Last night I began reading the latest copy of American Scholar magazine, and came across a brief essay by one Jethro K. Lieberman, a recently retired professor of law at New York Law School. Since he’s not working, his friends are encouraging him to get rid of his books, but he’s resisting.
“What do you need them for?” they keep asking him.
“Partly for comfort, I suppose,” he writes. “I have been around books nearly three-quarters of a century…They have defined much of my life.”
No kidding. My books mark my passage through an educational process and a life experience that only began with graduation from college. Now, I’m not as resistant to getting rid of books as Professor Lieberman. I got rid of around 500 of my late wife’s since she died (No, that barely scratched the surface of her collection), and culled maybe 150 of mine. I will re-read and re-read again some of these, but I don’t keep them around on the off chance that I’ll begin at Shelf One and re-read through Shelf Fifteen.
As the professor says, they provide comfort. They surround me even as I write this (see photo above), each one whispering of insights gained, lessons learned, faraway places experienced. But why comfort, really? They bring the world to my fingertips. They’re friends. For aren’t we all questions in human form, questions answered by supplementing personal experience with the ideas and experiences of friends far and near? And what better way to go through such a life than surrounded by your closest friends?
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