The Monday Book: THE LIBRARY BOOK by Susan Orlean

Our Monday book this week comes from Janelle Bailey


Oh, this book spoke to me…and made a number of my synapses tingle in agreement with and understanding of, valuing of ideas Orlean shared here. I feel that our affinity and fondness for libraries and for books is…very similar. And literally, I listened to the audiobook, and since Orlean read it herself, she truly did speak to me as well.
The first thing that struck me is that this particular event that she focuses on throughout the book, a fire in a Los Angeles library in April of 1986 had me wondering whether I was possibly IN Los Angeles when that happened. I will have to do some digging to see if that is, indeed, when I was in LA and at Merv Griffin Studios for my first Wheel of Fortune tryout/testing, etc. Man, I just think that I possibly was. MAYBE that was earlier that spring…say in late March or early April. Regardless, this had me thinking about how without cell phones and notifications and news and social media, well…it may not have been something I would have learned about right then even IF I was right in that city when it happened.
And here is another audiobook which I wish I had read in print, as there were so many lines I wanted to underline and savor and save, such as something she said about like alcoholics crave and need alcohol do librarians love and need their books…or something like that. Actually the entire thing made me feel that maybe I don’t need to write books so much as I should become a librarian. And then I thought naw…I AM a librarian in all of the ways that they thrive; I’m just not being paid to do the work, and I don’t have to report to anyone. But alllllll of the satisfaction conveyed in this book about “being” a librarian, I do enjoy from having my own alphabetized shelves and collection and the willingness to make recommendations to others and share them, etc.
I enjoyed Orlean’s practice of starting each chapter with citations of particular works, including their authors, call numbers, publication dates and authors, etc…sometimes even location in a library. Again, since I listened to the audiobook rather than reading a print version of the book, I am imagining what this looks like on the page, but it truly took me a few chapters to figure out what was happening there, and then a few more after that to understand how each collection was united. I wish I had been able to easily go back to the beginning of the chapter at its end to see how that all played out in each chapter. I thought that the last chapter’s citations were just plain poetic in list. Giggled out loud on my walk.
This is a very enjoyable non-fiction “read,” though the story it tells is a troubling one at its roots, the story of this horrific and extremely detrimental fire on April 29 of 1986 at the Los Angeles Public Library, and also some of the story about Harry Peak, the only “suspect,” really, ever questioned about that fire, it seems. And what a tangled web that all is/became.
If I’m critical of anything it is that there is repetition, that the book is just a tad longer than it needs to be to tell this story and even to tell it well. I suspect I “get” why Orlean may have chosen to do that, but I didn’t think it was necessary or helpful in building a case. It came across as though she may have forgotten she’d already said those things.
And I’m truly not critical of that, even, as I appreciated everything about this book. I loved meeting the librarians and hearing about how they’d gotten there and what they hoped to accomplish, and of Orlean’s own history with libraries, back to childhood and beyond. I enjoyed meeting the patrons and the employees in their various facets of contribution to the workings of libraries and appreciate the efforts of libraries to be community centers, places where people can find sanctuary of some kind in challenging times.
Was I the last one to get to this book? Have you all read it already?! If not…please do.

Nature Abhors a Vacuum

Jack once again posts his Wednesday guest post on Thursday – sigh – – –

It’s amazing the quote I remember from a School science lesson – –

The vacuum is, of course, what our lives could have become during the pandemic for the last year and a quarter!

The most obvious thing for us in fighting that vacuum is how our house has changed. Our ceilidh room was where we entertained friends, held house concerts, and even ceilidhs (hence the name). But it became our home entertainment center, with a big screen and a projector to plug into my laptop and a good set of speakers. Wendy bought a box set of all twenty seasons of ‘Law and Order’ which we along with favorite movies on some nights. (Currently rounding toward the end of season 19!)

The library morphed into Wendy’s home office whence she somehow managed to orchestrate the supply of PPE to health centers and hospitals all over the area from March-May 2020. After that it was her writing studio as she churned out a book with colleagues on COVID conspiracy theories. And it accrued quite a lot of craft items, as she discovered decoupage. Recently a friend visited and commented, “I see you found a new hobby, Wendy.”

Our guest room continued to double as my studio where I prepare my radio show. But there was a period when I unusually had to pre-record the links out in our backyard log cabin, which was slow and tedious. That was due to some noise control efforts, since we have a sound proof box in the cabin.

But a lot of our time has been spent outside trying to learn how to grow vegetables. Last year wasn’t too successful but we have better hopes for this year. Some good friends tilled an extra section of the yard and it has carrots, beets, onions and the ‘the three sisters’ (corn, beans and squash), which all seem to be coming along fine. And Wendy has taken up foraging, which she calls lazy gardening. Why ignore nature presenting us with things like purslane and burdock—especially when we turn out to suck at gardening in the first place?

Our corn is as high as a baby elephant’s eye!

It would have been very easy for us to be ‘couch potatoes’ looking at the walls, but Wendy deliberately set her face against that and made sure, from the start, we would be occupied. We read lots of books—not to mention she had two published and has another two on the way. I took on some small construction projects and we made a fence to keep our chickens away from the back deck. Despite our failures, the garden has seen results. And we had the window visitors; people came by to drop off or pick up items (when the PPE runs ended Wendy kept going with a buy nothing list for the county, ranging from food to clothing to household detritus. I believe our neighbors might think we’re dealing drugs, the number of window packages that have been passed around here, and items left on doorsteps in mysterious lumpy packages. But she’s done some wonderful things for some community members with these free items.)

I believe this has kept us mentally and physically healthy and this seems to chime with other folks’ experiences. Once we finish season 20 of Law and Order, I’m not sure what we will do with ourselves, of course…..