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Careful!  This diary could blow up in your face.  It's all about BOMBS & BAMBS.  Okay, lest I scare you off even before you turn the page, I'm just kidding about the blowing up business.  The BOMBS I'm talking about may be explosive, but they're not going to actually explode.  The BAMBS aren't the sound the BOMBS make.  BOMBS is an acronym for Books on My Bookshelf.  Of course, the related acronym, BAMBS, is Books at My Bedside.  The subject of books on your bookshelf and at your bedside is the one I'm really interested in.

Yes, I admit that interest hints at my voyeuristic proclivities.  But don't you think that all readers are sort of literary voyeurs?  Isn't it exactly that quality of the imagination that let's us feel, when we are reading, that we are allowed privileged peeks into the private lives of the heroes and heroines between the covers?  [That nearly sounds scandalous!]  Now, don't pretend you don't feel the same and that I'm the only person who feels this way.

Knowing what books R&BLers care enough about to keep in their homes and even right next to them in the privacy and seclusion of the boudoir at night when they sleep is very revealing about them.  And I have proof that I'm not the only person who thinks the books one keeps nearby tell a lot about who you are.  If one's TBR pile is revealing, think what the books you have desired to read so much so that they've moved from that pile to a status of being read, or even finished must say about you!

"One sure window into a person's soul is his reading list."
- Mary B. W. Tabor

My idea is that I will start the ball rolling by telling you with this diary about my personal BOMBS and BAMBS that I think you may find interesting, and those amongst you who are the least shy will pick it up and write a revealing diary of your own.  I envision a spontaneous series that will be found in this time slot each week and that will last as long as the next person picks up the ball.  Shall we begin playing the game?

Please turn the page.

I have quietly wondered why it is I own the books I do.  Especially the tree books.  The physical ones on my bookshelves.  Likewise, I've wondered about why it is I feel a bedroom isn't properly furnished and can not be slept in unless there are books immediately at hand next to the bed.  My bedroom or any of the guest rooms.  In the latter case, I think it may be an ingrained habit of nurture since my parents had bedside tables that allowed them to stack their tuck-in reading material within arms easy reach.  In my mother's case the book was either a novel or biography, usually of an artist.  In my father's case it was always a volume of the 19?? Encyclopedia Britannica, which he read through at least three times in his life, and usually a murder mystery.  As for me, the Child Limelite had her own bookcase on the wall and several library books on her nightstand every day of her life, and has done down to this very day.

First. . .the BAMBS.  At this very moment, next to my bed is my Kindle Paperwhite, locked and loaded with over a hundred selections to be read.  I just closed The Winthrop Woman last night, racing to the end.  Underneath it is Knocking on Heaven's Door by Lisa Randall, my favorite theoretical particle physicist/writer.  To the side, yet within easy reach is The Luminaries by Eleanor Catton, which I began reading as a library book, ran out of time on the loan, and lusted after my personal copy, which I now have.  Just started it all over from the beginning yesterday.  Below, in the cubbyhole is the 4-volume complete collection of Patrick O'Brien's Aubrey/Maturin maritime fiction.  Lime Spouse and I are about to begin vol. 3 and continue our read aloud marathon begun last year.  There's also a box of tissues and the remote for the radio, tuned permanently to my favorite classical station that plays on from the time I slip into bed, through the night, and most likely all during the day so the house cats can enjoy their favorite station, too.  The nightstand is "most-favored status at the moment" territory.

Now, the BOMBS I'd like to tell you about are the ones that I judge best provide you the window Ms Tabor insists is open.

The Naked Ape by Desmond Morris  In 1967, when I was just beginning to dry behind the ears, I was interested in one subject -- biology.  So, when this controversial book came out, I had to have it.  Despite the author's sensational and possibly unfortunate title, Morris directed the minds of many of us in new directions when he introduced provocative arguments and evidence that reshaped our thinking about our basic functions: feeding, fighting, mating, and rearing our young.  Morris presented those as just another animal's functions, without anthropomorphising human biological imperatives.  It's Morris who explained road rage in its simplest biological sense -- territorial defense.  Probably because I'd read this book, I found Guns, Germs, and Steel less ground-breaking than a lot of readers seem to have.  The Naked Ape remains a formative book for me,one that lets me regard myself as nothing special, though exceedingly interesting!

The Complete Set of "Oz" Books, Illustrated by John R. Neill  Much the worse for wear, these beloved volumes from early childhood still occupy a bookshelf in a bedroom alongside many other childhood classics that I cut my reading teeth on.  I can't imagine the impoverished childhoods of my peers and succeeding generations so unfortunate to struggle into adulthood without the company and guidance of such faithful companions as the Wooden Horse, Tick-Tock, Jack Pumpkinhead, Rinkitink, the Patchwork Girl, and of course, Glinda.  But beyond the delightful imaginings of Mr. Baum are the lyrical pen and ink illustrations and occasional color plates by Mr. Neill.  Wicked witches, conniving gnomes, and evil queens be damned!  My heroes and heroines always triumphed in the end because they knew how to be loyal friends.  Everything I know of what is important in human relationships, what is to be valued, and how people should be honored, I learned from the days when I was a reading neophyte who grew up in the Land of Oz and feasted on its rich fantasy and humane compassion.

The Phaistos Disc: The Enigma of an Aegean Script by Louis Godart  Since 1908, when it was discovered, the Phaistos disc remains a mystery to mankind.  Unlike the Rosetta Stone, it offers no clues to its unraveling., even though some scholars believe it is "bilingual."  Side A, an early Greek text that may a text for a funeral service meant to console a bereaved person; the other side being the Minoan version.  Other scientists (astronomers) posit that the message on the disc is an almanac and astral calendar of value to its (possible) Minoan farmer owner 4000+ years ago.  Some tacklers of the enigma believe the disc is far older than is currently assumed, employing symbols similar to those employed in the most ancient of ancient Egyptian dynasties.  This slim book is the heaviest souvenier I brought home from my 4-month solo trek across Europe that I made as the 20th C. wound down.  It was a substitute for the disc itself, for the Minoan Palace at Knossos, for the island of Crete, and for the entire country of Greece that I couldn't carry home and keep with me always.  A good sized piece of my heart remains there, and more is left each time I return.

I probably should select a work of fiction and talk about it, but I think most R&BLer regulars know that Love in the Time of Cholera is the book that I would take from my shelf if I were condemned to a desert island and allowed a single volume there.  It is much beloved; I have quoted to you its opening lines, its most telling line, and now, I'll quote from its last page.  Fermina Daza and Florentino Ariza, life-long lovers, separated for fifty-three years, seven months, and eleven days, are at last reunited and aboard the New Fidelity, a riverboat.

Florentino Ariza. . .looked through the windows at the complete circle of the quadrant on th emariner's compass, the clear horizon, the December sky without a single cloud, the waters that could be navigated forever, and he said:

"Let us keep going, going, going, back to La Dorada."

Fermina Daza shuddered because she recognized his former voice, illuminated by the grace of the Holy Spirit, and she looked at the Captain: he was there destiny.  But the Captain did not see her because he was stupefied by Florentino Ariza's tremendous powers of inspiration.

"Do you mean what you say?" he asked.

"From the moment I was born," said Florentino Ariza, "I have never said anything I did not mean."

The Captain looked at Fermina Daza and saw on her eyelashes the first glimmer of wintry frost.  The he looked at Florentino Ariza, his invincible power, his intrepid love, and he was overwhelmed by the belated suspicion that is is life, more than death that has no limits.

"And how long do you think we can keep up this goddamn coming and going?" he asked.

Florentino Ariza had kept his answer ready for fifty-three years, seven months, and eleven days and nights.

"Forever," he said.

 I love this book because I, too, say what I mean and mean what I say.  To a fault, I worship precision in language, spoken and written.  Much of the joy I derive from reading really good authors' really good books is that artistic precision that is as powerful as the fundamental forces of Nature.

I could go on, but then you would never tell me about your BOMBS and BAMBS, which would be unfair.  Especially to me.  So, in the comments, drop some teasers about them and let me know if you're willing to write your BOMBS and BAMBS diary.  I'll contact you to schedule a date.  What could be simpler, you voyeur, you?

Originally posted to Readers and Book Lovers on Thu Mar 13, 2014 at 11:22 AM PDT.

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  •  Here's Some Lagniappe (20+ / 0-)

    My copy of Knocking on Heaven's Door is autographed by the author.  So, I admit it, I'm a groupie.  I have several other autographed volumes by famous writers that I've collected over the years and that I jealously guard like the dragon on her treasure.  

    Maybe I should do a BOMBS diary later this year about just those volumes.

    Until then, will you be the next R&BLer to contribute a BOMBS and BAMBS installment to this new "spontaneous" series?

    Readers & Book Lovers Pull up a chair! You're never too old to be a Meta Groupie

    by Limelite on Thu Mar 13, 2014 at 10:54:05 AM PDT

  •  BAMBs: Siege Warfare BOMBs: Ground Climate /nt (10+ / 0-)

    Warning - some snark may be above‽ (-9.50; -7.03)‽ eState4Column5©2013 "I’m not the strapping young Muslim socialist that I used to be" - Barack Obama 04/27/2013 (@eState4Column5).

    by annieli on Thu Mar 13, 2014 at 11:29:56 AM PDT

  •  Diaries Go Boom! (14+ / 0-)

    I love your outside-the-box thinking:

    I envision a spontaneous series that will be found in this time slot each week
    Why shouldn't we have a series that drops at 22 minutes past the hour? I've always rejected the tyranny of rigid schedules. Once in college the face came off my watch. I got it replaced without putting back the minute hand. It was like wearing a sundial on my wrist.

    I know I won't get around to doing one of these diaries (though I agree it's a lovely way to get to know each other. I always check out friends' libraries, when I can). So here's my best sharing. My nightstand, when I sleep, has my glasses, cell phone (usually with the alarm on), and a paper towel for nose-blowing. Alas, no cats. I found they react quite strongly to being nose-blown upon.

    On the book front, I just picked a selection of 10 off my TBR shelf to represent my taste:

    Burgess - A Clockwork Orange
    Chopin - The Awakening (& others)
    Naipaul - A House for Mr. Biswas
    Oe - A Personal Matter
    Pushkin - Eugene Onegin
    Schulz - The Street of Crocodiles (& others)
    Soseki - Kokoro
    Welsh - Trainspotting
    Wright - Native Son
    Zafon - The Shadow of the Wind

    So I discovered just how sick you were, Limelite. You were so sick that I caught it, just chatting on the internet with you. I was sick as a dog. Who happened to be really sick.

    But I'm glad you're feeling perkier, and always happy when I get to read you talking about books - and, in this case, opening a wider window on yourself. It's March, let's open our windows wide.

    "Every man has a right to utter what he thinks truth" Samuel Johnson

    by Brecht on Thu Mar 13, 2014 at 11:54:02 AM PDT

    •  I'm So Sorry to Hear You're Feelin' Canine Crappy (11+ / 0-)

      And hope you're not having what I was having, to mangle a movie quote.  I will picture you abed, glasses on nose, paper towel at the ready, and open book upright on tummy, taking the antidote for whatever ails you and making a complete and uneventful recovery.

      I own and love A House for Mr. Biswas.  I've always promised myself to read more Naipaul, I just haven't got round to it.  The man an write families!

      You will love The Shadow of the Wind; possibly the most romantic book I've ever read.  No, I don't mean romance fiction, as in the genre.  I mean romantic as in romantic, dammit.  And a little bit swashbuckling, too.  And ghoulish.  And -- stop me now!

      Your TBR pile aside, I have a perfect read for you, one guaranteed to make you feel better through laughter.  If you haven't already, get your mitts on Richard Russo's Straight Man.  Get the audible, if possible.  I listened to that for 600 miles to Atlanta and nearly went off the road for laughing so much.  Crazy driver never was better illustrated than by me during that road trip with William Henry Devereaux, Jr.  And the goose.

      Open wide the window!

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      by Limelite on Thu Mar 13, 2014 at 12:17:35 PM PDT

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    •  Brecht, I think you're going to love (4+ / 0-)
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      "The Awakening," although I found "The Yellow Wallpaper" entirely too creepy for my taste.

      You use paper towels to blow your nose when you have a cold? Jeez, you're lucky. I do that every single day: allergies, I suppose, or sinus trouble. Don't want to take OTC drugs to combat it (I always feel worse when I stop) so I just sniffle & sneeze, pretty much year-round. (The sneezing only lasts about five minutes a day, so it's really not that bad. The sniffling does require paper towels, though.)

      English usage is sometimes more than mere taste, judgment and education - sometimes it's sheer luck, like getting across the street. E. B. White

      by Youffraita on Thu Mar 13, 2014 at 11:30:00 PM PDT

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  •  Alas, I did not have the Oz books on my (11+ / 0-)

    bookshelves. Fortunately they were stuffed with all the books my aunt and uncles had left as they grew up in the  '20s and '30s. All the Alcotts, the My BookShelf series, various early Burroughs....

    But going sideways, every time someone mentions the Oz books, my mind veers toward what may be the ultimate professional fan fiction book ever - Robert Heinlein's The Number of the Beast...

    I have a copy of the trade edition. The cover is bad, the internal artwork is one step from awful, and it usually takes me a few pages into the book before I can totally ignore it. The plot is a tribute to Escher, the characters are all typical Heinlein geniuses each of whom has to be taken down a peg or two to survive, the premise is wholly from left field - and I love it. And within it, the Land of Oz becomes reality rather than fiction. Want to read a roller coaster with Glinda presiding over the best parts? This is it.

    At least half the future I've been expecting hasn't gotten here yet. Sigh.... (Yes, there's gender bias in my name; no, I wasn't thinking about it when I signed up. My apologies.)

    by serendipityisabitch on Thu Mar 13, 2014 at 12:00:22 PM PDT

  •  Books.. (12+ / 0-)

    We don't have a book shelf yet, though one is promised to us, right now most of our 'tree books' are in boxes and foot lockers. to the bed I have

    Dragonfly Falling by Adrian Tchikovsky, which is on loan from the library and my Kindle usually resides there at night. Often you'll find a "Cat Who" book there, or another book I'm in the middle of.
    Though I know why mine are next to the bed. Often that's "nebulizer reading". When I am having trouble breathing and need a treatment, it works better and faster usually if I'm not focusing on (and stressing out over) my breathing. So I read.

    I have even more books on my desk, which includes my current TBR pile, and a couple of extras (more "Cat Who" for example).

    "Madness! Total and complete madness! This never would've happened if the humans hadn't started fighting one another!" Londo Mollari

    by FloridaSNMOM on Thu Mar 13, 2014 at 12:05:09 PM PDT

  •  Just checked. On my bedside: (9+ / 0-)

    "Butt Wars! The Final Conflict"

    Apparently the third in the series that started with The Day My Butt Went Psycho and continued with Zombie Buts From Uranus.

    I wish I was kidding.

    "Gussie, a glutton for punishment, stared at himself in the mirror."

    by GussieFN on Thu Mar 13, 2014 at 12:10:22 PM PDT

  •  No bookshelves, no night table (10+ / 0-)

    A mixture of books: tree books that I own or that I have out of the well-stocked Los Angeles Public Library. I'm not at home now so I'll work from memory from the books I SAW this morning from my computer chair or as I was getting ready to leave. These would be more BOATS (Books On A Table).

    Peter Irons, A People's History of the Supreme Court. My go-to book for anything having to do with a case I want to discuss in class. Amazingly, it was short on Lochner v New York (1904) so I went to the net for that.

    Joan Didion, The White Album. I have to remember to scan the title essay for my California History students.

    Andy Warhol and Pat Hackett, Popism: The Warhol Sixties. I used that as source material for the Top Comments diary I published  last nighton Lou Reed's song "Walk on the Wild Side." - Library

    Tim Lawrence, Love Saves the Day: A History of American Dance Music Culture, 1970-1979. Just because.

    Christopher Isherwood, A Single Man. Also because.

    There's more. This is a sample.

  •  In order to talk about my BOMBs, it is important (9+ / 0-)

    to know which room I am in. In the family/TV room the bookcases are loaded with dvds and coffee table books on art, cats, Earth, America, travel & photography.

    The living room holds my poetry and non-fiction, mostly history books with some political works as well. One bookshelf is filled with the Encyclopedia Britannica (only because I can't get rid of it and it is beautifully bound in leather) and hardback fiction. In the office area there are the books one would expect, Style Manuals, a dictionary, etc.

    The guest room has bookcases filled with fiction, fantasy, science fiction and short stories. And some books on the local area.

    In my bedroom are the books on any subject that I am currently interested in. Right now the shelves are filled with books on Chicago and its history, including those wonderful picture books showing the city then and now.

    My BAMBs are all on my iPad mini which keeps my nightstand tidy. Last night I let Ralph Cosham lull me to sleep with Watership Down which I have loved forever. Cosham also narrated the Louise Penny series which made it very difficult for me to finish. As your husband's reading does for you, Cosham's voice just keeps putting me to sleep. I do love it. As a long term troubled sleeper this has become my nightly sleep aid.

    I have started on an epic book adventure, with The Great North Road, by Peter Hamilton, which runs 36 hours. Two more of his books are waiting, each about 24 hours. And then I have a 45 hour novel by Brandon Sanderson, The Way of Kings, that i hope to eventually get to.

    I am so grateful for digital audio and ebooks. There simply are not enough bookshelves. And I am a rereader.

  •  Very interesting (8+ / 0-)

    You all mostly know my books are piled everywhere.  Bookcases are double stacked.

    I have a very small bedstand and a very large cd rack is on top.  I used to have my cd player in the bedroom.  Times change, but apparently I don't.  

    Hubby has a bookshelf on his side with his McManus books.  I did have some books stacked along a wall, but I have moved almost all of them, now.

    I have a table not far from my computer with my challenge books on it.  Then, I have the books that are my main TBR pile right next to the computer.  I guess that would be called BAMC...sounds painful.

    There are four tall stacks and one has a stack of dvds that the grandbabies like on top of the books.  On top of that dvd stack there is a teddy bear that says Love Grandma on the front and two pill bottles on the tiny ledge along with a cord to my camera.  The other three stacks lean rather precariously waiting for my kitty to knock them down.  

    Nearest the top of those three stacks besides the five books I am currently reading are two more in the wolf fantasy series by Lindskold, two fantasy stories by Kage Baker that just came in the mail, Survival in Auschwitz by Levi, a book about writing by Le Guin that has assignments in it,  four mysteries, three fantasy stories, two travel books and a partridge in a pear tree.  

    What does this say about me?  Escapee, wild, rememberer, wanna be writer and armchair traveler...w00t!

    Best wishes!!

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    by cfk on Thu Mar 13, 2014 at 03:31:04 PM PDT

  •  What an interesting diary! (7+ / 0-)

    This pulled my daisy, so to speak:

    Side A, an early Greek text that may a text for a funeral service meant to console a bereaved person; the other side being the Minoan version.

    Michael Ventris is the archaeologist who was supposed to have deciphered Minoan Linear Script B; yet an issue of Archaeology magazine on the subject of Minoan script failed to mention his name even once. Even more disturbing is the fact that the lifelong work of a woman (her name escapes my aging memory at the moment) paved the way for Michael Ventris' efforts. Her contribution is never acknowledged. I seem to think she had something to do with decoding during the last war--some kind of "Bletchley Circle" work.

    Our time on Santorini is one of my most cherished memories. Sailing into the caldera at dawn on a spring morning--ah! I do wish the ruins at Akrotiri hadn't been out of bounds to visitors the year we went. A race of people who had running water, toilets, and light wells in 3,000 B.C.E. interests me more than I can say.

    "Religion is what keeps the poor from murdering the rich."--Napoleon

    by Diana in NoVa on Thu Mar 13, 2014 at 06:30:52 PM PDT

  •  Eeesh. (6+ / 0-)

    BOMBS: I have over a thousand running feet of bookshelf. It clusters itself around science (medicine biology paleontology geology chemistry physics) and practical arts(car manuals, blacksmithing and other metalworking, woodworking, house construction and maintenance, sewing, winemaking, cooking) and religion (primarily paganism/Red Road, but also Christianity, Buddhism, and Taoism, and quite a lot of comparative theology).

    The paperback murder mysteries are out in the front room.

    The majority of my reading these days is on my kindle. My current bed book is probably going to be a Gilbert Larose mystery, as I am rereading the lot of them (they are all on my Kindle), and I am 2/3 of the way through the current one. Right now most reading I do is of free stuff; any money to buy books I use to replicate the paper collection in digital, because there are some books I like to have with me in my pocket always.

    When you come to find how essential the comfort of a well-kept home is to the bodily strength and good conditions, to a sound mind and spirit, and useful days, you will reverence the good housekeeper as I do above artist or poet, beauty or genius.

    by Alexandra Lynch on Thu Mar 13, 2014 at 07:18:04 PM PDT

    •  What an Interesting Library (4+ / 0-)

      Did you build the shelves yourself?  I wish you would write an installment for this spontaneous series; your precis of your private library is so enticing -- you've dropped some specific hints I'd like to see fully developed -- that I'm salivating to know more!

      Are you an advocate for self-sufficiency?  Whence cometh the interest in wolrd religions?  And from total ignorance, who is Gilbert Larose and why are you rereading mysteries -- once you know whodunnit, what is the attraction?

      See what I mean?  I'm shameless.

      Readers & Book Lovers Pull up a chair! You're never too old to be a Meta Groupie

      by Limelite on Fri Mar 14, 2014 at 01:11:38 PM PDT

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      •  Gilbert Larose is the hero of a series (1+ / 0-)
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        of murder mysteries from the Golden Age by Arthur Gask. To me, they're very cosy mysteries. Just because I know whodunnit doesn't diminish the interest in watching the characters interact.

        The shelves are just board and bracket, though we need another set of brackets in the middle of the set that are medical and history; there is sag. (wry grin)  

        I'll write one up this week on how this all happened, but it will be later in the week when I've got computer time at my mom's while doing laundry.  I am currently at a McDonald's, and it is chaos.

        When you come to find how essential the comfort of a well-kept home is to the bodily strength and good conditions, to a sound mind and spirit, and useful days, you will reverence the good housekeeper as I do above artist or poet, beauty or genius.

        by Alexandra Lynch on Sat Mar 15, 2014 at 08:47:50 AM PDT

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  •  Well, I am not going to play fair. I (6+ / 0-)

    have books all over the place, piles of some have become coffee or bed side tables. But, since you mentioned that Love in the Time of Cholera is your favorite, I am going to change the rules a bit and talk about books on a hospital bedside table. Once, when I was really, really sick and doctors were shaking their heads, someone brought me Love in the Time of Cholera and I read it over and over and over again. Guess what? It cured me.  .Another time, when I was again really really sick, all I had was  Pamuk'sSnow and Chatwin's Songlines, by my bed so I just  read them  over and over again. And here I am.

  •  Except for my cookbooks, (4+ / 0-)
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    which reside in the kitchen, ALL my books are near my bed. (It is a very small apartment.) But I have been on a Terry Pratchett kick lately, and there is usually one of his novels ON the bed as I reread it.

    This could be a very fun series, Limelite. Will you normally be publishing midafternoon on Thursdays? (And no, I'm not volunteering: I am normally at work then, as I was today, so only saw this on the rescue list after midnight Eastern.)

    English usage is sometimes more than mere taste, judgment and education - sometimes it's sheer luck, like getting across the street. E. B. White

    by Youffraita on Thu Mar 13, 2014 at 11:21:49 PM PDT

    •  On Second THought (3+ / 0-)
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      I'd have no problem with a spontaneous diary appearing in a surprise slot, as long as it had "BOMBS! & BAMBS!" in the title (followed by a Roman numeral to indicate its number in the series).

      I just thought the idea of a 2:22 publishing time was catchy and quirky.  Not carved in stone!

      Would you consider publishing a diary in that case?  I'd love it if "yes"!  Please PM me via DailyKos Mail. Thanks!

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      by Limelite on Fri Mar 14, 2014 at 05:26:59 AM PDT

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  •  Okay, here's my completely disorganized bookshelf (3+ / 0-)
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    Limelite, RiveroftheWest, Brecht

    that I can see from where I'm typing. (Mostly blocked by a coat rack.) Let's just see what kind of a list this creates.

    A stack of My Wife's Jody Piccoult books. (Not my cup of tea, though she reads everything else on this list, too)
    Everything Chuck Palahniuk has ever written.
    Lies and the Lying Liars who Tell Them Al Franken
    Blackwater Scahill
    After Virtue MacIntyre (Meh.)
    Principals of Morals and Legislation Jeremy Bentham (READ IT.)
    Janus Revisited and The Breakup of Britain by Tom Nairn
    The Hunger Games (TEARS, TEARS FOREVER)
    The Innocents Abroad Mark Twain (Not his best.)
    The Color Purple Alice Walker (TEARS FOREVER  IN THE FETAL POSITION)
    New Ideas from Dead Economists (Pre-Recession, not the best)
    The Wealth of Nations The CATO edition (It was Free. I have generously defaced the introduction by Ludwig von Mises.)
    All the King's Men
    Variable Star Heinlein/Robinson
    A Stranger in a Strange Land Uncut Heinlein
    The Zombie Survival Guide Max Brooks
    Everything Bertolt Brecht has ever written.
    A smattering of Bernard Cornwell books, including Sharpe's Tiger.

    I also have a closed bookshelf for books that tend to scare people who don't understand a healthy academic interest in the failures of the past. It includes Mein Kampf, The Occult Roots of Nazism (which has terrible scholarship and is untrustworthy), William Shirer's Rise and Fall of the Third Reich, mostly because of the giant damned Swastika displayed on the spine cover, and a collection of books on communism from Das Kaptial to The Communist Manifesto. That's also where all the HR Giger stuff is as well as the books on human sexuality. I really don't want to terrify visitors. And come ON, whoever published Shirer's book: did you really have to put a giant Swastika on the SPINE?! Do you WANT to make me look like I like those people?!

    And on my bedside table there's an empty tea cup, and nothing else I particularly wish to discuss in a public forum. Bedroom is for sleeping and other healthful activities, while everywhere else is for reading. Everywhere else.

    I own more books than I own anything else. This was just a list of SOME of the books I can see on one particular shelf, from where I am sitting.

    An Fhirinn an aghaidh an t'Saoghail. (The truth against the world.) Is treasa tuath na tighearna. (The common people are mightier than the lords.)

    by OllieGarkey on Fri Mar 14, 2014 at 01:35:48 PM PDT

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      I should have pried into what people's Smallest Library in the House contains.


      Reading Shirer's "Rise and Fall" when in my late teens, led me to read Albert Speer's autobiographical Inside the Third Reich and Spandau.

      Guess that makes me a Nazi sympathizer.  It never occurred to me to hide my books on behalf of the sensibilities of crabbed and intellectually cowed souls.

      The hell with 'em!  My books need fresh air!

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      by Limelite on Fri Mar 14, 2014 at 02:39:05 PM PDT

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