Thursday, June 24, 2010
Once Upon a Time
An essay in one of my summer reading books inspired me to peruse the family bookshelves for the books I enjoyed most as a young child, regardless of "merit," and lo, there they were on the bottom shelf:
What are those, you ask? A Childcraft encyclopedia set from 1966: fifteen volumes on "how the world works" broken up into themes like "Stories and Fables," "Scientists and Inventors," and "What People Do." I think what drew me to them originally was the slightly musty smell, the lavish (and often funny) retro illustrations, and the sense, in some, that I was smarter than whoever wrote some of the articles. For example, I had a good chuckle over the pages that predicted human flight with jet packs in the near future:
Superior as I felt while reading about technological advances, however, I pored over the fairy tales and stories of famous people even though sometimes they looked like this (titled "How They Bring Back the Village of Cream Puffs When the Wind Blows It Away"):
Or this:
Isn't that a little terrifying for a young children's book? The encyclopedia also included some very informative articles such as this spread on how raised bread was invented:
Complete with disgruntled, mustachioed medieval knight! And the development of anthropometry, the first criminal identification system, by Alphonse Bertillon (really, I don't know how they chose these):
Needless to say, I was not interested in breaking the law after reading that one. Finally, the set included some lovely articles on the great technological advances of human history...including the one that made it possible (cue dawning recognition in child's mind)!
Some of the articles would seem hopelessly out of date to the modern reader; others perhaps less than PC. Certainly parents today would probably be horrified to see their child reading something like this, if they're the kind of parents who want their children to read "good" books. My mom thought they were funny, but never imagined that anyone would get anything out of them. Nevertheless, I spent hours reading and re-reading these volumes, outdated and ridiculous though they were. And really, where else would I have learned about Cyrus McCormick?
There's something to be said for trying to reclaim that sort of excitement for reading, the experience of sitting down with a book that has somehow attracted your attention, without considering what it contributes to your overall self-education or whether the name on the cover is recognizable. Several times in the past few years I've spent days hacking away at a book that I felt some cultural obligation to read while letting more enticing, if less illustrious, books go unread. Why? Of course, I don't mean to declare that all literature is of equal intellectual rigor or stylistic refinement and that challenging books should be dropped. If the next thing you feel genuinely compelled to read happens to be a "classic," then by all means go ahead. But we all could benefit from stopping for a moment to remember that time somewhere in the past when our tastes might have been somewhat less discriminating but our enthusiasm was endless. Can you still lose yourself to a book without thinking first about how it fits into your grand scheme of Things I Should Read Before I Die? I know I have trouble doing that, but I think my summer reading list has inspired me to abandon it for a while and go off in search of something new.
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
Summer Reading
A Gentle Madness: Bibliophiles, Bibliomanes, and the Eternal Passion for Books ~ Nicholas Brisbanes
"Unpacking my Library" ~ Walter Benjamin
A History of Reading ~ Alberto Manguel
The Anatomy of Bibliomania ~Holbrook Jackson
Ex Libris ~ Anne Fadiman
The Yellow-Lighted Bookshop ~ Lewis Buzbee
Over the course of the summer, I'll post short reviews of these to supplement any bookish adventures I may have while still at home. If any jokes occurred to you at the including of Benjamin on my "light summer reading list," keep them to yourself. Thank you.
One book I have read in this vein is Henry Petrowski's The Book on the Bookshelf. Although he sometimes waxes a little too poetical about his inspiration for the book, most of the chapters are fascinating bordering on making you want to turn to strangers nearby as you read and exclaim "Did you know...?" Well, okay, I had that reaction, but I also have a reputation for oversharing facts. Nevertheless, the history of the bookshelf is actually a history of its accommodation to the design of written word from scrolls to the codex to the modern book. Although we now often regard bookshelves as decoration, or an aesthetically pleasing presence in the home, they were for much of their history purely functional and sadly inadequate for the needs of the day. For example, did you know that until the eighteenth century books were shelved with the spines facing in? A relic of the medieval oversized, bejeweled book chained to the desk. Nevertheless, that system made as much sense to those who used it as our alphabetization and spine-titles do to us today. The history of the bookshelf is not only a history of an evolving technology, however. It is also a chronicle of the initial preciousness, increasing availability, and gradual commodification of knowledge...and, because it's written from the perspective of an an engineer, there are plenty of pictures.
The history of the bookshelf and the books upon it doesn't need to be recounted here, but if you have strong feelings about the "proper" way to shelve your books, or even if you pile them in stacks on the floor because there's just no place to put them, this short volume makes for an entertaining and often surprising read.A quick introduction
Well said, Horace Mann. After packing up and moving out of my apartment following graduation, the heavy boxes of books that I had acquired over the last four years reminded me of how literally (and quite accidentally, and back-breakingly) I tend to live by this maxim.
Next year will only exaggerate my bad book-hoarding and -loving habits: I will be moving to Munich in the fall to begin a year of study in the discipline of book history. This blog will attempt to document my year of living with books, exploring not only a love for the printed word but also what it means to try to be a modern humanist–intellectually curious, socially conscious, reasonably aware of reality--in pursuit of printed history.