A good home for books
What meaning lies in any library? The truth has gone with Mehlli Gobhai, one of the finest abstractionists India has produced
If you have
not read Anne Fadiman’s Ex Libris:
Confessions of a Common Reader, I should suggest you waste no time
in heading to your nearest bookshop. It is a lovely book and one of the essays
I read with a detached interest was on the marriage of two bibliophile’s
collections of books. What does one do with duplicates? How does one measure
the sentiment one attached to one’s own second-hand copy of Book X and the
spouse’s much-thumbed copy of the same book? And how does one work one’s way to
some unity, some harmony? Perhaps in the expanses of American apartments some
duplication might be permissible but what does one do here, in a city of small
flats? Some sacrifices would be necessary. And what would happen, if the
marriage of the people were not to work?
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