To browse my bookshelves is to browse my history.
Our history, actually. The books my husband and I choose to
keep reflect our lives both before our marriage and during. Walk into the study
(as we call it) and you could tell the story of our lives by reading the titles
on the bookshelves.
We have always had a study. Even in our first apartment we
turned the extra bedroom into a room of books. Of course, back then we couldn’t
afford shelves, so most of the books remained in boxes.
But that was okay. The ones we really wanted were out (The Lord of the Rings, for example) and
we knew we weren’t going to rent forever. Might as well leave them boxed for
the next move – which was into our first house.
That house was about 1400 square feet, but it had three bedrooms upstairs. We took the back bedroom as our own, the tiny
bedroom as storage (no attic) and the front room as our study. I never had the
privilege of meeting my husband’s grandfather, but the one and only bookshelf
we owned was one he’d built and my husband had inherited. Steven built all the
bookshelves for the study based on his grandfather’s design.
When my daughter was born, the storage room became the
baby’s bedroom. Then my son came into the world and we round-robined the rooms:
ours became my daughter’s, we moved into the study and all the bookshelves
moved into the hall. Notice we did not box up the books and put them into
storage. We overcrowded the house rather than not have them available.
When we outgrew the house, we deliberately chose a new house
with extra bedrooms. There are four of us, so naturally we chose a five bedroom
Queen Anne. A bedroom each for my son and daughter, one for my husband and I to
share, a tiny room for my loom and one beautiful bedroom with a balcony that
overlooks the park for the study. Yes, the books got the best bedroom of the
house.
So how many books are we talking? I actually counted at one
point and stopped at a thousand. Some are small – scripts for plays don’t take
up much room – until you have over a hundred; we quickly outgrew the shelves my
husband had made. I found a picture in a magazine that showed a set of shelves
that took up an entire wall and went around a door. My husband, bless his soul,
said, “Sure. I can build that!”
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That's our cat, Aspen, in the corner.
He thinks HE owns the house.
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And he did. The door to the study originally had just the center section as clear glass. In the room’s makeover, he took the door down and stripped the seven (seven!) layers of paint off it and found a beautiful red maple underneath. We both do stained glass work (him more than me lately) and he designed a set of windows that depict the four seasons.
When we found molding that matched the window, we bought it and used watercolor paint, thinned to make a stain, to color in the leaves and vines. He built cupboards down below with a wide shelf for oversized books. Why cupboards? Because I wanted a place to hide the messy stuff like papers and maps.
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The turned corner. And some books I'm still trying
to find room for. The books over the doorway are
all over a hundred years old. Play scripts are the first
section beside the door. |
But my hubby isn’t one to do things by halves. We realized that we’d have some wasted space on the eastern wall so our solution was to “turn” the bookshelf so it would wrap around that corner and give a little more shelf space. However, I went to my day job on the day he was framing things up and when I got home, he’d done the same to the western wall, even though it meant a six-foot extension. He said it just made sense to him.
I’m glad it did. When we unboxed the books to put them on the new shelves, we thought we’d have lots of space left over.
Obviously we didn’t.
We filled nearly every inch of every shelf.
And it’s only gotten worse. We’ve gotten to the point that,
in order for a book to be added, a book has to go. Talk about dilemmas!
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Shakespeare starts on the right. Next section is science
fiction. First section facing you is fantasy and
the section near the door is biography, philosophy
comedy and gardening. Eclectic! |
Because that’s where the history of our lives comes in. My
husband originally planned to be a Roman Catholic priest, but left the seminary
when he fell in love with me (blush). He still has two full shelves of
philosophy books and isn’t willing to part with any of them. They are an
interest of his (he’s still more likely to pick up and finish a book on belief
systems than any other type of book) and an important part of his life.
Then there’s the entire six-shelf section of play scripts.
We were both theatre majors and he is a theatre director. My daughter is a
stage manager (and currently in-between jobs – if you have one, she also does
scenic painting and lighting design). Just yesterday my husband was looking for
a play to direct this autumn and came to that set of shelves to browse. Books
on theatre have spilled over to a seventh shelf of oversized ones.
Let’s not forget the six shelves of Shakespeare editions and
commentaries. A group of us, just out of college and unemployed, decided
not to wait for opportunity. We created our own theatre troupe and talked
Sonnenberg Gardens in Canandaigua into letting us perform. They paid for the
dry cleaning of our costumes (which I made) and allowed us to pass the hat
after each performance for our money. Three of us, a good friend, Larry Woodhouse, my
husband and I owned the company and we performed at Sonnenberg for eight
years. That set of shelves represents not only our love of Shakespeare, but
some fun memories as well.
Science fiction and fantasy. Two separate genre that often
get shelved together in libraries and bookstores. Each gets its own space in
our study. Both are among my favorite genre to read, although I confess to a
preference for fantasy. As a result, the fantasies have started to encroach on
the science fiction. In a normal house where the shelves didn’t tell stories,
this might be all that was on the shelves.
Biographies. I enjoy reading bios as well – people’s stories
have always fascinated me. Probably why I first tried to become an actress and
now write stories. This section has seen the most culling out. I finally
decided I could only keep the stories of actors and actresses and a few
historical figures (sorry, John Adams is one of my favorites. I have several
biographies of him and they stay and that’s final!). I also kept the first
biographies I ever got – one of George Washington and one of Alexander Hamilton
– because they’re a part of who I am. They’re my history.
What’s left? Everything else. Although I prefer fantasy, I
read everything. Classics and mysteries (Poe and I share a birthday. Is it any
wonder I went literary with my life?), pulp novels and non-fiction. A small
collection of poetry, some anthologies. Emily Post for when I need a point of
etiquette. What are the criteria for shelving in this section? Whatever flops
my mop. It has to be good enough for me to say, “yeah, I want to keep this.”
You’ll notice there’s very little in the way of romance on
my shelves. Most of those I read and pass on. I’ve kept a few, but mostly, no.
There’s no erotic romance because I buy those as ebooks. At first that was a
conscious decision because I had small children, then growing, curious children.
Now it’s a matter of habit. So nothing on the shelves I couldn’t share with my
mother.
You will also notice the knickknacks. Each of these also
tell a story and each is placed where it is for a reason.
I started by saying that, to browse our bookshelves is to
browse our history. You want to know me and my family? Come visit and we will
spend an hour or two in this room. My husband is reflected in it. My daughter
has added to the collection, my son is currently reading through all the
science fiction (although he prefers audiobooks. He’s so excited when he
discovers the book he’s currently listening to is one we have on the shelves
and that I’ve read it.) This room is our collective heart.
What we choose to keep and what we choose to pass on or
throw away is part of what makes us who we are. These books are me. Each of
them has changed me in some way and I keep them to remind me of those changes.
If you want to know some of the stories, +1 this if you’re
reading it through Google, re-tweet the post if you’re on Twitter, send me an
email or leave a comment below and I’ll write some short stories.
In the meantime, take a look at your own bookshelves. What
stories about you do they tell? What is your criteria for keeping a book vs. passing it along? Tell us a story!
Play safe!
Diana, who plans to spend this rainy day curled up in that wing-backed chair reading a book....
