I love books. I enjoy handling a beautifully made book. I delight in the heft and feel and smell of a new, good quality, hardback. There is an aesthetic in bookbinding, in page design, choice of font, type of paper. Those who predict the demise of the book make me nervous and anxious in case they are right- maybe I am stockpiling against the day!
Books have made my own journey with God more informative and formative, with interesting intersections where my mind has met another – and when truth, wisdom, beauty, insight, knowledge have often been the consequence of the meeting. I am deeply grateful for the silent conversations I have had. I have a note of every book I’ve read in the past 30 years – and of most of the ones I’ve bought. Mind you I offload books too – I’ve no interest in mere accumulation. If push came to shove I could get by on a select, rather than a comprehensive bibliography from my library.
However, as a half-way responsible bibliophile I am increasingly aware of the ecological cost of paper, printing and marketing of books. I can recite most of the excuses and rationalisations others make, and can invent a few novel ones of my own. But yes – libraries, trusting friends, used books, charity shops, these all help through cumulative use and recycling- though I already do these. So then we come to the self-denying ordinance – why is another book necessary, and why do I need to possess it? When does a hobby become an obsession, legitimate enjoyment a dependence, fun become compulsion? The full title of the book in this paragraph is Bibliomania, or Book Madness Containing Some Account of the History, Symptoms and Cure of this Fatal Disease, Reginald Heber.
So each month I’ll fess up to the next proposed purchase, and display the evidence on the sidebar under ‘confessions of a bibliophile’. I will write no more than a one hundred word post, not to review the recent acquisition, (since I haven’t acquired it yet!) but to justify its purchase. Maybe I can persuade myself not to click on the confirm order button! "Of the making of books there is no end, and much clicking is a weariness of the flesh" – with apologies to The Preacher. The first book to be considered is this one, details on the Confessions sidebar. My justification will be the next Confessions post.