Real Vintage Words This Time

Today saw the acquisition of about 60 second-hand English books. My mother and I paid a visit to the ESRA (English Speaking Residents Association) bookshop to do battle with groaning shelves and frayed pages.

Our final selection saw Plato thrown together with John Le Carre, and Defoe’s Moll Flanders getting intimate with Holly Golightly and Nabokov’s Lolita – keeping good company one and all.

Other pairings were perhaps more appropriate, like a Penn University Press book on The Poetics of Imperialism and Conrad’s Lord Jim, or an unencountered Proust novel with R. D. Laing’s The Divided Self.

Still, all this heavy literary name-dropping aside, the best thing about this visit was the chance to get my hands on about 10 old Everyman editions of the classics. Some seemed quite random (I won’t say completely random because who knows where the holes in my literary historical knowledge might lie), but the main point wasn’t to read the books, but to own them.

In my post-kindle (or two) world, the relation between buying books and reading them has changed completely. On Kindle, I will buy on impulse, (it’s only ‘1-Click’ after all), virtually fork out the 4.99 GBP and promptly forget all about the book if I don’t need to read it for work or for class. It exists on my e-reader and assumedly backed-up somewhere in Amazon’s labyrinthine archives, but as far as I’m concerned it might as well not exist in my possession at all – nothing more, really, than an item on my debit card bill.

But real books – on dead trees? Now there’s something I’d like to own. Not read, necessarily, but just own. Looking ahead into the e-future of everything, I can’t help but think (like most people) that reading an actual book may eventually disappear. But the physical book itself will not. Instead, e-book reading will bring about an increase in the value of a book, as they turn into possessions people want to own for the sake of having them.

Maybe this is awfully sad, the book divorced from its world-building, escapist capabilities, or it’s function as a commentary on real life, but looking at my shelf of new, hard-backed, gilt-edged ‘possessions’, I find it hard to agree.

4 thoughts on “Real Vintage Words This Time

  1. Few things in life have a value that is proportionally inverted to their price. Second hand books are one of those things. How can you forgive yourself for paying 3 blessed shekels for a Dickens a Balzac or a Stendhal… Anyway, keep this place a secret, only the select few shall know

  2. Even though I love my kindle, I can't help thinking that when I "grow up" and have a real house, I'm going to want to fill it with books. Maybe this is just because I grew up in a house with bookshelves in every room, but regardless of monetary value I think they add something to the atmosphere of a home that can't be replaced. Thought-provoking post – keep on collecting!

  3. Sophie – Couldn't agree moreLindsay – I'm thinking both scary and benign. After all, if books are worlds in themselves, one might like to know a little about the worlds one puts on one's shelf instead of buying indiscriminately. For now, however, aesthetic pleasure of musty old editions prevails.

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