A house without books is like a room without windows.
On September 8 I wrote in this journal that I sometimes say I don't read books, I eat them. Even with bad eyesight, books are a great pleasure in my life. During my career I didn't do as much reading of books as I would have liked to because I spent so much time reading scripts, the same scripts over and over again. There was no time left for literature of the fiction, non fiction variety.
When I was a child, due to the poor and often squalid living quarters, there wasn't much of interest to see out the windows, so I was a reader. Someone gave me a book of poems by Robert Leuis Stevenson which I loved. I soon found he had written a novel called "Treasure Island" so I read that.
I made ample use of the local library. The librarian was a very nice spinster who, even into her 60's, rode her bicycle back and forth to work. When she saw that I enjoyed "Treasure Island" she recommended Jules Verne to me. So I read many of the Verne novels beginning with "Mysterious Island." They gave me a taste for science fiction and prophesy, as some of those novels have come true (submarines, rapid air travel and the moon landing).
During my career I worked part time, when I was available, recording books for the blind, under a grant from The Library Of Congress. I recorded over 25 books, mostly fiction, with some philosophy. Because it was for the Library everything had to be correct, mistakes were not allowed. As a result I read every book carefully, painstakingly, as much as I would read the script of a play I was going to perform, because recording the book was a performance.
Hence, now I treat every book with the same meticulous care, and instead of reading them, I eat them. Meaning I read, reread and return to the books I love and remember. Every time I return to a book the landscapes are different, the dynamics have shuffled and the characters have all grown up. To open a book leads me into a strange and unexpected universe where I am an invited guest into the author's imagination. It is a journey into and through small towns, city streets, deep forests, across shifting dunes and into outer space. I go in front and beckon, take the author's hand or walk behind and follow every footprint. I look where the author points and see things I never see. I hear the silent sounds and taste the fruit. I have hundreds of windows stacked up under my windows, waiting to be eaten.
DB - Vagabond Journeys
Never Give Up
The end of Summer is fast approaching, people.
It's a long, hot, sticky summer, so here's a hot, sticky question for you.
Same sex marriage. Should it be legal or not? If so, why? If not, why not?
21 interesting answers so far.
You have until the last day of summer, but don't dally.
I eagerly await your answer.