Lovecraft are absent in that photo; she attests they are "somewhere" in the residence).

Here are two small gems for your consideration.

The first, "Most Expensive Used Book" -- H.P. Lovecraft's Something About Cats (First edition, 1949, Arkham House, August Derleth, editor). $130, not counting shipping and handling, brought this beauty into The Collection. Worth. Every. Penny.

The second, "Best Beloved Book, Judging By Its Cover" -- Anne Frank: The Diary of a Young Girl (79th printing, 1976).

Here I have to lapse back into the first person narrative. I got Anne's diary when I was perhaps 11 or 12 years old. I have read it dozens upon dozens of times. The pages are yellow with age, and many of them are falling out. Of course, I bought The Definitive Edition (new translation, originally edited out bits added back in) when that came out in 1995, but I would never toss out the first book. Sacrilege! No other book in The Collection comes near the well-worn-ness of this book. Okay, maybe my paperback version Richard Adams' Watership Down, but it's not THAT close.

This is just the tip of the proverbial iceberg. I have, in my study, two shelves of children's books and fantasy, and well as The Non-Fiction Collection: Human Sexuality, Eastern Religion, Western Religion, Women's Studies, Art/Photography, History of World War II, Marilyn Monroe, Women's Health, Adventure, Death and Dying, Travel, Cats, Humor, u.s.w. There is also an entire closet of my comic books and graphic novels.

I really need to catalogue all of these. The task is just too daunting. I can't even begin to estimate the sheer number of books in this house.

I have a deep connection with my books. They have sustained me during all the circles of hell through which I have had to travel. Homesickness. Divorce. Pain (physical and emotional). When I look at my shelves, I see more than paper and bindings and words. My books give me a sense of solidity that nothing else can. The written word is my lifeline.

1 comment:

He-who-defiles-overpriced-computer-stores said...

Since I don't have a tremendous amount of material in my own life

Ahem... Maybe it's just the handful of chocolate covered expresso beans lovey got me for St. Valentine's Day that I gulped down 17.7354 minutes ago, but I think this really calls for something stupid and obnoxious... so I'll have a New York Minute to go, point at my crotch and exclaim, "I got ya jazzin' it up rite HEAH".