I shared with you my thoughts on reading books and our  dilemma with trying to simplify, yet not wanting to part with any of them. I especially loved your reaction to this mutual quandary. I agree. How could any of us do it? It would seem like a betrayal of them- the ones that formed us.

It’s especially timely to ask this question since many of us are currently transitioning to post-grad, new jobs in new cities, buying or building houses, or perhaps downsizing even more. . . we inevitable start to get rid of stuff and pause when we arrive at the bookshelves.

Maybe you detached and passed them on. Maybe you still treasure them and plan on passing them down to your children and grandchildren. One memory I hold dear is sitting in my grandpa’s library, enclosed by the walls and the echoes of those volumes. He was a professor, a traveler and an avid reader, and I wish I had had the opportunity to grow up near him. I would have undoubtedly spent hours running my fingers through those well-read, worn pages.

I’d like to share this excellent speech by William Lyon Phelps that our friend Andy shared with us when this topic came up in conversation.

The Pleasure of Books

The habit of reading is one of the greatest resources of mankind;and we enjoy reading books that belong to us much more than if they are borrowed. A borrowed book is like a guest in the house; it must be treated with punctiliousness, with a certain considerate formality. You must see that it sustains no damage; it must not suffer while under your roof. You cannot leave it carelessly, you cannot mark it, you cannot turn down the pages, you cannot use it familiarly. And then, some day, although this is seldom done, you really ought to return it.

“The best mural decorations is books”

But your own books belong to you; you treat them with that affectionate intimacy that annihilates formality. Books are for use, not for show; you should own no book that you are afraid to mark up, or afraid to place on the table, wide open and face down. A good reason for marking favorite passages in books is that this practice enables you to remember more easily the significant sayings, to refer to them quickly, and then in later years, it is like visiting a forest where you once blazed a trail. You have the pleasure of going over the old ground, and recalling both the intellectual scenery and your own earlier self.

Everyone should begin collecting a private library in youth; the instinct of private property, which is fundamental in human beings, can here be cultivated with every advantage and no evils. One should have one’s own bookshelves, which should not have doors, glass windows, or keys; they should be free and accessible to the hand as well as to the eye. The best of mural decorations is books; they are more varied in color and appearance than any wallpaper, they are more attractive in design, and they have the prime advantage of being separate personalities, so that if you sit alone in the room in the firelight, you are surrounded with intimate friends. The knowledge that they are there in plain view is both stimulating and refreshing. You do not have to read them all. Most of my indoor life is spent in a room containing six thousand books; and I have a stock answer to the invariable question that comes from strangers. “Have you read all of these books?”

“Some of them twice.” This reply is both true and unexpected.

“One should have one’s own bookshelves, which should not have doors, glass windows, or keys; they should be free and accessible to the hand as well as to the eye.”

There are of course no friends like living, breathing, corporeal men and women; my devotion to reading has never made me a recluse. How could it? Books are of the people, by the people, for the people. Literature is the immortal part of history; it is the best and most enduring part of personality. But book-friends have this advantage over living friends; you can enjoy the most truly aristocratic society in the world whenever you want it. The great dead are beyond our physical reach, and the great living are usually almost as inaccessible; as for our personal friends and acquaintances, we cannot always see them. Perchance they are asleep, or away on a journey. But in a private library, you can at any moment converse with Socrates or Shakespeare or Carlyle or Dumas or Dickens or Shaw or Barrie or Galsworthy. And there is no doubt that in these books you see these men at their best. They wrote for you. They “laid themselves out,” they did their ultimate best to entertain you, to make a favorable impression. You are necessary to them as an audience is to an actor; only instead of seeing them masked, you look into their innermost heart of heart.

-William Lyon Phelps, 1933  via radio broadcast.

One month after this speech was broadcasted, the Nazi regime began their campaign of burning  books with “anti German” ideas.

What’s your strategy for keeping/storing/passing books? And what’s a great book you’ve recently read? Is there a particular author that you’ve wanting to get acquainted with? I’d love to see my reading list grow. Right now I have two authors that come to mind.

Confession: I received my degree in Spanish Literature and have yet to completely read Miguel de Cervantes’ Don Quijote!

I studied exerpts and the genre, but was studying abroad or had a full schedule when the course was offered. There has been, however, also something else holding me back from doing it now. I want to wait to acquire my own copy. And not just any copy, but a well-worn one and  ideally a first edition.

One like this one, but in Spanish, of course.

I’ve also been wanting to read Flannery O’ Connor for years, especially since I lived in the same city and attended the same school she did! Today I finally began Wise Blood.