This post hit close to home for me, since I have been trying to exercise restraint buying new books while I whittle down my “To Be Read” pile. I’m happy to think this ‘antilibrary’ concept is what gives me inspiration as I sit among the bookcases in my writing room…that or maybe it’s just all the bright colors? -BLD
Library cat says, “Don’t judge me.”
Over the course of his life, Umberto Eco amassed a collection of some thirty thousand books. The twentieth-century Italian novelist, philosopher, and medievalist housed his personal library in a labyrinthine expanse of long, bookcase-lined hallways that led to and through dozens of rooms, each of which was filled with rows of heavily laden shelves. Nestled here and there were large tables stacked high with more books and piles of manuscript pages. It was the kind of place you could easily—and if you were a bibliophile, happily—get lost in.
While my own library is immeasurably more modest than Signor Eco’s, the two do have something in common: both include a number of books never read by their owner.
I used to feel guilty about all the unread books on my shelves, but that was before I read about the “antilibrary.” The term was coined by
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