Monday, January 28, 2019

A Moving Experience


The smell and feel and heft of books, time to move, only a mile away, the same neighborhood, and unexpectedly a new home called to us and we answered, empty nesters now, this an updated home with more room, better views, but what of the books some 7,000 strong, overflowing the old house’s master bedroom, the former kids’ rooms, the game room, the half bath, and closets and I couldn’t let movers touch them, no sir, and I’m still twenty-something mentally and I will move them myself, all of them, and it will be fun and a fine workout but time waits for no man, and I pack, and arrange, and lift, and push forward and the steep stairs push back and thirty boxes turns to three hundred and damnit my huge bottle of ibuprofen is the only thing separating me from incapacity and hospitalization but it’s worth it I swear to myself and each packed box tingles and thrills as thirty years of closely curated finds reveal themselves once again and I can’t remember them all but I do rediscover most as they fill my hands and I pause over and over to dip and touch and recall finds hiding in top shelves of bookstores, dealer catalogues, auction houses, and a furniture store, and I remember friends and acquaintances, a world of rare book hunters, some still close and others gone until Book Valhalla’s reunion and sadness and happiness as memories flow and I realize my book centered life is a people centered life and immersion in books can be almost overwhelming at times, almost, and I think about this as my breath is short and my dolly creaks under a stack of boxes, and I figure out even as a liberal arts major how to engineer 27 boxes in my Korean-born SUV, the rear tailgate not quite secure, but again I rationalize I’m only a mile away to the new house and I dodge youngsters playing in the street and wonder if they’ll even know what a book is as sweat drips and my sight is blurred and I barely miss my octogenarian neighbor walking his hot dog and I realize I almost took out one of the old school readers who may not know a rare book from a paperback but he knows a book and I coast gingerly into our new expansive driveway hoping not to shake a binding or twerk a fragile, wrappered copy, and this is only the delivery part and does not include my new expertise at assembling IKEA bookshelves that take the place of those dreamed of custom shelves that somehow never happen as the extra money goes to books and not to shelves and my priorities of a collector bubble up and I think fleetingly of the exotic sports car that could have been mine had my tastes not run to books and then I’m okay because someday I might sell some of these books and buy a sports car which is as likely as a unicorn, but the sun is shining, the air pure, and it balms the spirit as I precariously balance wants and needs and how my mind does wander when hot and tired and then it’s time to carry those boxes gently and lovingly up that damn flight of steep stairs to the new game room that is now properly a library and then the idea to put everything in alphabetical order worms into my brain like mad cow disease and instead of a couple weeks of moving it becomes a couple of months, and the organization takes the form of dozens of stacks and piles and temporary shelves and god knows what saturate my full mind as the mass is organized and all else is forgotten and the spouse wonders what sanity is left and I pause long enough to give that boyish look that is both cute and exasperating to the loved one and more time is granted for the folly and glory of a book person at full intensity, and miraculously order emerges, despite pause after delightful pause, and my reflexes sharpen as I ninja to keep half shelves from falling over and any book baby that is fragile is given extra attention and I realize more dust jacket and mylar covers are needed and this proposed task is daunting but the idea warms like the bourbon and Coke being sipped from my thermos, not to hide the drink but because it leaves no rings on books or shelves, and as my new library takes shape, the pain, the mental juggling, those pleasant distractions of work and family, melt away leaving a glorious ensemble of bookish delights to surround, fortify, please, intrigue, and sooth, each tome a person reaching from finality, and I grasp carefully one close and dip again or anew, and my biceps are taut as youth, and I can’t await my first book visitors to the new home and as this passionate thought provides stimulation, I notice, forlornly, that available shelf space in the new home is not what I had hoped and I worry once again, but it passes and somehow, I’m ready for more and no one is surprised.


The Upstairs Library
The Master Bedroom Library


Visitors this month.  Move it and they will come.


Very Fine collectors Bill Fisher & Douglas Adams with The Batman (and me)
Kevin Mac Donnell, Mighty Twain Collector & Scholar (and noted Dealer)

Old friend & former colleague Richard Austin, Director of Books & MSS at Sotheby's NY.


11 comments:

  1. That is a nice 874 word sentence but really we need a picture.

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    1. Periods are for sissies. Alright Mr. Adams, I'll post some pics....

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  2. Nice read , like visiting all your old friends again and finding them a place . best of luck with the new home and library. I enjoy your writing very much !

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    1. Thanks for the kind feedback. At bibliopath's suggestion I'm adding a couple of pictures of recent visitors.

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  3. Lovely post. I have been there many times over my life, moving my books, library books, books of others, wife's books, etc. There's a certain joy in it, without question.

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  4. LOL - I too sleep with a room of books

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  5. Oh I loved reading this �� well done, these serious tasks take time, love and understanding, and reminiscing don’t forget the reminiscing. Archives Fine Books over here in Brisbane Australia shared your post and I am so glad they did.

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  6. As per comment above, I'm here because Archives Fine Books shared your post! Wonderful sentence to describe your move. Love your beautiful book rooms and that's a very handsome cat.

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  8. Kurt, you must be an Olympian. I recently bought 11,000 scholarly books. Not even once did I think I could move them all, in the end it took nine professional movers and two large trucks to get them out. Just boxing them took a day and a half. When the movers were done and I was handing out the pay and generous tips they said "If you need movers again please do NOT call us".

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