Tonight, after a long drive home, we dropped them off at the Meeting House, or what Milena called The Book Warehouse. I noticed that upon arrival that there were boxes of books on the floor – yesterday Bea and Nan assisted Pete in sorting.
So the revelatory part of this dispatch – I realized that, overall, there is now, at least in Alaska, an overabundance of good books. And there are a handful of us who value these books and are attempting to get them into good hands. The problem is (I pause here, in an attempt to get at a certain truth), we love books, but end up surrounding ourselves by too many of them, more in fact than we will ever read.
And so, I came home, after a few days of being away from here, to a house filled with books. It is like I am seeing what’s going on, anew. I have the edge over the two bookstore owners that I met in that I don’t have a shop and am not expecting to make a wage by selling books.
I suspect that if I did have a shop, that I would have an overabundance of books.
So I am going to continue with the Bright Lights Book Project, and give books away for free. And at the same time, I am going to refrain from taking on any more books. If anything, I will part company with some of those I have on hand.
I just have to accept the fact that although I value the good work of writers, that I will never be able to read all the books I’m coming across.
I sense that I must write more about this. I must write a book about the overabundance of books. Hardship sells, but irony endures the test of time.
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