Where Gillan's books have too many adventures (again)
I need to find a method of making my books behave.
This morning, I realised that my flat suddenly possesses three piles of steampunk where there should be only one*, and several steampunk novels have silently added themselves to the pile next to my bed where novels currently languish (since I'm not reading in bed much these days). I could make one heap of steampunkery, or - since obviously steampunk novels have minds of their own - I could read most of them this week then find them permanent homes. This means finding space in the bookshelves, of course, which is a somewhat herculean task** but it also means a week of reading steampunk in between other work, and this week is a non-teaching week and ... The more I think of it, the more I suspect that my steampunk books were sending me a message of "Read me!"
The first book that allowed itself to be found when my creative stacks decided to get more creative is now missing again. It's a volume on Medieval science and I really *do* have to finish that review of it this week (along with the half-written review of Norbert Ohler's updated book and the one I want to write about Kafkaesque), so I shall be sending out search parties (again). All the other outstanding Medieval books are for different projects and currently make one neat little stack, not too high, topped by "La grande cuisine arabe du moyen age" and right next to "The Seven Beauties of Science Fiction."
Why am I giving you all this information? If my books are sending me a message, it's so very occult*** that I'm missing it. If the advice is that I have too many books, I shall ignore it. I gave away four books at Conflux and three in Melbourne, and I was impressed at myself. Seven books is as good as it gets in terms of volume-loss**** .
What I really need are translators of bookish - suggestions as to what the behaviour of my books are saying. I only hope my volumes are polite...
* Don't steampunk novels know their Highlander? Honestly!!
**There is a reason for my books revolting in exquisite fashion and it is full shelves and a full apartment.
***Speaking of occult, that dratted manual of necromancy is now safely stowed next to Walter of Wimbourne. I'm hoping Walter can keep it under control. Yesterday I found it in the middle of my lounge room floor, which is better than being unaccountably missing for three years, I guess.
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desperance
- just ignore this comment - of course you can lose books. Although in my case donating to a very specific fund-raising caused most of the loss, and friends yearning after books caused the rest - it was more natural attrition, in fact, than calculated loss. I wonder if there is a Book-Watchers organisation for those who can't lose books when they need to?
This morning, I realised that my flat suddenly possesses three piles of steampunk where there should be only one*, and several steampunk novels have silently added themselves to the pile next to my bed where novels currently languish (since I'm not reading in bed much these days). I could make one heap of steampunkery, or - since obviously steampunk novels have minds of their own - I could read most of them this week then find them permanent homes. This means finding space in the bookshelves, of course, which is a somewhat herculean task** but it also means a week of reading steampunk in between other work, and this week is a non-teaching week and ... The more I think of it, the more I suspect that my steampunk books were sending me a message of "Read me!"
The first book that allowed itself to be found when my creative stacks decided to get more creative is now missing again. It's a volume on Medieval science and I really *do* have to finish that review of it this week (along with the half-written review of Norbert Ohler's updated book and the one I want to write about Kafkaesque), so I shall be sending out search parties (again). All the other outstanding Medieval books are for different projects and currently make one neat little stack, not too high, topped by "La grande cuisine arabe du moyen age" and right next to "The Seven Beauties of Science Fiction."
Why am I giving you all this information? If my books are sending me a message, it's so very occult*** that I'm missing it. If the advice is that I have too many books, I shall ignore it. I gave away four books at Conflux and three in Melbourne, and I was impressed at myself. Seven books is as good as it gets in terms of volume-loss**** .
What I really need are translators of bookish - suggestions as to what the behaviour of my books are saying. I only hope my volumes are polite...
* Don't steampunk novels know their Highlander? Honestly!!
**There is a reason for my books revolting in exquisite fashion and it is full shelves and a full apartment.
***Speaking of occult, that dratted manual of necromancy is now safely stowed next to Walter of Wimbourne. I'm hoping Walter can keep it under control. Yesterday I found it in the middle of my lounge room floor, which is better than being unaccountably missing for three years, I guess.
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desperance
- just ignore this comment - of course you can lose books. Although in my case donating to a very specific fund-raising caused most of the loss, and friends yearning after books caused the rest - it was more natural attrition, in fact, than calculated loss. I wonder if there is a Book-Watchers organisation for those who can't lose books when they need to?
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