I know I said a couple of posts ago that spiders are your friends. But as far as friends go, libraries just blow spiders away.
A library is not
simply a collection of books because when a certain critical mass is reached, it becomes a Library.
Yes, more than an amalgamation of book components, rather its own
entity with its own life and soul. You can feel it when you walk into a
good library. You can taste it... and smell it.
The photograph up
above is Pattee Library at Penn State. It smells pretty good. I did a
lot of my studying right there in the library. They had rooms full of
those big super-heavy, blonde-wood library-tables that you could spread
out on like some sort of executive.
But
I had the rare and sought-after privilege of having a study location
right in the stacks. Absolute silence and a locked area to keep my stuff
centered there in the middle of the seventh floor stacks. I mean, really! Who could ask for more?
Because, like I said, libraries (and subsequently books) are your friends.
Think about it.
If
you have no social status or social skills, books don't care, they're
there for you just the same! If you have no friends, they will
volunteer. If you have no money, they will take you places. If you have
no education, they will teach you. If you don't know anyone, they will
introduce you. Yet, they ask for nothing in return. And they smell good.
If that's not a friend, what is?
I've loved libraries since I
was introduced to my first school library at William Jennings Bryan
Elementary. I couldn't believe there were SO MANY books! Of course, I
had to work in the library at all the schools I attended. I never had a
chance. Maybe it's genetic.
So, as I was saying in my last post,
there was another bus line serving Carol City, the City of Miami bus
line that would take me practically anywhere in Dade County. 'Anywhere'
included the mecca of all meccas, the downtown main branch of the Miami
Public Library.
Whooooaaaaaa!
For thirty-five cents, I
could get on a bus five blocks from my house and get dropped off right
in front of the library. And it was a beautiful library, this is what
it looked like in those days.
Look
at it sitting there like a temple in the middle of Bayfront Park, all
marble and solid-looking. With more books than I'd ever seen! I read my
first Freud there. I wrote my papers there with so much at my disposal,
it was like stumbling on the Internet! And they even let me take books
home!!
So,
what did Miami do with this cathedral? This central magnet of all
things good and illuminating? Why they tore it DOWN of course! Why would
you want to KEEP something like that? They built another one down by
City Hall. Looks like a brick.
Yale, on the other hand, designed their library to actually LOOK like a cathedral. Which it IS!
And inside it was just as impressive, I doubt they'll tear it down in ten years.
And
they respected their history enough to keep their old card catalog
structure so new students would have a chance to feel fortunate that
everything is online. Here's Deb wishing that little cart was motorized.
Oh, I'm not really complaining
about Miami's decision to destroy my history. I'm certain they had a
really good reason. Look, they had a little exhibit 
of some of the tools we used to use to sort cards. Wow, that brought back memories.
It's
just annoying that I've walked into buildings a thousand years old or
more but this beautiful structure, BARELY broken in, with all those
marble memories and that wonderful smell - this building had to go. Pfffffffthh!
You
can call me a Luddite if you wish, but e-books can't replace books any
more than the Internet will replace the Library. Supplement, sure.
Complement, absolutely. Replace? Naaah. Have you smelled an e-book
reader? It smells faintly of plastic and machine oil.
That ain't the same thing!
2 comments:
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Leah Kleylein said...
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The saddest thing ever is a library built in the brutalist style! I wish all libraries had marble and stained glass and wood! :-)
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Dave said...
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Ahhhh, the smell of books. It's definitely genetic!
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