Stacks
Library. I'll bet if you
asked the average earbud-wearing youth if they've every been to a library,
they'd be all, "Wait, what? Yeah,
no." because that's how people talk now.
"Yeah. No."? Which is
it?
Say that word to me, slap on a blood pressure cuff, and you
will see my numbers drop to double digits.
First word that comes to mind?
Quiet. As in "peace and --." No overheard one-sided phone conversations:
"No. Yeah. I'll be over later. I'm in the lie-berry right now. Huh? I
dunno. Some place with half-asleep
glasses-wearing people in it."
Next word:
Musty. Now, generally I'm not
pro-musty. Musty is no good for closets,
but that's what libraries have going for them.
That smell, my friends, is knowledge.
That smell is leaving the present for another world created solely in
your mind by another person's words.
That smell is literature.
There's the quiet again but there's also a special
mothership kind of humming, a creaking of bindings unhinging, maybe for the
first time in decades. The protective
plastic cover rustling, edges a little scratchy in your palm. Your breath whistling through your nose and
the shuffle of your soles on the flat dull carpet.
And the sights.
There's something for your sense of sight, too. Tall, thin volumes; short, compact,
purse-sized books, embossed gold narrow Times Roman titles, cover art that lets
you know the contents are good, like a really cool wine bottle label.
I think I'll let your sense of taste just…be. It really doesn't come into play at a
library. What you do there is your
business. Just don't let the library
staff catch you.
My mom took us to the library every week, where I picked up the bad habit of reading grown up novels too young. You perfectly capture here the physical attunement some of us experience in the stacks. Thanks!
ReplyDeleteThanks for reading my post, Carol. I knew there were other library lovers out there!
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ReplyDeleteYou actually had to go somewhere to get entertainment content? Wow, things really were crazy with you olds.
ReplyDeleteNot only that, RH, it could take half a day in my daddy's mule-drawn wagon to get to the book place.
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ReplyDeleteI love this piece, Jeanette. I especially like the line, "That smell is literature." Great!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Chris. :-)
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