Anne Fadiman's Ex Libris: Confessions of a Common Reader
has been standard fare for
many bibliophiles since its publication in 2000. Her essay "Marrying
Libraries," about her marriage finding its way onto her bookshelves,
is a must-read for any book lover - and anyone in love with a book lover -
around Valentine's Day.
A few months ago, my husband and I decided to mix our books together. We
had known each other for ten years, lived together for six, been married
for five. Our mismatched coffee mugs cohabited amiably; we wore each
other's T-shirts and, in a pinch, socks; and our record collection had long
ago miscegenated without an incident, my Josquin Desprez motets cozying up
to George's Worst of
Jefferson Airplane, to the enrichment, we believed, of both.
But our libraries had remained separate, mine mostly at the north end of
our loft, his at the south. We agreed that it made no sense for my Billy Budd to languish
forty feet from his Moby
Dick, yet neither of us had lifted a finger to bring them
together.
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