Thursday, February 9, 2012

Between the Lines


This blog’s moody background image only hints at the importance of books in my life. The room has changed a lot since the photograph was taken. Each week, another volume or two is added, and often as many as three or four, almost all of them old, some many decades, others a century or two. I derive great pleasure from handling and perusing them, otherwise I wouldn’t bring them home.

All too often, those of us who call ourselves writers speak of the books we read as if their very mention were an indication of our learning, depth, and worth. I speak about them because I love them, knowing full well that even after they are read, I will be at a loss to explain the profound or mean effect they have had on me, my understanding, and my thinking.

I drift with the current. Some facts cling to to me like moss. Most, though, glide off and are lost. What I retain, most of all, is a sense of the times and of human thought and behavior. One day, I’m loaded into a cart and hauled through the streets leading to the guillotine; another, I live in Montaigne’s tower, or write Petrarch’s poems to Laura. Never, though, do I kill anyone in a duel. I see that as a good sign.

What’s to be gained by keeping my nose in the 1892 Peale edition of the Encyclopedia Britannica or in Boswell’s Tour to the Hebrides? Why, nothing — nothing at all. If I’m to limit myself to terms of loss and gain, then I’ll be obliged to believe a great many foolish things — even, perhaps, that the past is the past, and the present is mine to control.


6 comments:

Stream Source said...

We are M & M candies... identical chocolate center, different, colorful outer shell.

Consider yourself infinitely tilde'ed .........................................

William Michaelian said...

Thanks, Donna, for your infinitely sweet response.

Fatemeh said...

"If Im to limit myself to terms of loss and gain, then Ill be obliged to believe a great many foolish things — even, perhaps, that the past is the past, and the present is mine to control."

I really like this way of thinking ...

William Michaelian said...

Hello, Fatemeh. Thank you.

Two Tigers said...

William, this is a beautiful tribute to books, a love letter of sorts, and like the best of them, bittersweet.

William Michaelian said...

Gabriella, I like the way you receive and interpret this entry. That it might be a love letter certainly coincides with my thoughts and feelings where books are involved. Thanks, as always.