Thursday, October 11, 2012
low-hanging fruit
The big book-sorting project has barely begun and already I discover that I own multiple copies of my favorite books, shelved in different places. A few copies of The Country of the Pointed Firs. Many copies of Patrick Leigh Fermor's travel books, in hardcover and softcover, both upstairs and down. I Capture the Castle in hardcover and softcover. Several fine press editions of Shakespeare's Sonnets, none of which are frankly that attractive, and besides, I have the Sonnets in other formats. Go they must! This is the easy part of deciding what to cull. I can get rid of one copy, because I have another copy right here!
I really thought I had rooted all these duplicates out when we moved here, and then again when I closed my bookshop. But no, apparently not. To the point: in the living room, shelved in two different places in the very same bookcase, mind you not a large bookcase, two copies of The Love Affairs of a Bibliomaniac.
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I am doing it too, Sarah, so I sympathize. I am going to have to move again next spring, I suspect to a smaller apartment as rents are going up. It is very difficult,but some of these books I have read several times - I have absorbed them. Some of the others, I will never read. So, on with the job, and I will save the most precious. Good luck. Kathleen
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Kathleen, I pulled five cartons of books out of the book room over the weekend. Around twenty-five books fit in each carton. So, it's going well thus far but I haven't had to make many tough decisions (yet).
I myself have lived in many small apartments over the years. And now that Ryan and I (and Hodge) have a house with much more living space than we've ever had before, I don't want to silt it up! Books gather everywhere, in windrows, don't they...
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I myself have lived in many small apartments over the years. And now that Ryan and I (and Hodge) have a house with much more living space than we've ever had before, I don't want to silt it up! Books gather everywhere, in windrows, don't they...
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