Î Ex Libris: Confessions of a Common Reader ë Download by º Anne Fadiman
Î Ex Libris: Confessions of a Common Reader ë Download by º Anne Fadiman First read Jan 2016Re read May 2017Re read 2 February 2018Re read 3 June 2018Re read 4 February 2019There isn t anything I can say about this wonderful book of essays except I absolutely love it and anticipate re reading it many times in the years to come.
5 5 stars, best of 2016 best of 2017 In the spirit of full disclosure, this book was selected for me as part of a Bossy Book Challenge A book of essays about reading is certainly something I would never have chosen for myself, but I did try to keep an open mind.
I understand why people like this book The writer obviously truly loves books to the point of obsession, and anyone with a love of books will find something to relate to here Unfortunately, that thing is unlikely to be the writer herself The book s subtitle is, Confessions of a Common Reader , but the word common is apparently intended to mean wealthy and privileged , having a classical literature degree and being part of an elite literary circle This woman actually seems to believe that all teenagers go through a sonnet writing phase Fadiman describes herself in the book as, an unregenerate goody goody, a priggish little pedant who Just a couple weeks ago, a great review of this book popped up on my update feed, Ah, the magic of Goodreads so when I spotted it at a booksale I went to last week for a dollar, I grabbed it quick If you haven t read Jon s review yet, check it out to a bout of insomnia last night, I finished this and loved it I feel like shoving this book onto some family and friends who think I m much too obsessed with all things book All of these essays show why bibliophiles love their book collection so passionately our books become a part of who we are There are funny parts all throughout the book, and the end of the last essay nearly brought tears to my eyes I ve always loved books, and admit that since joining Goodreads my obsession has increased a thousand fold My GR addiction has reached the point where if this site was suddenly not available, I don t know what I would If you ll excuse what I know has to sound like a weak attempt at an obvious pun, I find that books are easier to read than people I summon far less effort to read a page than a face, a chapter than mixed body language Even the subtext and allusions and metaphors are all naught but new takes on old tricks, and the most elusive hidden messages are often buried no deeper than a careful reexamination of text laid bare with a willingness most people eschew in the name of self preservation and tactful modesty Besides, I m far far, far, faaaar apt to dislike a person than a book, so why not be better acquainted with the entity that s likely to strike me as pleasing Having encountered hundreds of agreeable books by now, I can tell when one is poised to bound ac I loved this collection of bookish essays One of my favorite pieces was Marrying Libraries, which was when Anne and her husband, George, decided to combine their book collections We ran into trouble when I announced my plan to arrange English literature chronologically but American literature alphabetically by author My defense went like this Our English collection spanned six centuries, and to shelve it chronologically would allow us to watch the broad sweep of literature unfold before our very eyes The Victorians belonged together separating them would be like breaking up a family Besides, Susan Sontag arranged her books chronologically She had told The New York Times that it would set her teeth on edge to put Pynchon next to Plato So there Our American collection, on the other hand, was mostly twentieth century, much of it so recent that chronological dist
October 2012I don t always read books about books, but when I do, my to read list suddenly grows Still, it s nice to read someone who understands me so well Alas, wrote Henry Ward Beecher Where is human nature so weak as in the bookstore Mine is relatively strong at Barnes Noble, because I know that if I resist a volume on one visit, and someone else buys it, an identical volume will pop up in its place like a plastic duck in a shooting gallery And if I resist that one, there will be another day, another duck In a secondhand bookstore, each volume is one of a kind, neither replaceable from a publisher s warehouse nor visually identical to its original siblings, which have accreted individuality with every ownership If I don t buy the book now, I may never have another chance And therefore, like Beecher, who believed the temptations of drink were paltry compar There are two groups of people in this world The first are erotically aroused by eating voluptuous, dripping fruits and having the fruity, pulpy juices trickle down their chins The second would just like to get to a sink and wash it all off Count me among the latter Anne Fadiman is the former I have always preferred Keats to Wordsworth, but I was never able to put my finger on why until I read that Wordsworth, according to a visitor, will live for a month on cold beef, and the next on cold bacon, whereas Keats once wrote his friend Charles Wentworth Dilke Talking of Pleasure, this moment I was writing with one hand, and with the other holding to my Mouth a Nectarine good God how fine It went down soft, pulpy, slushy, oozy all its delicious embonpoint melted down my throat like a large Beatified strawberry.
I have never read two sexier sentences.
Fadiman is the daughter of renowned literary critic, Clifton Fadiman, and former author and WWII correspondent for Time Magazine, Annalee Jacoby Fadiman She had a very bibliocentric upbringing, as you might imagine As a kid she was allowed to build a playhouse out of her dad s 22 volume set of Trollope books You might say she was to the omnibus manor born She grew to love sesquipedalians a gre Anne Fadiman Is By Her Own Admission The Sort Of Person Who Learned About Sex From Her Father S Copy Of Fanny Hill, Whose Husband Buys Her Pounds Of Dusty books For Her Birthday, And Who Once Found Herself Poring Over Her Roommate S Toyota Corolla Manual Because It Was The Only Written Material In The Apartment That She Had Not read At Least TwiceThis Witty Collection Of Essays Recounts A Lifelong Love Affair With books And Language For Fadiman, As For Many Passionate Readers, The books She Loves Have Become Chapters In Her Own Life Story Writing With Remarkable Grace, She Revives The Tradition Of The Well Crafted Personal Essay, Moving Easily From Anecdotes About Coleridge And Orwell To Tales Of Her Own Pathologically Literary Family As Someone Who Played At Blocks With Her Father S Volume Set Of Trollope My Ancestral Castles And Who Only Really Considered Herself Married When She And Her Husband Had Merged Collections Marrying Libraries , She Is Exquisitely Well Equipped To Expand Upon The Art Of Inscriptions, The Perverse Pleasures Of Compulsive Proof Reading, The Allure Of Long Words, And The Satisfactions Of Reading Out Loud There Is Even A Foray Into Pure Literary Gluttony Charles Lamb Liked Buttered Muffin Crumbs Between The Leaves, And Fadiman Knows Of Than One Reader Who Literally Consumes Page Corners Perfectly Balanced Between Humor And Erudition, Ex Libris Establishes Fadiman As One Of Our Finest Contemporary Essayists