“A person’s
library is often a symbolic representation of his or her mind. A man who has
quit expanding his personal library may have reached the point where he thinks
he knows all he needs to and that what he doesn’t know can’t hurt him. He has
no desire to keep growing intellectually. The man with an ever-expanding
library understands the importance of remaining curious, open to new ideas and
voices.”
I too am a
psychoanalyst of other people’s bookshelves, but that’s a role easily blurred with snobbery. If I see Stephen King on your shelf, I can’t help but draw conclusions,
but I weigh those conclusions against other evidence, including the rest of the
books on your shelves and the way you talk about them. Likewise, the presence
of Finnegans Wake might be
interpreted in many contradictory ways.
“A man who
has quit expanding his personal library” might be financially strapped, sick,
content with his collection, or an enthusiastic public library patron. To
conclude that he “may have reached the point where he thinks he knows all he
needs to and that what he doesn’t know can’t hurt him” is presumptuous and
seriously underestimates the importance of individual titles in the lives of
many readers. A reader might be devoted to one book, one writer or one literary
era, and that may suffice for a lifetime.
In a lecture
on Monday I heard a neuroscientist say, “The brain is matched to the world.” That’s
because the human brain evolved out of the world. It is a complementary piece
of the world. Our libraries, like much else in our lives, are matched to that
elusive but readily recognized quality, sensibility. Mims writes: “The man with
an ever-expanding library understands the importance of remaining curious, open
to new ideas and voices.” No, he may just understand the importance of a fat
bank account. Curiosity has nothing to do with it.
Mims makes
too much of the unread books on our shelves. Many explanations are apparent. I
haven’t recently taken an inventory but I think I have read every volume I own.
The most recent addition, Joseph Epstein’s Charm:
The Elusive Enchantment, arrived in the mail on Monday. I stayed up late and
finished reading it.
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