dude, you need to get in our book club thread
that goes for anyone else, too.
My bookshelf has been pared way down after multiple moves. after the last one, a bunch of stuff got the axe since I knew stuff like my complete Sherlock Holmes would, from that point onward, exist online forever. So, some reference volumes, including my first “grown folks” dictionary, a grip of zines (likely the rarest stuff in my collection at this point) and maybe 3 feet in length of esoteric stuff that’s either sentimental (Wimsatt’s B#mb the Suburbs first national-release); art (first ed Friedman’s Fuck You Heroes, both editions of Subway Art, catalog to the Sensation exhibit [Saatchi collection]); frequent re-reads, even if readily available online (Autobio of Malcolm X, Please Kill Me, both copies are sentimental to me now anyway); uncommon, esoteric interest (Ulf Poschardt’s exhaustively researched DJ Culture); and a few randos that I’ve accumulated since moving in. But compared to the entire shelf I used to schlep around, it’s basically down to nothing now. Of the reading I’ve done over the last decade, it’s been almost exclusively library books. Much, much better.
Growing up schlepping my librarian mother’s giant collection eight or nine times instilled the wisdom of “don’t let your possessions possess you” pretty quick. I’m a bit hard-headed when it comes to my records, though, but they all used to actually get played all the time when I was a working DJ.
@Ignatius, that Elder Edda sounds cool af. It’s an English translation or the ancient Norsk or what?
