Gosh, I wish the world weren’t so darn
interesting! Just today I discovered an
incredible resource for Celtic literature, some of it translated from Irish,
Latin, French, and other languages. Oh, I’m not going to tell you what is
because this is not really the topic I want to discuss. It is just another
symptom…
A week ago I read an article by John Warner as The
Biblioracle. Mr. Warner confessed to owning more than 75 books he had not
yet read, “a good 13-month backlog if I were to not buy a single book until I
cleared it…” The chances of Mr. Warner,
or my, not buying any books until our backlog was cleared are slim to none!
The Oracle discussed the reasons why he always has a
backlog. He lists books that “should
have been read by now” which are often from the classics or from literary
masters. He includes books that the publishing world is talking and writing
about as well as freebies, gift books, and intellectual self-improvement
titles. Mr. Warner claims some books as “contingency” titles that he might need
sometime in the future. Finally he includes spiritual classics whatever those might
be. To him the to be read (TBR) “pile is a statement of hope, of best
intentions.” Ahem, and we all know which
road best intentions pave.
The Biblioracle’s
predicament is my own, and hopefully many of yours too. His column prompted me to think about my TBRs
which, I must confess, outnumber his. I
cannot conceive of living in a space without books. His column prompted me to
mentally compartmentalize my own TBR hoard. I attempt to justify my Contingency Reading
Cache because 1) I’m a librarian who needs to be around books; 2) I view books
somewhat differently from the average reader—I use them differently—which means
I may not want to read the entire book
but may need it for references purposes; 3) I have a great many diverse research
interests which demand continuous replenishment. Like the squirrel storing up
nuts for the winter, I cache TBRs that might fulfill future needs as well as
anticipated pleasures. I would starve to
death intellectually in a winter of booklessness.
Like Mr. Warner I Duty Reads, those books I should have
read. Although my sense of “duty” has changed somewhat now that I do not work
regularly I still feel that I have a responsibility to read genre outside my
comfort zone. William Gibson’s Pattern Recognition
is an example. Because I have a very large research collection on Irish and
Celtic culture, I feel there should be some books by and about Italians and
Italian-Americans. Blood Washes Blood
by Frank Viviano and Tony Romano’s If You
Eat, You Never Die await my attention. Literary books are expected to be
read in the library world prompting me to stock up on Jorge Luis Borges and
similar authors. I have yet to finish all of Euripides’ Plays, or Essays of the
Masters. Best sellers do not prick my conscience anymore, although at one
time I did struggle and snicker through Dan Brown’s The Da Vinci Code. Also included in the “Duty” category are books
for book discussions I will lead. I’ve gotten myself into another discussion
for November, Mary Doria Russell’s Doc.
That book is my next read, I promise.
There are a number of books I have purchased as a
result of author appearances, usually autographed. A major source of these is
the yearly IBAM (Irish Books, Art, and Music) fest at the Chicago Irish
American Heritage Center. Still awaiting my attention are books by Anna
McPartlin, Frank Delaney, and something written by a distant cousin of my
husband. The local bookstore lured me in
to hear Frances McNamara and to purchase three of her mysteries. I really HAD
to go to hear what one of the librarians at my alma mater, University of
Chicago, had to say about her mysteries. One down and two more to go…
I don’t get many freebies but once a year I may
receive a birthday book from my son and his family. It gives me great pleasure
to have my ultra-liberal son and daughter-in-law purchase a Ronald Reagan
biography, books by William F. Buckley, Jr. and titles in the math field—my
son’s least favorite subject. Schadenfreude
is alive and well in December!
The Just in Case pile contains all three volumes of Frederick
Coplestone’s History of Philosophy, Charles
Freeman’s Egypt, Greece, and Rome, The Trivium by Sister Miriam Joseph, and
a beautiful book on chemistry, The
Elements by Theodore Gray. These titles fit nicely with Intellectual
Self-Improvement materials like The
Essential Russell Kirk and the Atlantic Monthly’s American Idea. I think I must
give up on reading George Santayana, but I burn the candle of good intentions
for José Ortega y Gasset and Claude Levi-Strauss.
Books that hold high interest because of my research
preferences include the one’s I mentioned that I have just ordered that include
Celtic from the West by scholars
Barry Cunliffe and John T. Koch who suggest a new cultural model for post-Iron
Age Gaelic peoples. Jack Weatherford’s The Secret History of the Mongol Queens
promises to revive an old interest in Genghis Khan that began with James
Chambers’ wonderful The Devil’s Horsemen.
Whenever I pass it my gaze turns lovingly to Samuel Noah Kramer’s The Sumerians: Their History, Culture and
Character. Ancient history and language are interests that have languished
too long.
Active research and interest areas include the
history of science and mathematics. I just purchased Professor Stewart’s Hoard of Mathematical Treasures by a favorite,
Ian Stewart. The Unfinished Game: Pascal,
Fermat, and the Seventeenth-Century Letter that Made in World Modern by
Keith Devlin promises to be a challenging and interesting read. I have learned so much from G. E. R. Lloyd’s Early Greek Science: Thales to Aristotle and Greek Science after Aristotle. More
recently John Freely opened my eyes to the accomplishments of Arabic Science
when I read Aladdin’s Lamp. Since
then I can’t get enough on the topic. I have begun, but have temporarily
interrupted, the reading of the marvelous The
House of Wisdom by Jim Al Khalili. After this book I have Ehsan Masood’s Science and Islam: a History to add to
my list. Learning more about the history
of science has become a labor of love. If only I remembered my Latin and French
and could learn classical Greek and Arabic I’d be enrolled in a master’s
program on this topic.
All work and no play would make Ettsme a very dull
girl. I love mysteries—mostly English
and/or historical. There are two boxes
of mysteries to tempt me. I do save some of the paperbacks to take to
California in the winter, but there are plenty others to go around. The “problem” is that when I like what an
author has written, I want to read all of his/her ouvre. Peter Tremayne’s
latest Sister Fidelma mysteries arrive directly from England as soon as they go
into paperback. I have almost every Appleby title by Michael Innes and the
complete run of Edmund Crispin’s Gervaise
Fen books. I’m halfway through Michael Pearce’s A Dead Man in_____ series. I am working my way through Christopher
Fowler’s Peculiar Crimes Unit Mystery series.
My favorite so far is The Water
Room while The Victoria Vanishes awaits.
There is nothing more relaxing than a good murder!
The Biblioracle’s
dilemma speaks to many of us. John
Warner closes his piece with a quote by Franz Kafka: “A book must be the ax for the frozen sea
within us.” He describes the TBR book piles
as “a whole bunch of axes behind glass, waiting to be broken in case of a soul
emergency.” I don’t see much point in
hiding these treasures behind glass.
Their presence and lure are an Epicurean pleasure. They are my hope, limited but unbounded. Do
you have some reading to catch up on?