Today on Librarystuff.net, Steven Cohen has posted “In Defense of the Memory Theatre”, concerning the decline and expected demise of the printed book, and more importantly, the personal library.
My personal library is small in comparison to some I have enviously witnessed, and has a many figuratively empty shelves awaiting all the specific titles I wish I owned but haven’t yet had the resources to purchase. My father’s personal library contains a large number of books about Britain, his home country. These titles include glossy-paged guides to the Royals, multi-volume works by Winston Churchill, and pages upon pages of things to see and places to visit in the United Kingdom. Some of my favorite titles originated on the shelves of my father’s bookcase-The Chronicles of Narnia, The Hobbit, The Lord of The Rings. All these now have their own place in my collection, some of them prettier and newer than the copies I explored as a child, all of them respected and cherished then and now. In the personal library of my family is where I first developed my love of words, and books from that collection are the books I have read so many times I’ve lost count. If the personal library is indeed in decline, I can only hope that a faction of true believers will hold on long enough for me to expand my own collection. I cannot say there is any substitute for a printed volume with pages that contain not just words, but memories.