Sunday, June 5, 2011
I've been ordering books at the library of late -- trying to turn the tide of bought books that threaten to take over every corner and surface of my house. Despite the purchase of a Kindle a few years ago and a subsequent rigorous discipline of only buying hardbacks of writers that I just know I will want to hold in my hands and smell and caress, the piles grow, they topple, they gather dust. The Central Library in downtown Los Angeles has an incredible database and now I can visit my podunk local library, (the one with the shopping carts and homeless folks outside and an empty public pool, scrawled with graffiti and dusted over by baseball dirt,) order any book off of the ancient computers and have it sent to me for pick-up within a few days. Yesterday, I picked up Laurie Colwin's Home Cooking and More Home Cooking, two books I read so many years ago, that I know I lent out and never got back but I had a hankering for good writing and recipes, so I picked them up and checked them out and walked down the hill to watch Henry's baseball game, their crinkly jackets pressed to my white shirt, provoking a few chiding laughs from Those Who Don't Visit Libraries.
The Library from Sergey Stefanovich on Vimeo.