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4.05 AVERAGE
4.05 AVERAGE
This book is exceptionally written collection of essays throughout the authors life. I enjoyed parts of these essays immensely; her father, marrying her books with her husbands, and the joy of finding words you don't know. Hint: she has an excellent vocabulary.
While I enjoyed a great number of these essays, more often than not I was out of my element. Her love of literature, books, and reading far surpass what I thought possible. Her descriptions of he life with books left me in the cold sometimes as I had no connection (poetry, reading books in other languages, and even reading catalogues). In all, I really loved about three of these essays, thought another three were good, and a few I would have skipped.
While I enjoyed a great number of these essays, more often than not I was out of my element. Her love of literature, books, and reading far surpass what I thought possible. Her descriptions of he life with books left me in the cold sometimes as I had no connection (poetry, reading books in other languages, and even reading catalogues). In all, I really loved about three of these essays, thought another three were good, and a few I would have skipped.
The right kind of person is going to love this book (a bibliophile who has spent hours in a used bookstore and has thought significantly about how to organize books upon his/her home bookshelves). I could easily see a non-bibliophile hating this book so I was slightly surprised to see such a high star rating from everyone. It's a niche book for a niche crowd but it's good stuff.
It's hard not to like a book that talks about combining two person's libraries into one, discovering new sesquipedalians, typos on restaurant menus, and purchasing nineteen pounds of used books during a single visit to a used bookstore. Sweet.
It's hard not to like a book that talks about combining two person's libraries into one, discovering new sesquipedalians, typos on restaurant menus, and purchasing nineteen pounds of used books during a single visit to a used bookstore. Sweet.
I really enjoyed this! It inspires me to want to read more!
This collection of essays is for people who love books. The people who have stacks of books everywhere and never have enough shelves. I laughed all the way through the book because I feel so many of the same things about my books and the other book people in my life.
I have been a ravenous reader for decades now, but I haven't read too many volumes celebrating books. Ex Libris is a slim book of essays I was gifted for my birthday.
We had a recent trip abroad, so I packed it for some travel reading. I must have been quite a sight in the airplane with my huge grins and periodic sighs of contentment. It is a lovely book that was a treasure to read.
Essays spanned the spectrum of reading experiences (those who want to fully enter into the text and have no qualms with highlighting, underlining, breaking bindings and shoving any manner of objects inside to mark a place versus those who want their reading experience to leave no visible mark behind), collecting and storing personal libraries, spellchecking, plagiarism, and catalog obsessions.
I have two friends who, upon conclusion of an especially dear book, will hold it close for a hug. I didn't follow in that tradition (although I considered picking up this practice during a couple of Fadiman's essays), but I found myself saving this volume for times when I could savor the words and not experience too many interruptions. Lovers of books will enjoy losing themselves in this collection.
We had a recent trip abroad, so I packed it for some travel reading. I must have been quite a sight in the airplane with my huge grins and periodic sighs of contentment. It is a lovely book that was a treasure to read.
Essays spanned the spectrum of reading experiences (those who want to fully enter into the text and have no qualms with highlighting, underlining, breaking bindings and shoving any manner of objects inside to mark a place versus those who want their reading experience to leave no visible mark behind), collecting and storing personal libraries, spellchecking, plagiarism, and catalog obsessions.
I have two friends who, upon conclusion of an especially dear book, will hold it close for a hug. I didn't follow in that tradition (although I considered picking up this practice during a couple of Fadiman's essays), but I found myself saving this volume for times when I could savor the words and not experience too many interruptions. Lovers of books will enjoy losing themselves in this collection.
an off-YA list read as a reward for trekking to work during wednesday's storm. i never like books about books as much as i think i will; sadly, this was no exception. what i appreciated most, however, was a view into fadiman's family - a family of readers, which i hope to have for my own one day.
An amusing, well-written collection of essays on being a bookish, literary person. Some of the essays were a bit too precious, but overall a pleasant way to reflect on the role of books in a person's life.
ühe autori 18 esseed raamatutest ja lugemisest.
kõige valjemini kõnetas mind "Never Do That to a Book", kus Fadiman jagab raamatuarmastajad kaheks - õukondlikud (i.k. courtly) ja lihalikud (carnal) armastajad. esimesed on need, kes peavad pühaks raamatut kui füüsilist objekti, teistele on tähtis sisu, aga neile pole probleemiks, kui raamat lugemise käigus kannatada saab; nad kasutavad järje hoidmiseks kõiki võimalikke esemeid ja meetodeid (sh raamatu tagurpidi lauale panemine), loevad vannis või metsas, teevad (endale kuuluvatesse) raamatutesse märkmeid...
"Just think of what courtly lovers miss by believing that the only thing they are permitted to do with books is read them! What do they use for shims, doorstops, glueing weights, and rug-flatteners?"
Fadiman on selgelt lihalik raamatuarmastaja ja mina olen ka, kuigi ma ei ole seni veel oma elus tundnud vajadust loetud lehekülgi raamatust välja rebida ja ära visata, et kergem kaasas kanda oleks. aga mäletan, et lugesin Cheryl Strayedi "Wildist", kuidas tema seda matkal tegi, ja see tundus mulle mõistliku ideena ja mitte mingil moel pühaduseteotusena. ja Fadimani isal oli ka selline komme.
isast rääkides, üldse on väga tore lugeda kõiki viiteid autori päritoluperele, kes on kõik väga suured raamatusõbrad (ikka lihalikud:)) ja koos restorani sattudes loevad kõigepealt üksteisele kõik menüüst leitud trüki- ja kirjavead ette.
samuti on Fadiman hingesugulase leidnud oma abikaasas ja kohe esimene essee räägib sellest, kuidas nad pärast 10 aastat suhet, 6 aastat koos- ja 5 aastat abielu otsustasid oma raamatukogud kokku liita ja mis siis sai. lugesin seda suurema põnevusega kui ühtegi romaani, sest jah, tõesti, neil ei jää muud üle, kui elada koos õnnelikult elu lõpuni - duplikaadid visati välja. mitte ükski pangalaen ega ühine laps ei saa siduda nii nagu selline samm!
ülejäänud esseed katavad teemasid alates sooliste asesõnade kasutamisest ingliskeelses kirjanduses kuni pühendusteni, kõik väga huvitavad (ehkki plagiarismiteemaline koos kõigi oma hoolikate viidetega oli naljakas ainult esimese lehekülje jagu, sest seda oli nii raske lugeda. point well made, though).
kõige valjemini kõnetas mind "Never Do That to a Book", kus Fadiman jagab raamatuarmastajad kaheks - õukondlikud (i.k. courtly) ja lihalikud (carnal) armastajad. esimesed on need, kes peavad pühaks raamatut kui füüsilist objekti, teistele on tähtis sisu, aga neile pole probleemiks, kui raamat lugemise käigus kannatada saab; nad kasutavad järje hoidmiseks kõiki võimalikke esemeid ja meetodeid (sh raamatu tagurpidi lauale panemine), loevad vannis või metsas, teevad (endale kuuluvatesse) raamatutesse märkmeid...
"Just think of what courtly lovers miss by believing that the only thing they are permitted to do with books is read them! What do they use for shims, doorstops, glueing weights, and rug-flatteners?"
Fadiman on selgelt lihalik raamatuarmastaja ja mina olen ka, kuigi ma ei ole seni veel oma elus tundnud vajadust loetud lehekülgi raamatust välja rebida ja ära visata, et kergem kaasas kanda oleks. aga mäletan, et lugesin Cheryl Strayedi "Wildist", kuidas tema seda matkal tegi, ja see tundus mulle mõistliku ideena ja mitte mingil moel pühaduseteotusena. ja Fadimani isal oli ka selline komme.
isast rääkides, üldse on väga tore lugeda kõiki viiteid autori päritoluperele, kes on kõik väga suured raamatusõbrad (ikka lihalikud:)) ja koos restorani sattudes loevad kõigepealt üksteisele kõik menüüst leitud trüki- ja kirjavead ette.
samuti on Fadiman hingesugulase leidnud oma abikaasas ja kohe esimene essee räägib sellest, kuidas nad pärast 10 aastat suhet, 6 aastat koos- ja 5 aastat abielu otsustasid oma raamatukogud kokku liita ja mis siis sai. lugesin seda suurema põnevusega kui ühtegi romaani, sest jah, tõesti, neil ei jää muud üle, kui elada koos õnnelikult elu lõpuni - duplikaadid visati välja. mitte ükski pangalaen ega ühine laps ei saa siduda nii nagu selline samm!
ülejäänud esseed katavad teemasid alates sooliste asesõnade kasutamisest ingliskeelses kirjanduses kuni pühendusteni, kõik väga huvitavad (ehkki plagiarismiteemaline koos kõigi oma hoolikate viidetega oli naljakas ainult esimese lehekülje jagu, sest seda oli nii raske lugeda. point well made, though).
This personal collection of essays about books is perfect for any book lover. Anne Fadiman provides the reader with an entertaining, heartwarming, and wise read.
[2,5] It's a mix of interesting and boring essays. I liked the overall idea.