Since COVID-19 isolation began, I’ve been intrigued by various TV personalities broadcasting from their home offices and living rooms, surrounded by bookshelves crammed to capacity. Each time I observe such an intellectual ambiance, I find myself asking the same two rhetorical questions:
1. When was the last time you opened one of those books?
2. Why do you keep them?
Many possible answers to question No. 2 come to mind:
Maybe your home came with built-ins and was a good fit for obsolete texts from university days to which you still have an emotional attachment.
Perhaps you want to communicate that you are an erudite member of society, as opposed to being part of the great unwashed and unread.
Or maybe the best reason of all: you keep them because you have read them and really love them. And who knows, you may want to re-read them one day or pass them down as heirlooms to the next generation.
Whatever the reasons, they’re all good. In this technological age, nothing equals the smell, feel, warmth and knowledge about the owner inherent in a book on their shelf.
Trying to (unsuccessfully) decipher the titles from TV offices and home bookshelves got me to thinking about my own collection. Although a techno-weenie, I’m not much of a book buyer either, as my two spindly bookcases will attest. However, the volumes I do have speak, well, volumes about the story of my life.
I have quite a few French books, including samples sent from publishers as an incentive to buy a class set, cute books with a French twist received as gifts, and a variety of others in la belle langue which I refer to from time to time. I’ve even reopened a few during this time of social quarantine. They are a reminder of my career choice to become a teacher of one of the most beautiful languages and richest cultures in the world. What a great ride it was.
I also have a small collection of books on the history, geography and fun facts of Arizona. When I started teaching middle school, I got “volunteered” to teach Arizona social studies in addition to French. These books, which I used as adjuncts to the text, are another piece of the mosaic of my teaching career. I discovered that Arizona social studies was not only a multilayered subject to teach but a real brain stretcher for me. The subject provoked my curiosity about other Arizona cities and their diverse inhabitants.
No writing about my book collection would be complete without mention of my “Chicken Soup for the Soul” books. With my eternal love of human-interest stories, I gobbled them up at the used bookstore and have re-read many submissions which are universally life-affirming.
Full disclosure, I still have a couple of old, thick dictionaries, a thesaurus and other reference books for which there is no need, since a computer can do the same job with a click or two. However, they do have a practical application, on the bottom shelf of my bookcase, as a sturdy anchor for the other books.
Readers, I welcome your comments about what books are on your bookshelf and why. Please email me at Babette2@comcast.net.